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“Maison?” Carter gasps. “Maison, help me!”
“It’s okay, baby brother. Just be good for him.”
Sir hits Carter again.
Again.
Again.
The petals are pouring down his body in rivulets now, leaving black goo in their wake. “Maison! Please, please, please, oh god, please help me! Fucking help me!”
“You’re not behaving, Carter,” Maison chides. “Behave!”
“W-what? No. I – Maison, please. Please help me!”
Maison sighs heavily. Then, “Just hit him harder, Roarke. He obviously needs to learn.”
Carter slumps in his restraints, his breath rushing from his lungs in a sob. “Why won’t you save me?”
“Why the fuck would I?” Maison grunts in disgust. “You’re a fucking cock slut, baby brother. You’re useless. Pathetic. Why would I want you anymore? Why would I ever want a brother like you?”
“M-Maison?” Carter gasps, positive he’s misunderstanding.
“You like this. You want him.” Maison sneers. “You’ve let them ruin you.”
“No!” Carter shakes his head furiously, desperate for Maison to believe him. “I don’t like him. I don’t. I promise.”
“Don’t lie, baby brother.”
“All he does is lie,” Casey tells Maison, suddenly standing beside his brother now, still covered in daffodils, his eyes creepily blank. “He fell in love with that sick bastard. Can’t you see it? Watch. You can tell.”
“I don’t love him!”
“Shhh, sweetheart,” sir whispers, stroking his tear-soaked cheek. The flogger is gone. The petals. The blood. The pain. “Open up for sir. Be good for me.”
Carter exhales in relief, sagging back against whatever it is he’s tied to. His eyes fall closed as sir presses his cock into him. It feels good. So damn good.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Sir presses kisses to his shoulder. His throat. His lips. He pants against Carter’s mouth. “Christ, you take my cock so well, sweetheart. You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
Oh god.
Oh god, they’re right. Maison. Casey. Elliot. They’re right.
Carter likes this.
He’s fucked up.
Ruined.
Disgusting and pathetic.
“Sir,” Carter sobs, shaking his head. “Sir, please, I don’t know what to do…”
“You’re doing it,” sir coos. “Don’t you see? All you have to do is please me. Be good for me. Just let everything go, let it all go, and be good for me. It’s that easy, sweetheart. Nothing else for you to worry about. No reason to be upset. Just be mine. Please be mine.”
Carter nods. He wants that. He wants to be sir’s.
Sir shifts over Carter, and they’re suddenly in sir’s bedroom. Harry Potter’s voice is in the background. He’s talking about the sex trade. About Stockholm Syndrome. About abuse victims and PTSD. Snape is arguing with him. He’s saying people sometimes love people they shouldn’t, but that doesn’t make their love wrong.
