Chapter 33 The Silver Fox #2
My voice broke because my tears were on the brink of spilling.
“Any… thing.” My breaths trembled in between as I remembered everything he’d done to me, to all of us—the violent rapes, the lashes, the punches to the eyes and nose, locking us in narrow cells in the dark for weeks.
But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just stand there and watch another child be torn apart to death, and I couldn’t rape him like he’d forced me to too many times until I was fifteen years old and had finally convinced him to stop.
“Gentlemen,” he called. “There has been a change in plans. Untie the boy.”
“What—” He walked away from me. The servants untied the naked kid. “Put him back in the box.” They all obeyed, and the overlords looked at the both of us, confused.
Things were running fast, and the doors opened before anyone could ask a question.
Through the halls, past the orgies, we walked farther to the back of the house, the box rolling too easily, with Master leading the crowd.
Some of the people joined us as we passed their areas.
The farther we got, the harder it was to keep up with him.
He didn’t even stop once we arrived outside.
People almost fell into the person in front of them when he suddenly stopped a few meters behind the house.
The cliff was a kilometer away. Looking behind me, I saw the windows through the halls packed with people watching us.
I was walking to the front to talk some fucking sense into him when he whispered something to one of the servants who’d delivered the box.
That man walked all the way to where the sand ended and the blue line of the ocean began and held his hand out to the side.
The other servant reopened the box. “Gentlemen, Tristan had a better idea than me. This is why I love him so much.” There was a chuckle among them.
“I’m going to free this boy, and whoever shoots him dead first will get to fuck Tristan first.” They all lined up next to the box.
I stayed behind and watched in horror as the kid crawled out.
“Let’s give him a fair ten seconds.”
Master whispered something into the kid’s ear. The kid started running, and Master counted. I stood there in shock. I mean, I knew his depravity, I knew theirs, but… what the fuck was this? I didn’t have a gun. There were four of them. Perhaps with an automatic, I could have just killed them.
“Eight! Nine!”
As soon as I heard nine, I bolted as fast as I could between Master and the Silver Fox, unbalancing them.
My shoulders nudged them, making them fire into the air.
The kid had not been hit. He was still running.
I came up behind him and picked him up as shot after shot after shot fired through the air.
In my arms, I carried him and raced at full speed. With my large body, I covered him from getting hit. Most of the bullets hit the sand around us.
“Trisssssssstaaaaaaaan!” The screech held panic. It was Master. Then more and more bullets rained down on us as I ran at breakneck speed. “What the fuck are you doing?” he screamed at the top of his lungs with fury, but I didn’t look back.
They didn’t stop shooting.
I just focused on the man by the cliff. He was my destination, my goal.
Getting the kid there was all that mattered.
My lungs begged for oxygen while he kept screaming my name, telling me to release the kid.
Meanwhile, the child in my arms screeched then wailed and trembled while hanging onto me as tight as he could.
It broke through my skin, tore the tissue and muscle inside. The burning on my right shoulder blade spread. Blood wetted my back and robe. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but getting to the man.
Then another hit my lower back on the right side. This one hurt more and made me trip. The boy fell to the ground. “Run!”
He froze, looking back at the overlords and crying.
“Fucking Run!!!!!!” I roared, frightening him into doing as I said.
All that was still sticking up of me was my head. The shots died down. The man at the edge picked up the kid and carried him on his side like the baby he was. It hurt to breathe.
My wounds pumped pain with every heartbeat.
I winced at it. Fat drops of sweat trailed from my temple down my cheek.
It was impossible to breathe. I looked at the big blue ocean before me.
It was beautiful enough to be the last thing I’d see in this lifetime, but nowhere as gorgeous as her.
God, I had been so close to truly saving her.
I was in and out. The memory of that night in her dorm room, the way her eyes rolled in the midst of euphoria, and the way she whimpered and enveloped me, and for a second, I didn't know if I was there or on the sand, if I was dreaming or awake.
“Tristan!” he screamed again. I heard his fast steps and the unhinged panic in his voice.
Everything went black.
“Wake up! Wake the fuck up!” The sting on my cheek told me what I already knew.
This had been the second time I’d ever seen him like this, desperate.
