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‘guns for hire’ — sit, stay, roll over #10

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content warnings: captivity, intimate whumper, non-con touching (not sexual), minor violence, humiliation/degradation

Sleeping in a real bed felt good.

Leo had awoken the next morning, feeling fresh and revived. An inkling of normality stretched through his spine, but upon cracking open his weary eyes and taking a dazed look around, finding himself in an unfamiliar room, it quickly crumbled.

He released a heavy sigh, throwing his arm lazily over his shoulder, before letting his hands press over his face.

He counted to twenty slowly in his mind, before he shifted under the warm sheets, and finally urged himself to get out of his bed. The clock perched on his bedside table read that it was past in the afternoon, and Leo considered getting back into bed and rolling himself away from reality.

His eyes were immediately drawn to his wrist. Leo’s thumb gently traced Roy’s initial, dread stirring in his stomach. The mercenary had said he could do whatever he wanted, and that included simply staying in his room and letting himself waste away, but Leo couldn’t help but feel too apprehensive to lock himself away. He needed to use this time to explore the house.

Motiviated, the secretary grabbed his crutches, and rose to his feet.

That sounded like a good place to start.

From what he had gathered, the house had three floors. His room was situated on the second one, where he currently was. That included a multitude of other rooms, which seemed to be mostly other guest rooms and a bathroom. The corridor stretched far from one side to another, the bathroom on one side, and a huge glass wall on the other.

Leo’s room was the furthest from the stairs and bathroom. From the window, he could see huge plain fields stretching out into the distance, and a following forest closing them in. The sun was high in the sky, reflecting off the walls, and it brightened up the house significantly. The wooden floorboards were easy to slide across with his socks and crutches, eyeing the second set of stairs that led up to the third floor.

From what he gathered, that was where Roy’s room was. There was a dark shiver that crept down his spine as he stared at those stairs, and even though the third floor was available, he had no desire to traverse up there.

Stifling a trembling sigh, he turned and began hobbling down the stairs.

The second story window from the bathroom wasn’t locked, but the height was concerning. Third story windows were out of the question, but only if Leo got desperate, and he prayed it wouldn’t get to that point.

He didn’t want to risk hurting his ankles or legs falling from a height like that, and the bathroom window seem to lead to the front of the house. Jumping from there would risk being seen from the front living room and the kitchen, and even though he had a dirt track to follow, he doubted he could make it to the trees before the mercenary glanced out of the window.

Biting his lip and heaving a sigh, Leo took a second to catch his breath.

The first floor had plenty of windows. The house was suspiciously quiet, so he took his time testing the lock on each one he could crawl out of, and all of them seemed to open without any resistance. He tried to the doors next, but the ones leading to the front and back of the house were locked. He spent some time searching for a key, but eventually gave up.

Leo didn’t think there would be any use checking now.

The bathroom on the first floor, the one he was accustomed to when he’d been taken there during his dwelling in his basement, had a small, rectangular window above the toilet. He could just reach it if he clambered on top of the seat, though it was alarmingly narrow. If Leo twisted and wedged himself firmly enough, he knew he would be able to get through it.

It led to the side of the house, too.

Wandering into the kitchen, Leo decided to make use of the absence of his captor, and started making a small bowl of scrambled eggs. Considering the fact he couldn’t stomach the curry the other night (Roy being happy enough to have seconds), he was a little cautious as he began shovelling the food into his mouth.

He ended up scraping away half of it, but he hadn’t needed a trip to the bathroom this time.

Not long after, did the front door finally open, the sound echoing through the house, and Leo winced violently. He almost splashed the soapy water on the floor, in the middle of washing his bowl and the pan, feeling his hairs prick on edge.

He tried to steady his shaken nerves, but the moment Roy entered the kitchen, he couldn’t keep his anxious fidgeting at bay.

“Sleep well?” The man asked, but the dismissive tone indicated he wasn’t too bothered by the answer. Leo scrubbed the pan harder than before.

“Yes,” he answered under his breath, eyes unable to focus on the task he’d given himself.

The mercenary hummed slowly, placing a couple bags on the counter. They rustled obnoxiously as he did so, and the man had a lingering smile quirking along the edges of his lips.

“I got you some clothes.” He motioned towards the bag offhandedly. “You can go take them upstairs. You can start making a list of some things you need, lion. I’m picking up some contracts next month, so I’ll be out of the house for a while, depending on how quickly I get them done.”

Leo stopped scrubbing the pan. Contracts? Out of the house?

His arm mindlessly continued to clean the pan, though more slowly this time, digesting the information.

“But that’s not for a while,” Roy drawled, as if having noticed Leo’s flicker of hope, and eager to douse it out. “I can practically see the gears in your head turning, lion. Remember what I said about getting any funny ideas?”

