Amat- Centric Repost
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tinydropletsDisclaimer: What you are about to read is ideas and character pairing ideas from the RP pan fandom game, Amatomnes. These events did not occur in game, and this is in no way a representation of the relationships or actual way the characters are even played.
The dimness in the room made Flynn thankful at least that he had just woken up. The ropes on his wrists were still held above his head as he was left in a kneeling position on the bed. Even though Zelman hadn't intended for the added torture, Flynn's body had created an imprint on the mattress from his weight and the pressure had gotten increasingly worse.
Shifting around restlessly, Flynn tugged against the restraints once more in an attempt to get loose. A dark chuckle came from the doorway of the room causing Flynn to tense up. Soft feet padding on the floor were incentive enough to try and turn around, but a dull throb in his lower back and shoulders stopped him from doing so. It wasn't like he needed to see who it was anyways. There was only one person he knew who could chuckle like that.
“You came around quick.”
Slowly hands reached up to caress the ropes and slowly work their way down his arms. Arching his back Flynn tugged at his wrists again hissing as nails slid along flesh. Those hands, wandered down his torso and feeling down his sides and down his hips. It felt like an eternity before those hands finally slid up his thighs and between them fondling and stroking causing a soft moan to come from the blond.
Zelman
“I thought it would take longer.”
A few more strokes to his member, just enough to make him semi hard, and the hands were tracing up his lower abdomen to his midsection and then up his chest. Lips pressed to his neck and fangs grazed the skin as Flynn shuddered. The nails biting into his skin were a reminder, just like those fangs, that Zelman's touch could bring pleasure just like it could bring pain.
“What, you don't have anything to say, little knight?”
The tone was dark and teasing. Flynn let his head lull to the opposite side as he shivered feeling Zelman press against his back. It hurt to talk. That could have been due to all the screaming and going so long without water. But, the young knight would never complain. Complaining was a sign of weakness. “How long?”
Lips pressed against his ear and a dark chuckle bubbled forth. Hands stroked up and down his hips sometimes biting into the skin and dragging. Looking down, he could almost see the lines raising up on his skin. Fangs brushed down his left shoulder blade, and then as sudden as the touch had been there, it was now gone.
It wasn't long before something wet slid up his back. The contact wouldn't have been a shock to the system, but it was on his scar. Unlike the rest of his body, Flynn's scars were very sensitive and it took several moments to get past the shock to realize that it was Zelman's tongue on it. “Didn't I tell you my scars are sensitive?”
“I don't think you're in a position to be dictating anything to me, little knight.”
He could almost see the heart at the end of that sickeningly sweet jab. But, that's just how the other was. Zelman was the type of person that could be hurting someone and saying sweet nothings into their ear at the same time. At least that was how he came off to Flynn. Nothing had proven him wrong on this point yet. But, if he acted differently, then he wouldn't have been Zelman. It didn't make it any less irritating to the blond knight.
Zelman's tongue continued to trace the skin of Flynn's back causing the bigger male to twitch and squirm. The soft and unyielding touches to his hips and inner thighs were having the desired effects. Flynn was tied up, hard and wanton. Arching his back a little, Flynn tried not to move or struggle to much. Any movement he made was causing his arms to be strained just a little more, and those ropes were chaffing his wrists.
The time continued to tick by, and Flynn felt as if the minutes were rolling into hours, and the hours as if he had been there days. All he had to stare at was a white wall in a dim room. That wasn't the best sight in the world. After another lick and nip from Zelman's fangs, the touch was again gone. Flynn didn't know what else the vampire had in store for him. He almost didn't want to find out.
“Care to remind me how this whole thing happened?” Zelman moved to the side of the room without answering. Flynn didn't expect him to.
I wish I remember how I ended up here.
“I'll give you a request for either food or water.”
A concession of a necessity was the only thing that had surprised Flynn. Zelman didn't seem the type to treat a hostage or a friend any differently. He was completely at the red haired vampire's mercy, but apparently the other was going to be nice. The knight had his suspicions though, as he thought over the statement.
Food or Water? Just how long HAVE I been here?
The room didn't have any windows, so it was impossible to tell if it was night time or day time outside. His body was aching so badly, he wondered if he had been there over several hours. Surely, he hadn't been out for a whole day, right? Shaking his head Zelman laughed, it was low and predatory. “Is something wrong, Flynn?”
