Chapter 20
SINN'OUS
Levis, the resident paranoid kitchen boss, leaving the kitchen in the middle of a meal being served is noteworthy by itself. Add onto the fact that Jasper is also absent from Reni’s table, has Sinn'ous out of his seat, and stalking after the man.
In times when his instincts raise their hackles, he follows their lead. That instinct takes him down corridors trailing a rushing Levis gunning for the showers.
They arrive at their destination, and Sinn'ous waits a beat before stalking in behind Levis, entering into a relatively dead shower room. This time of day is reserved for anyone up to . . . unsavoury shower activities.
In the cool air lacking steam, he strips his clothes off in one fluid move.
No pause to check where the discarded clothes land.
The lack of sticky hot air indicates very few people are showering, and uncrowded showers are a recipe for fun—or disaster if you’re the one on the receiving end of fun involving sharp objects.
Levis’s naked ass slips around the bend, into the showers, and Sinn'ous drifts in after him. While Levis strides right down the middle of the tacky, tiled floor, Sinn'ous silently drifts along the outer wall staying out of the spotlight.
The room is bare but for a couple lone figures, one of which Sinn'ous recognises immediately. It’s another time he questions how he’s managed to keep his prey alive this long.
Coming here, at this time, all alone, the boy may as well sign his own death certificate.
Although, he and Satan both know Levis is not here to kill Jasper.
Satan, you test me with this prey.
His prey’s eyes are locked on Levis, the startled fawn that he is.
Frozen and quaking. Rivulets of water cascading down his back, slow trails trickling over unblemished skin, to drip off his well-formed ass.
To mark that skin will be a dream made true.
To part the skin covering ridged muscles knotted tight, every ounce of tension in his body presented on full display.
It does give Sinn'ous the time he needs, while his prey is distracted and facing away from him, to stalk up behind. He steps in closer, a mere shower head distance separating him from brushing up against the boy’s back.
Prey completely clueless to his presence, Levis on the other hand slows his strides, pausing to glance at Sinn'ous, his lips morphing into a twist of irate anger.
The grin Sinn'ous allows to spread his lips is one of promised pain. There is no way it wouldn’t be an incredible honour to take this sacrifice to Satan.
When he holds the offer of violence out in the air, he hopes Levis scoops it up.
He would love nothing more than to put him down.
To tackle him onto the tiles and stab until the sacrifice is tenderised into the afterlife.
All in the name of Satan.
All for Satan.
And perhaps a little for himself.
Disappointedly and unsurprisingly, Levis backs off, huffing his way to the other end of the shower room.
A shame.
Forgive the delay, Satan, I will gift you his sacrifice soon.
But first, it’s time to open his prey’s mind, and feed him the answers the boy no doubt craves. In the explanation will be the whispered vibes of security, safety, and trust.
Sinn'ous turns the shower on next to Jasper. Facing the wall to give the boy his side, and working on shrinking his form to look smaller, less intimidating. Peripheral vision is all he uses to watch his prey. He isn’t here to scare the boy off. He is here to dangle a lure and hope for a bite.
Jasper jumps, and stumbles, just managing to catch himself on the wall. Whole face blanching into an unnatural sheen of pasty white. Eyes so wide the whites are on full display. His pupils pinpoints of fear.
Pretending to ignore his prey gives Sinn'ous the time to study every inch. He can’t help but picture scars littering his flesh. Marks left by Sinn'ous’s own knives.
Jasper’s head snaps away. Now they’re both facing the wall, acting as if this time isn’t significant. One set of eyes locked and unfocused on the tiles, the other set hard and very focused on the body a literal arm’s length from reach.
He washes in a deliberately slow way, each timed movement corresponding to his prey’s squirming. And all the while the boy is panic-scrubbing the soap from his body.
Bemusement threatens to pull his lips to a grin, in order to prevent this he turns his head to openly watch Jasper. Using the distraction to reign in his visible emotions.
His prey’s breathless voice is a surprise, Sinn'ous hadn’t expected him to say anything.
Or at the very least, not be the one to offer the first words.
“I’m n-not interested in d-doing anything with y-you.
” His stammering is coated in the putrid stench of fear.
Like the scent of death, only unpleasant
What you want doesn’t matter to me, little prey.
Sinn'ous remains standing with a relaxed posture, it may be forced, but it remains devoid of his intentions. No coiling of muscles or tensing of limbs. Nothing to give away anything untoward.
“I don’t w-want it, I don’t want you to t-touch m-me.”
Oh, prey, you have no say in this. I will take whatever I please.
Sinn'ous warms his lips into a friendly smile, inviting in a scared doe. An offer of kindness and safety in the very much fake expression he creates so easily.
“Relax,” Sinn'ous half-heartedly commands. And because the best lies are tainted by truth, he goes on, “I’ve done a lot of . . .” He trails off trying to collect the right word, “questionable things . . .” killing and maiming, like I intent to do to you, “but I’ve never raped anyone, and I don’t intend to change.
” Which is the truth. Both statements. He has not raped.
And he has no intention of changing. He just left out a few details, such as, he will kill until the day he dies, all in Satan’s name.
His prey blinks, pupils dilating and relaxing, mind working over what Sinn'ous offered. Digesting his words.
To watch those same pupils dilate in death would be a treat. He should know, he’s seen many examples of it from his sacrifices.
He measures his words carefully. “You can enjoy your gifts. You don’t have to keep hoarding them.” On many of his secret trips into Jasper’s cell he has seen the food he leaves on the bunk, stuffed into the cupboard behind the extra clothes. “No strings attached.”
It’s somewhat the truth, the food has nothing to do with what Sinn'ous wants to do to his prey. It’s more a means to an end. A guiding hand to the results he will have.
An end for my prey in the most bloodiest of ways.
“That—” Jasper’s throat catches on the sentence, refusing to let it pass. “T-those were from you . . .” he voice airs into a whisper, melting into the sounds of running water.
“Who else would they be from,” Sinn'ous steels his body, irritation blooming at his prey not having guessed this already. The answer couldn’t have been more obvious if it stabbed him in the face.
It reminds him how laughably naive the boy is.
“Ahhhh.” Jasper’s eyes dart, if Sinn'ous hadn’t been keenly perceptive he would have missed it. The dart of eyes to the far end of the showerheads, to Levis scrubbing his body hard enough to take off skin.
Sinn'ous is mostly successful in keeping out his desire to kill from his tone when he says, “he won’t bother you ever again.”
Without another word, Jasper punches off the shower, and flees the room. Sinn'ous watches him go and doesn’t follow. He has other things on his mind which need taking care of.