“I can’t believe what you did! Why would you do that?
Why the fuck would you do that to me?” he screamed as they loaded me on some wooden piece and carried me toward the house.
I was so dizzy, and the pain didn’t allow me to breathe or talk.
He was holding my hand by my side as they walked.
Everything went black.
Three days later
It was so fucking hot I was sure the coolness of the hard bed beneath me was because of my sweat. I would’ve taken another shot for a glass of water. Then it all came to me. The boy. Where was he? Please tell me he didn’t kill him. Please, God.
I coughed and winced at the ache in my throat. Fuck, that hurt. “Oh my God. Thank God. Tristan!” By the time he said my name, he was at the side of my bed, his face holding so much agony. “How could you do that to me? Are you out of your mind?”
“W-wher—” Another cough. I grabbed a hold of my throat.
“Shhh. Here, drink some water.” With a straw, I drank the water slowly.
“You could have died, do you know that?” he yelled so violently his hair bounced into his eye. The volume vibrated my brain, as if I’d had my head in a church bell while it rang.
“What were you thinking?”
“Th-the boy?”
“That’s what you care about? Not how you worried the shit out of me? Not how you almost killed yourself?”
“Ww-hat did—” I swallowed again, noticing it didn’t hurt as much.
“You promised, Francois. Y-you... p—” My eyes brimmed with tears.
I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. I thought I was numb to his conniving twisted games, but still, after all these years, he managed to hurt me just as badly as the first time.
I was ashamed to still be susceptible to him.
It was as if I was still that little boy, gullible and vulnerable and too fucking empathetic.
He couldn’t be truly decent, not even after all the depravity I’d done for him, because of him.
“Y-you promised me no more. We had an agreement.”
He sat there, stunned as my tears left trails, cooling my face. It appeared as if some pain had wrinkled his face into a grimace. He even dropped his head in shame. It was the first time I’d ever seen shame on him. He turned his head to look out at the narrow balcony at the sea.
“You promised,” I repeated. “Please… no more.”
“Tristan, I want to do right by you.” He nodded, finally looked at me, and grabbed my hand, curling his fingers into mine.
“I do.” He paused while sobbing. “But I’m a sick bastard.
I can’t help what I crave. You won’t believe me, but…
” He leered my chest and then gawked at my fingers he was holding.
“I’ve been faithful to you.” He sniveled. “I know what you’ve been doing…”
My heart stopped. Was he talking about me tracking their bank accounts and money, gathering as much information and evidence as possible against them?
“I know you’ve been trying to satisfy my proclivities and greed while also making the business as humane as possible.
You’ve been tearing yourself in half for me.
But I also know you’ve never loved me. You’re disgusted by me and my cravings.
You don’t understand the fight I’d have to endure for you,” he screamed.
“The things I’ve kept away from, given up, all for you and because of this, you don’t appreciate any of it!
” He lay his head on my belly while sobbing and wailing like a child.
I placed my hand on his head as his body shook, but I couldn’t decide if it was real pain, lies, manipulation, or all the above.
“Am I ever going to be enough for you? Is there anything I can do so that you can finally feel satisfied and not hurt another child? I’ve betrayed and broken myself into as many pieces as possible so that you would finally feel loved, happy… satisfied.”
He lifted his head. “You have defied me in front of everyone, Tristan! The truth is I’ve spoiled you way too much. It was a mistake to fall in love with my slave. Do you have any idea what this means? Do you have any idea what position you’ve put me in?”
My heart raced at the question as I realized he was crying because of what was to be done to me, not because he felt tortured by the complexities of his life and our relationship.
“You pushed me to do this.” I paused, checking his eyes to see how true it was.
Joy pulled at the corner of his eyes, but it was very subtle.
“You knew I’d get triggered by it and try to stop you.
And now you have a reason to torture and humiliate me in front of everyone so then after you can cry your eyes out, asking for my forgiveness.
Isn’t that what we always do?” I shrugged.
He didn’t answer me. “So, when will this be?”
“Tomorrow. Get some rest,” he stated with the coldest tone.
I was sure having me alone in the room wondering if the boy was still alive and what the hell they were going to do to me was part of the punishment. But the fever I had didn’t allow me to stay awake for long.