“Water.”
Picking the choice now will faster get me through this.
Only silence met him as Flynn listened to the patter of footsteps moving out of the room. It was only a few minutes before Zelman was back and crawling on the bed in front of him. Gently pressing the glass up to Flynn's lips, the knight drank greedily, until it was apparent to him that the drink had a film on the bottom of the cup. Trying to move his head away in order to protest, Zelman followed his movements.
“Drink it all like a good boy.”
I really hate that tone.
When Flynn didn't do as directed, Zelman grabbed his jaw and pushed his head back. Forcing the blond to open his mouth, Zelman poured the rest of the grainy water down his throat. The younger male had no choice but to swallow the water so he could breathe. “You'll thank me later.”
Like hell I will
Sitting down on the bed in front of Flynn, Zelman seemed to be watching him and waiting for something to happen. Tugging at the ropes, Flynn hissed again as he felt something warm trickle down his arm. He had finally broken the skin on his right wrist. Leaning up, Zelman gave a low purr as he lapped slowly at the blood as it dribbled forth. With each lap of the tongue, Flynn winced and tried to pull his arm away.
“Your blood is sweet.”
“You always say that.” Flynn sighed and shifted around listlessly as he tried to ease the pressure on his shoulders. His body started to throb as leaned back and around. Zelman just watched with glimmering carmine eyes. The vampires lips upturned into a smirk as Flynn arched his back and his cheeks flushed.
Pale hands touched pale thighs as Zelman rubbed, but didn't touch Flynn's member. But, with every touch, the larger frame shook and Zelman just smiled. Leaning forward he licked the head of the young knights erection. A wanton moan sounded from Flynn as he shook and rolled his hips slightly. “It looks like that old man was right.”
“Right about what? Why are you doing this?”
Zelman leaned back and over to a drawer. Pulling it open Zelman pushed around a few papers as he sighed and shut the drawer with a frown. Standing up from the bed, the red head moved behind Flynn doing the same to several drawers. After a few moments, Flynn felt the vampire behind him once more. “Because I want to.”
One of Zelman's hands wandered between his thighs and stroked him slowly. His body tensed and he cried out as his hips tried to raise and quicken the pace. Groaning in frustration, Flynn felt Zelman's lips on the junction between his neck and shoulder. He had absolutely no warning as fangs penetrated skin.
All of the air left Flynn's body as his lips parted in a silent cry. His whole frame shook and trembled as his fingers flexed open and grabbed onto the ropes until his knuckles turned white. Flynn's head lulled to the side as he gasped for air. Zelman sucked on his neck as his hand continued to move between the knight's thighs, his hand slick with precum.
After a few moments, Zelman drew back licking at the wound as blood continued to well up from the pinpricks in the skin. Brushing the patch of skin right behind Flynn's lower ear lobe, Zelman kissed there a few times. Shuddering, Flynn allowed his eyes to close as a whimper escaped him, only to be answered by a low purr from Zelman. A nose nudged against his neck before he felt lips part and he was drowned once more in those sensations. Whatever he had been given before hand had only enhanced the sensations.
So close...
Panting Flynn blinked and slowly came to his senses. Looking around he felt the pressure behind him lift off the bed. A whisper of cloth behind him registered in his hazy mind as well as the pressure on the bed next to him. Turning his head to the side, Flynn's cheeks flushed as he noticed the smaller male was naked and very hard. In his hand was a small scalpel. “You didn't think it would be this easy, did you?”
Shit.
Crawling in front of him on the bed on all fours, Zelman leaned up to give him a brief kiss. Flynn turned his head away for the moment causing the kiss to land on his jaw. Zelman shrugged and leaned forward with the knife. “Stay still.”
Much to the knight's horror, Zelman reached forward with the knife in hand, and on his upper inner thigh he slid the sharp blade across. In it's wake, a thin like of blood seeped up and tricked down only to be followed by Zelman's tongue. Biting his lower lip, Flynn tried to keep from jumping each time the knife came in contact with the sensitive skin of his thigh.
Oh God.
Even though he was scared, each cut only caused the insistent throbbing in Flynn's body to increase. Each slice of the blade into his skin was as if the sensation was growing causing the quiet room to be filled with the sound of Flynn's panting. That was the only sound besides an occasional purr or chuckle from the knight's captor.