Leo could feel his eyes drilling into the back of his head, and it was like fire spreading through his skull. Each muscle in his body had gone rigid under the intense stare, and he clenched his jaw tightly to stop his shaking breaths from escaping his lips. A shadow grew darker around him, and he tried not to shrink into himself when he sensed the mercenary was far too close for comfort.

The bowl clattered against the bottom of the sink when a hand landed on his head, gently combing through the hair there. “There’s no way out of this for you. I would accept the situation already if I were you, lion. I’ve been easy on you, and yet it’s child’s play to make you break. If you want me to really hurt you, then go and misbehave. I’m a trained killer, and I know how to hurt you so much that death would be a mercy. So, don’t test me. I do things for you, and you do things for me.”

Everything was dizzy. Heat pricked at the back of his neck, and Leo had long forgotten the bowl in the sink as fear grasped his heart and twisted in painfully. The gloved fingers combing through his hair did nothing to soothe him, only making his heart pound relentlessly against his chest.

Roy’s eyes lowered for a few moments, admiring him, before leaning down and patting his cheek. Leo winced, unable to stifle the scared whine in his throat.

“How easy would it be for me to find your dear old father, hm?”

The secretary’s eyes widened, head snapping towards him in terror.

“No,” he whimpered, shaking his head frantically. “No, please. Please, don’t hurt him.”

Roy’s fingers closed around his jaw harshly, and Leo jerked from the sheer force. The mercenary straightened up, and the secretary wondered why it was so easy to forget the way the man towered over him, making him feel like he was going to devour him.

“I don’t know,” he drawled, tilting his head to the side. “From what you told me, he seems like a terrible person. Abandoning his own son just like his mother? People like him don’t really deserve to be walking around like they do, don’t you think?”

“No,” Leo almost shrieked, gasping in pain at the uncomfortable pressure on his jaw. Sheer panic made him fumble over his own words, and his hands seized Roy’s wrist tightly, trying to pry him away. “Please, please, I’m begging you. Please don’t hurt him, h-he struggled too, okay? Please, it’s not like that…”

Roy scoffed, his eyes darkening. “The fact that you’re defending him is a little pathetic, lion…”

Leo could feel tears leaking from the corner of his eyes, shuffling on his spot in a weak attempt to tug himself out of Roy’s grip. His heart felt lodged in his throat, choking up his words.

“I’ll do anything,” he begged, gasping for air. “Please.”

The mercenary cocked a brow. He seemed momentarily intrigued by those words, before a hoarse chuckle escaped his lips, and his grasp tightened painfully around his jaw. Leo could barely even manage a whine of pain before he felt himself being shoved into the ground, his body colliding with the corner of the table and smacking painfully into one of the chairs. It clattered and smashed into the ground beside him, a dizzy spell blooming against the side of his head.

The secretary moaned in pain, trying to keep back his sobs as pain erupted in his skull. Roy bent down and scooped his crutches off the ground, keeping them secured in his hand as he leisurely walked around Leo’s shivering body, grabbing a chair as he went.

He dragged it across the ground until it was backed up against the wall, and sat himself down on it, sighing heavily as he did so. He threw one leg over the other, laying the crutches over his lap. His eyes were pinning Leo down to the floor, filled with a cold, sick amusement.

“Then crawl.”

The secretary sucked in an aching breath, trying to collect himself with shaking arms.

“What?”

The mercenary smiled. “Amuse me, and I’ll leave him alone.”

Leo tried to swallow, but his mouth was parched, all the moisture abandoned. He tried studying the man’s expression, to decipher if he was really being serious or not, but a few firm pats of his lap made him realise he really wasn’t joking. He tried to bite back a sob, scraping for any kind of strength to slide himself onto his hands and knees.

His ankle flared with throbs at the awkward angle, and he let his head hang low, biting back the curses on his tongue. Humiliation burned deep through his skin; it was a horrible feeling, and he felt no different than a dog being forced to do tricks for Roy’s own sick amusement. He forced himself not to let the tears slide down his cheeks, but by the time he’d crawled to the man’s feet, he could feel sobs choking in his throat.

The man looked down on him with a smile, dropping the crutches on the ground next to him, and leaning forward to ruffle his hair.

“Good boy,” he murmured slyly, his hand sliding down and tapping two fingers under Leo’s chin.

He lifted his head obediently, whimpering when a thumb wiped the tears away gently. Roy’s eyes suddenly lowered, his thumb following his eyeline and pressing against his quivering bottom lip. He softly swiped over the flesh a few times, before a chuckle escaped his lips, and he finally released him.

Standing up, the mercenary dug through his pocket and tossed a number of photos on the floor, scattering haphazardly. Once the mercenary had begun making his way out of the kitchen, Leo stared in horror as he realised he was looking at candid photos of his father sitting unaware in his house.

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