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Nathan curls his lips in a mischievous grin despite how badly they want to twist in disgust. “I guess I’ll survive until then. I’ll just have to find one of the other slaves to fuck. I’m too wound up after the party tonight.”
“Lucky bastard. I wish my house had sluts walking around all day.”
Christ, how the fuck is this man a doctor?
Nathan forces a laugh. When all this shit goes down, Nathan is making sure this fucker’s name is plastered on every headline in the country. He’ll testify on his behalf if he fucking has to. He’s officially found himself in Nathan’s top 10, right there with Todd Henley, the Kensingtons, and William Dugray.
He really needs to stop giving people the opportunity to hurt his boy. Pretty soon his top 10 is going to be a little more than 10.
???
Carter tries to relax on the bed, picking imaginary fuzzies off his blanket. He makes sure to keep glancing over at the monster that still remains in the room. The man is quiet, almost too quiet, as he sits in the armchair in the corner and scowls at the bedroom door.
Carter risks another glance over at Benny, startling when he sees that Benny is staring right at him instead of at the door like before. Carter quickly ducks his head and looks at his hands.
“Do you need anything?” Benny asks in the same kind voice he had used earlier. Carter’s memory of the man taking care of him is foggy at best, but he does remember how gentle he had been. At least until the end. Carter thinks he annoyed him at the end. He doesn’t remember Benny even leaving, which is probably a bad thing.
He proceeds with caution.
“No thank you, sir.”
“You’re comfortable? Do you need more blankets? An extra pillow?”
Carter tries not to look at him incredulously. He might fail. It’s not very believable that this man cares about his comfort. If he did, he’d save Carter from getting raped and abused all the damn time. Same thing with Nathan. They can’t have things both ways. They can’t pretend to be kind whenever they feel like it.
Except they can, Carter - remember? You’re nothing but the toy they use for their own entertainment. You. Are. Nothing.
“I’m okay. Thank you, sir.”
Benny opens his mouth as if to speak but closes it and sits back when the door to the bedroom opens. The doctor is nowhere to be found, sir the only person to enter the room. He stuffs his hands into his pants pockets and jerks his head towards the door, which must be a signal because Benny pushes to his feet and heads towards the door. He glances at Carter before meeting sir’s eyes. “He should be on his front, if he can help it. Or his side, if it hurts his stomach too much.”
“Alright. Thanks, Ben.”
Sir closes the door behind his friend before coming to stand at the foot of the bed. He’s still in his clothes from the party, his hair a wreck, his bowtie undone but still hanging around his neck, the top few buttons of his shirt popped open, and his sleeves rolled up haphazardly.
He looks thoroughly mussed and sexy, and Carter would give anything to be worthy of being kissed by him.
Sir meets Carter’s eye and speaks in a low, clear voice. “You’ve been under a great amount of stress. You’re dehydrated, malnourished, and exhausted. Your body is having a hard time adjusting. The doc is running your blood for infections and other possible issues, and he’s going to bring an ultrasound to check you out, but he seems to be under the impression that this is just from the past week’s treatment of your body. Nothing serious.”
Carter bites the nail of his thumb, wanting to ask questions but unsure if he’s allowed to. His questions don’t matter.Carterdoesn’t matter.
He’s entertainment. He’s a set of holes to fuck. He’s a punching bag for when sir is having a bad day. He’s a welcome gift to visitors. He’s a reward for sir’s men to earn.
He’s a commodity.
He’s not human.
He never will be again.
It’s starting to get easier to remember that.
He should be terrified, but he’s not. He’srelieved.
There’s a very long stretch of silence. Long enough for Carter to start considering dozing off. He was going to try and stay awake in case sir planned on fucking him again, but if sir wants to do that, he’s going to do it. So, Carter might as well get some rest until sir is ready to use him.
Just as Carter is squirming in the sheets, trying to find a happy medium between his injured backside and his upset stomach, sir clears his throat. “Look at me.”
Carter follows the order immediately. He starts to cry again when he meets sir’s eyes. He doesn’t even knowwhy. It just happens. Sir tilts his head at him with a frown. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re going to be okay.”
