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“Sir…”
“Shhh. Just trust me. Let go and trust me, sweetheart. It’ll be okay.”
“It’ll be okay,” Elliot echoes, now hovering strangely in the air above them, eyes white like Casey’s had been in the dungeon.
Casey is beside him. He’s a second echo. “It’ll be okay.”
Then Maison, standing there staring at Carter in betrayal and disgust. “It’ll be okay.”
“It’ll be okay.”
“It’ll be okay.”
“It’ll be okay.”
“It’ll be okay,” sir gasps, pushing Carter’s legs harder against his chest, fucking into him faster, each movement steady and sexy and pushing Carter closer to an orgasm. “It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay.”
Casey is fading. Elliot too.
Maison already left.
“Casey!” Carter sobs. “Elliot! Stay here, stay with me!”
“You chose him,” Casey says in betrayal.
“You left us,” Elliot adds.
Carter tries to escape sir, needing to get to his friends. Needing to find his brother. But sir holds him too close, too tight, not letting him go.
“I don’t know what to do!” Carter sobs, sagging into the mattress in defeat. “I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what to do!”
“Shhh, sweetheart,” sir whispers, holding him close, fucking into him nice and slow. “Shhh. You don’t have to do anything. You’re okay. I have you now.”
Carter tries to get away. Tries to fight sir. He thrashes and swings and kicks. “Casey! Elliot!” he screams as he fights, wanting the boys to see that he’s trying to get to them. He’s trying to help them. They just have to hold on a little longer.
But Elliot is dead, limp in Casey’s arms, and Casey is wavering on his feet, eyes falling shut.
“Casey! Casey!”
Sir holds Carter too close, his arms sandwiched almost painfully between his chest and sir’s. “Stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself, sweetheart.”
“Casey!” Carter sobs, throwing his head back in grief as he gives into sir’s hold. “Casey, I’m so sorry!”
He doesn’t see it, but he hears it when Casey dies. The final gasp. The muffled sound of petals hitting the floor. The heavy thump of a body following.
“I’m sorry,” Carter cries. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”
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“Shhh, sweetheart,” Nathan whispers again, relieved that the boy has at least stopped fighting him now. When he had first woken, Carter had been in the middle of punching and kicking at the air, screaming for someone named Casey. Someone named Elliot. He was sobbing. Pleading. “I don’t know what to do!” he kept saying, thrashing his head back and forth in pure agony. “I don’t know what to do!”
While Nathan had fought to get Carter under control, the boy had continued yelling, mostly just for Casey then. He was desperate to get to Casey, it seemed. It took forever before he finally gave up and went limp in Nathan’s arms, but now he’s finally calmed down, reduced to nothing but softly cried apologies.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” the boy continues whispering, his body trembling from the exertion of his fight with Nathan, as well as the overwhelming emotions he’s clearly experiencing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”
“Shhh,” Nathan repeats. “Hush, now. Sir has you. You’re okay. You’re okay, sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry,” Carter whispers. “I’msosorry.”
