#u made him cry a lil thats no bueno sada

[ashton-ryder]

He doesn't respond back to her mockery of defiance, he didn't get a chance to when a kick straight into his chest stung and amplified the heartache. He wheezed as his rib and lungs (and heart) felt it. He could've grabbed her leg, pull her down, subdue her and break that knee properly this time and actually claim responsibility for it. But where does that leave him? Dead probably. Whether at her hands or Jeremiah's.

Jeremiah, he didn't want to think about him now, not when Sada kept trying to force in images of the two of them happily living their tyrannical lives. But how can he not think about him when ultimately it still brought him mixed, confusing, jumbled emotions of comfort? It hurt more hearing this with a clear mind but it also gave him enough confidence to trust in the truths he knew, in the truths shared between them and them only. He was the one with him when he was weary and needed the calm and rest, he was the one there in moments of family, of joy, of vulnerability, of peace. But he didn't need to prove anything between them to Sada. Because all he's hearing of her gloating sounded more problematic than anything else.

All this time it's always been about choosing her, worshipping her, pleasuring her, loving her. An anger simmered at the way she talked about treating him, and what about him? What about choosing him, worshipping him, pleasuring him, loving him? Ashton wasn't sure if he could give Jer everything he needed, but at least he was confident enough to give him that much, more than she could, being so self absorbed. Despite the strong font he tried to shakily hold up, he turned his face down to the floor, "stop.." not wanting to hear more, hiding the wet blues that threatened to spill over at the pangs of pain beating through his chest that didn't stem for the swift kick.

He stayed there like a rag doll until Sada yanked him by his hair, roots tearing at his scalp, making his deep watery gaze face hers. Ashton had paused a long while before a soft, heartbroken smile flickered to mock her, "..no he's not," he was nothing like her, "and I love him." What’s the point in hiding it if she’s already figured it out? At the very least that truth will ring in her ears, spoken into existence that hasn't wavered.

Tossed aside, his arms broke the fall, not expecting her to end her session so quickly this time. That's all? He wanted to taunt her, but just as he pushed himself back up, he was grappled again, this time with enough fight in him to resist their holds. "The fuck is that?" Ashton was a smart man, smart enough seeing the vaccine now in a syringe and a dubious vial delicately toying by her fingers. There were only so many scenarios he was going to need a vaccine and it wasn't going to be her kind hearted soul to do the right thing.

Ashton's realization settled on one possibility and he immediately fought back against the two men, he still had mobility to swiftly get out of their holds, managing a few blows at them until the chains were immediately yanked back to hold him down, he gagged at the sudden choking pressure from the cuff pressed against his throat and trachea, arms outstretched with no more wiggle room to even move an inch. "N- no--" please don't do this, he didn't let it show but the fear was creeping in, he did not want to become one of those things.

She stumbled as the support of the cane was torn away, eyes following as it flew across the space, hitting a wall and clattering to the floor. "Do you feel better now? Did you let it all out?" Speaking through a mocking sort of pout down at him,

Sada instead gave a nice little swift kick to the side, hissing through the sting in her knee, but the joint held firm. "I don't need it to beat you with, in fact, I like this even better." That satisfying thwack of limb to torso contact nearly as good as good deep stroke, and she shuddered through it.

"You don't want to know? You don't want to know how I make him beg for me? How he loves me." The emphasis was obvious and meant to be painful. "You know that he's king here, right? Leads at my side, because he chooses to. I don't force him to stay with me, Ashton. He chooses me, and he'll always choose me. You know why?"

Reaching down for a handful of his hair so she could yank his gaze up to her as she looked at him with a gaze as cold as ice. "Because he's just like me." She knew the implications that would carry to the paranoia she'd long instilled in this man over the years of playing with him. Leaning forward, she whispered her words almost affectionately into his ear.

"You're so fucking stupid. So fucking gullible." The words slipped from her tongue with silken satisfaction as she sprinkled doubt so liberally over what this man had with her lover.

Roughly pulling his hair to the side as she more or less tossed him, Sada stood back up and gave a little stretch. "I think maybe it's time." Striding to the door, she gave three hard knocks and waited for James and Hector to appear in the doorway, nodding at them to go and hold Ashton down. While she made her way to the little table to set up the syringe of vaccine, turning back to him with the small vial of merlot coloured fluid.

"I hope you're thirsty, Ashton."