“Please.”
Zelman's head shot up and Flynn flushed and looked at the ceiling. His hips twitched as Zelman let his thumb run around the head of his erection as he licked at the small cuts he had inflicted on his bound knight. Flynn almost didn't want to believe that the soft whimper had come from him. But, it hadn't come from the only other person in the room.
“Please what?”
Sounding amused, the vampire looked up at him with dark eyes. As he leaned back down between the blonds thighs to lick up the treat that he had graced himself with. His thumb continued it's slow circles around the tip of his member. Flynn bit the inside of his cheek. He shook his head and squirmed a little more, but he had to stop to catch his breath and to relieve his wrists. Zelman continued his sweet torture.
I'm not going to beg.
Of course that resolution slipped out of his head as Zelman leaned back. Giving him a toothy grin, he leaned back against the headboard of the bed and spread his legs slightly his hand tracing up his hip. “If you don't beg. I'll leave you here after you watch me pleasure myself.”
Flynn let out a soft noise, and his eyes lowered as he tipped his head back and shut his eyes. Zelman laughed and shook his head as he parted his legs a little wider. The vampire's voice was little more than a husky lust filled whisper. “Flynn....”
He couldn't stop himself from hearing the pleasured gasps and groans coming from Zelman as he looked at the ceiling. With those noises, and the many times they had sex before, Flynn didn't even need to look at Zelman to know what was happening. Eight hundred years of experience was against him, and he knew that he would have to give in soon or he really would be left to nurse his own erection with no way to relieve himself.
It would be torture.
Sliding his eyes down to look at Zelman, he watched the man as his hand moved up and down his erection. Tipping his head against the headboard, Zelman let out soft noises and his hips slowly pumped in time with his thrusts. Once carmine eyes met sapphire, Flynn groaned and shut his eyes tightly.
“Please, Zelman. Fuck me.”
A husky laugh was his only reply. It was a split second before he felt Zelman moving behind him as his legs were guided apart and his hips ankled back at a peculiar angle. The blood on his thighs dribbled down and Zelman gathered most of it as he pushed a finger into Flynn. The knight could do little more then whimper and press back against his finger insistently.
“I guess the old man was right again.”
Positioning himself behind Flynn, Zelman didn't bother with further preparing him. The blond was too gone to even register anything but a good hard fucking. The high powered aphrodisiac that he had purchased earlier that day had done what the old man claimed it would. He would be paying that particular sex shop a visit again. Without further thought, Zelman thrust into the wanton and waiting body.
Flynn cried out as he felt Zelman enter him, he had been about to protest, but a sudden heat thrust into his pleasure center causing him to cry out. Zelman groaned and started to roll his hips up quickly. At this rate their coupling wouldn't last long, but it had been worth every bit of it. One of his hands gripped Flynn's erection and pumped it along with his hard slow thrusts. Flynn's insides gripped his member tightly causing the vampire to bury his face into Flynn's neck as he groaned.
More. Harder...Faster...I need relief.
Those thoughts blurred together as a mantra in Flynn's head as his hips pressed back as much as he could. Upon Zelman's entrance into his body, all the pain and pleasure had melted together and it was forcing him to endure it as wave after wave washed upon his weary body. With each thrust Zelman made, Flynn started to whimper louder and louder. A soft snarl left Zelman's lips as he bit down onto Flynn's right shoulder.
As Zelman approached his climax, his hand unwrapped from Flynn's erection and both of his arms wrapped around the slender waist of the knight. Using his grip as leverage Zelman started to slam into his body as hard as he could. Flynn wasn't going to break, and the vampire knew that.
Oh God. Yes!
Once again, Flynn's body seized up and his back arched as Zelman hit that spot inside of him. Finally after what felt like hours he reached his release. Zelman wasn't far behind him. Leaning heavily back against the vampire, Flynn shivered as he felt small kisses placed to his neck.
“I'm tired.”
Zelman quietly pulled from within his body causing the knight to wince. Situating Flynn onto the bed, the vampire finally let him down. Bandaging his wrists, and covering him up, Zelman chuckled as the knight hardly responded. Then again, it had been an eventful evening. The knight had even surpassed his expectations for his pain tolerance.
Making sure the knight was out, Zelman moved over to the desk. Looking down at his device he smiled and shut off the video feed. Pay back could indeed be a bitch.
----
Dedicated to Maya: Merry belated Christmas!
Note: This was posted two Christmases ago.
The dimness in the room made Flynn thankful at least that he had just woken up. The ropes on his wrists were still held above his head as he was left in a kneeling position on the bed. Even though Zelman hadn't intended for the added torture, Flynn's body had created an imprint on the mattress from his weight and the pressure had gotten increasingly worse.
Shifting around restlessly, Flynn tugged against the restraints once more in an attempt to get loose. A dark chuckle came from the doorway of the room causing Flynn to tense up. Soft feet padding on the floor were incentive enough to try and turn around, but a dull throb in his lower back and shoulders stopped him from doing so. It wasn't like he needed to see who it was anyways. There was only one person he knew who could chuckle like that.
“You came around quick.”
Slowly hands reached up to caress the ropes and slowly work their way down his arms. Arching his back Flynn tugged at his wrists again hissing as nails slid along flesh. Those hands, wandered down his torso and feeling down his sides and down his hips. It felt like an eternity before those hands finally slid up his thighs and between them fondling and stroking causing a soft moan to come from the blond.
Zelman
“I thought it would take longer.”
A few more strokes to his member, just enough to make him semi hard, and the hands were tracing up his lower abdomen to his midsection and then up his chest. Lips pressed to his neck and fangs grazed the skin as Flynn shuddered. The nails biting into his skin were a reminder, just like those fangs, that Zelman's touch could bring pleasure just like it could bring pain.
“What, you don't have anything to say, little knight?”
The tone was dark and teasing. Flynn let his head lull to the opposite side as he shivered feeling Zelman press against his back. It hurt to talk. That could have been due to all the screaming and going so long without water. But, the young knight would never complain. Complaining was a sign of weakness. “How long?”
Lips pressed against his ear and a dark chuckle bubbled forth. Hands stroked up and down his hips sometimes biting into the skin and dragging. Looking down, he could almost see the lines raising up on his skin. Fangs brushed down his left shoulder blade, and then as sudden as the touch had been there, it was now gone.
It wasn't long before something wet slid up his back. The contact wouldn't have been a shock to the system, but it was on his scar. Unlike the rest of his body, Flynn's scars were very sensitive and it took several moments to get past the shock to realize that it was Zelman's tongue on it. “Didn't I tell you my scars are sensitive?”
“I don't think you're in a position to be dictating anything to me, little knight.”
He could almost see the heart at the end of that sickeningly sweet jab. But, that's just how the other was. Zelman was the type of person that could be hurting someone and saying sweet nothings into their ear at the same time. At least that was how he came off to Flynn. Nothing had proven him wrong on this point yet. But, if he acted differently, then he wouldn't have been Zelman. It didn't make it any less irritating to the blond knight.
Zelman's tongue continued to trace the skin of Flynn's back causing the bigger male to twitch and squirm. The soft and unyielding touches to his hips and inner thighs were having the desired effects. Flynn was tied up, hard and wanton. Arching his back a little, Flynn tried not to move or struggle to much. Any movement he made was causing his arms to be strained just a little more, and those ropes were chaffing his wrists.
The time continued to tick by, and Flynn felt as if the minutes were rolling into hours, and the hours as if he had been there days. All he had to stare at was a white wall in a dim room. That wasn't the best sight in the world. After another lick and nip from Zelman's fangs, the touch was again gone. Flynn didn't know what else the vampire had in store for him. He almost didn't want to find out.
“Care to remind me how this whole thing happened?” Zelman moved to the side of the room without answering. Flynn didn't expect him to.
I wish I remember how I ended up here.
“I'll give you a request for either food or water.”
A concession of a necessity was the only thing that had surprised Flynn. Zelman didn't seem the type to treat a hostage or a friend any differently. He was completely at the red haired vampire's mercy, but apparently the other was going to be nice. The knight had his suspicions though, as he thought over the statement.
Food or Water? Just how long HAVE I been here?
The room didn't have any windows, so it was impossible to tell if it was night time or day time outside. His body was aching so badly, he wondered if he had been there over several hours. Surely, he hadn't been out for a whole day, right? Shaking his head Zelman laughed, it was low and predatory. “Is something wrong, Flynn?”
“Water.”
Picking the choice now will faster get me through this.
Only silence met him as Flynn listened to the patter of footsteps moving out of the room. It was only a few minutes before Zelman was back and crawling on the bed in front of him. Gently pressing the glass up to Flynn's lips, the knight drank greedily, until it was apparent to him that the drink had a film on the bottom of the cup. Trying to move his head away in order to protest, Zelman followed his movements.
“Drink it all like a good boy.”
I really hate that tone.
When Flynn didn't do as directed, Zelman grabbed his jaw and pushed his head back. Forcing the blond to open his mouth, Zelman poured the rest of the grainy water down his throat. The younger male had no choice but to swallow the water so he could breathe. “You'll thank me later.”
Like hell I will
Sitting down on the bed in front of Flynn, Zelman seemed to be watching him and waiting for something to happen. Tugging at the ropes, Flynn hissed again as he felt something warm trickle down his arm. He had finally broken the skin on his right wrist. Leaning up, Zelman gave a low purr as he lapped slowly at the blood as it dribbled forth. With each lap of the tongue, Flynn winced and tried to pull his arm away.
“Your blood is sweet.”
“You always say that.” Flynn sighed and shifted around listlessly as he tried to ease the pressure on his shoulders. His body started to throb as leaned back and around. Zelman just watched with glimmering carmine eyes. The vampires lips upturned into a smirk as Flynn arched his back and his cheeks flushed.
Pale hands touched pale thighs as Zelman rubbed, but didn't touch Flynn's member. But, with every touch, the larger frame shook and Zelman just smiled. Leaning forward he licked the head of the young knights erection. A wanton moan sounded from Flynn as he shook and rolled his hips slightly. “It looks like that old man was right.”
“Right about what? Why are you doing this?”
Zelman leaned back and over to a drawer. Pulling it open Zelman pushed around a few papers as he sighed and shut the drawer with a frown. Standing up from the bed, the red head moved behind Flynn doing the same to several drawers. After a few moments, Flynn felt the vampire behind him once more. “Because I want to.”
One of Zelman's hands wandered between his thighs and stroked him slowly. His body tensed and he cried out as his hips tried to raise and quicken the pace. Groaning in frustration, Flynn felt Zelman's lips on the junction between his neck and shoulder. He had absolutely no warning as fangs penetrated skin.
All of the air left Flynn's body as his lips parted in a silent cry. His whole frame shook and trembled as his fingers flexed open and grabbed onto the ropes until his knuckles turned white. Flynn's head lulled to the side as he gasped for air. Zelman sucked on his neck as his hand continued to move between the knight's thighs, his hand slick with precum.
After a few moments, Zelman drew back licking at the wound as blood continued to well up from the pinpricks in the skin. Brushing the patch of skin right behind Flynn's lower ear lobe, Zelman kissed there a few times. Shuddering, Flynn allowed his eyes to close as a whimper escaped him, only to be answered by a low purr from Zelman. A nose nudged against his neck before he felt lips part and he was drowned once more in those sensations. Whatever he had been given before hand had only enhanced the sensations.
So close...
Panting Flynn blinked and slowly came to his senses. Looking around he felt the pressure behind him lift off the bed. A whisper of cloth behind him registered in his hazy mind as well as the pressure on the bed next to him. Turning his head to the side, Flynn's cheeks flushed as he noticed the smaller male was naked and very hard. In his hand was a small scalpel. “You didn't think it would be this easy, did you?”
Shit.
Crawling in front of him on the bed on all fours, Zelman leaned up to give him a brief kiss. Flynn turned his head away for the moment causing the kiss to land on his jaw. Zelman shrugged and leaned forward with the knife. “Stay still.”
Much to the knight's horror, Zelman reached forward with the knife in hand, and on his upper inner thigh he slid the sharp blade across. In it's wake, a thin like of blood seeped up and tricked down only to be followed by Zelman's tongue. Biting his lower lip, Flynn tried to keep from jumping each time the knife came in contact with the sensitive skin of his thigh.
Oh God.
Even though he was scared, each cut only caused the insistent throbbing in Flynn's body to increase. Each slice of the blade into his skin was as if the sensation was growing causing the quiet room to be filled with the sound of Flynn's panting. That was the only sound besides an occasional purr or chuckle from the knight's captor.
“Please.”
Zelman's head shot up and Flynn flushed and looked at the ceiling. His hips twitched as Zelman let his thumb run around the head of his erection as he licked at the small cuts he had inflicted on his bound knight. Flynn almost didn't want to believe that the soft whimper had come from him. But, it hadn't come from the only other person in the room.
“Please what?”
Sounding amused, the vampire looked up at him with dark eyes. As he leaned back down between the blonds thighs to lick up the treat that he had graced himself with. His thumb continued it's slow circles around the tip of his member. Flynn bit the inside of his cheek. He shook his head and squirmed a little more, but he had to stop to catch his breath and to relieve his wrists. Zelman continued his sweet torture.
I'm not going to beg.
Of course that resolution slipped out of his head as Zelman leaned back. Giving him a toothy grin, he leaned back against the headboard of the bed and spread his legs slightly his hand tracing up his hip. “If you don't beg. I'll leave you here after you watch me pleasure myself.”
Flynn let out a soft noise, and his eyes lowered as he tipped his head back and shut his eyes. Zelman laughed and shook his head as he parted his legs a little wider. The vampire's voice was little more than a husky lust filled whisper. “Flynn....”
He couldn't stop himself from hearing the pleasured gasps and groans coming from Zelman as he looked at the ceiling. With those noises, and the many times they had sex before, Flynn didn't even need to look at Zelman to know what was happening. Eight hundred years of experience was against him, and he knew that he would have to give in soon or he really would be left to nurse his own erection with no way to relieve himself.
It would be torture.
Sliding his eyes down to look at Zelman, he watched the man as his hand moved up and down his erection. Tipping his head against the headboard, Zelman let out soft noises and his hips slowly pumped in time with his thrusts. Once carmine eyes met sapphire, Flynn groaned and shut his eyes tightly.
“Please, Zelman. Fuck me.”
A husky laugh was his only reply. It was a split second before he felt Zelman moving behind him as his legs were guided apart and his hips ankled back at a peculiar angle. The blood on his thighs dribbled down and Zelman gathered most of it as he pushed a finger into Flynn. The knight could do little more then whimper and press back against his finger insistently.
“I guess the old man was right again.”
Positioning himself behind Flynn, Zelman didn't bother with further preparing him. The blond was too gone to even register anything but a good hard fucking. The high powered aphrodisiac that he had purchased earlier that day had done what the old man claimed it would. He would be paying that particular sex shop a visit again. Without further thought, Zelman thrust into the wanton and waiting body.
Flynn cried out as he felt Zelman enter him, he had been about to protest, but a sudden heat thrust into his pleasure center causing him to cry out. Zelman groaned and started to roll his hips up quickly. At this rate their coupling wouldn't last long, but it had been worth every bit of it. One of his hands gripped Flynn's erection and pumped it along with his hard slow thrusts. Flynn's insides gripped his member tightly causing the vampire to bury his face into Flynn's neck as he groaned.
More. Harder...Faster...I need relief.
Those thoughts blurred together as a mantra in Flynn's head as his hips pressed back as much as he could. Upon Zelman's entrance into his body, all the pain and pleasure had melted together and it was forcing him to endure it as wave after wave washed upon his weary body. With each thrust Zelman made, Flynn started to whimper louder and louder. A soft snarl left Zelman's lips as he bit down onto Flynn's right shoulder.
As Zelman approached his climax, his hand unwrapped from Flynn's erection and both of his arms wrapped around the slender waist of the knight. Using his grip as leverage Zelman started to slam into his body as hard as he could. Flynn wasn't going to break, and the vampire knew that.
Oh God. Yes!
Once again, Flynn's body seized up and his back arched as Zelman hit that spot inside of him. Finally after what felt like hours he reached his release. Zelman wasn't far behind him. Leaning heavily back against the vampire, Flynn shivered as he felt small kisses placed to his neck.
“I'm tired.”
Zelman quietly pulled from within his body causing the knight to wince. Situating Flynn onto the bed, the vampire finally let him down. Bandaging his wrists, and covering him up, Zelman chuckled as the knight hardly responded. Then again, it had been an eventful evening. The knight had even surpassed his expectations for his pain tolerance.
Making sure the knight was out, Zelman moved over to the desk. Looking down at his device he smiled and shut off the video feed. Pay back could indeed be a bitch.
----
Dedicated to Maya: Merry belated Christmas!
Note: This was posted two Christmases ago.
