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Fill 2/?: Slave AU: In Lieu of payment
(Anonymous) 2016-05-26 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)He knew he must keep very still while he waited.
The lawyer’s office smelled like donuts and coffee, the secretary, was wearing a sweet smelling floral perfume and baby powder scented deodorant. Dust, and gravel from near by construction blew in through the open window, along with car exhaust and the noises from the street below. Car horns blocks away, people talking, yelling at cabs.
He had a chance here. Benny told him he was going to be gifted as payment to the lawyer. He’d said that if Matt screwed this up, he would sell him at the pawnbroker for quick cash.
And so, Matt waited and listened in on the conversation Benny was having with the lawyer, Mr. Nelson. Mr. Nelson didn’t want a slave, but his heartbeat quickened slightly at the suggestion of selling at a higher price.
Oh.
They came out. Benny yanked at his wrist cuffs, and Matt hurried to stand up. How was he supposed to know what Benny wanted when he never told him? But he kept his expression as blank as possible and head down, waiting.
The slight anticipation he’d sensed off Mr. Nelson earlier disappeared and was replaced with disappointment. Matt was acutely aware of how bad he looked, how bad he smelled. He wanted to plead, it’s not my fault I can be better than this, but he stayed silent
He knew he must keep silent.
Despite his disappointment, Mr. Nelson inspected him anyway. The secretary, no wait, Mr. Nelson told Benny that she was his office manager, was not impressed either. Matt clenched his fist anxiously. Even being resold would be better than the pawnbroker.
The relief that washed over him when Mr. Nelson agreed to the trade was immense. Benny pushed him back into the chair, went back into the lawyer’s office and signed the papers. Done. It was done.
No going back to Fogwell’s Gym. Never again.
Benny didn’t even spare him a glance as he left the office. Out in the hall, he picked up the duffle bag he’d had Matt carry with him, his accessories because one way or another this was it. Benny had already told him there’d be no going back home at the end of the day. The duffle bag was tossed into the lobby, Matt quickly pulled it out of the way and towards his feet, and Benny was gone.
The lawyer, Mr. Nelson, came and leaned against his doorframe, Matt could feel him staring. The office manager was staring as well. Matt resisted the urge to cower under their intense scrutiny. “So, now what?” Mr. Nelson asked. Matt was pretty sure the question had not been aimed at him.
He was right. The office manager shrugged, he could hear her hair brush against her shoulders, her blouse against her skin. “How should I know?” she answered.
“Can you look it up for me? I’m sure there will be registration papers and stuff I’m going to have to fill out.”
She nodded and the wheels of her chair shifted as she repositioned herself at her computer. The mouse scraped against the wood desk, keyboard tapping.
“Do I have any more clients coming in this afternoon?” Mr. Nelson asked her.
She leaned over, paper rustling, “Mr. Andrews at two-thirty.”
The lawyer sighed. “Well,” he walked across the office, stepped into another room. “We won’t be needing the conference room right?”
She made a humming noise. “I don’t think so.”
Mr. Nelson sighed. “Okay, we can stick him in there for now.” And then he walked back so that he was standing right in front of him and crouched down so that their faces were on the same level. “So, Matthew. I’m Foggy. Do you need anything? Bathroom? When’s the last time you had water?”
Matt nodded. “May I use the bathroom, please?”
Mr. Nelson, Foggy, nodded and then paused abruptly. “Oh, sorry. I just nodded. Do you have any vision at all or-?”
“No, nothing,” Matt answered.
“Okay.” Mr. Nelson patted Matt’s shoulder. “Will you be good for me if I unbuckle those wrist cuffs?”
“Yes, sir.” Matt held up his wrists and felt Foggy pull at the strap. The brief tightening to unlatch the buckle was painful and Matt bit his lip. But the leather buckles came off and the air against his skin stung but it felt so good.
“Oh shit. Karen,” Foggy called over to his office manager. Karen. “Do we have a first aid kit or anything?”
She stood up, pushing the chair back, and walked over to the small coffee area and looked in a cupboard under the counter. “Yep, still here. What’s wrong?”
“His skin is all raw from those cuffs. I’m going to take him to the bathroom and be right back, okay?”
Matt felt a hand on his elbow, guiding up and he followed. They walked out into the hall, at the end of the hall near the stairs, Foggy opened a door and flipped on a light and walked inside with him. The tap turned on, and Foggy guided Matt’s arm under the cool stream of water, and Matt shivered.
“This okay?” Foggy asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, all right.” Foggy held Matt’s other wrist under the water as well and then patted the skin dry with a paper towel. “So, I’ll wait outside while you use the bathroom. Um, the toilet is right beside you, there’s a push button on top for flushing, and then wash your hands, there’s a soap dispenser, here.” He guided Matt’s hand up to the wall to feel the plastic case. “Just come out when you’re finished, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Matt answered, and Foggy walked out and closed the door behind him. He did his best to be quick, washed with soap, dried his hands with the paper towel, he didn’t want to make his new owner impatient with him already. And then he was taken back to the office and led into a room beside Foggy’s office, guided to a chair at a long flat table. Foggy sat beside him, positioned his arm so that it was resting on the table and unzipped a bag, the smell of antiseptic filled his senses. A small tear as an alcohol packet was ripped open, cool burning on the raw skin on this wrists, and then soft gauze, wrapped in a circle and taped in place. Both wrists.
“I’m going to take you back to my place later, get you cleaned up. But, for now, you can stay here. I’ve got another client before I can take off for the day. Uhm.” Foggy got up, took the first aid kit with him, and left the room. Matt heard him moving things around, liquid poured into a glass, and then he came back. “I’ve got a donut, and a glass of water here. Are you good for now?”
The donut- it was fresh. Chocolate dip. Fresh. Matt’s hand shook with anticipation. He forced himself to be still. “Yes, sir.”
Foggy patted his shoulder again. “Ok, I’ll come get you when I’m ready, until then, if you need anything just ask Karen out front, alright?”
“Yes, sir,” Matt answered again, and Foggy left, closing the door gently behind him. Water or donut first? Matt forced himself to take a sip of the water. Cold. Filtered. So, so good. And then the donut. He picked it up, smelled it, took a small bite, savoring. The chocolate, the soft bread. He tried not to eat it too quicky, but his stomach rumbled. Benny hadn’t given him anything for breakfast.
He wondered if there was any way he could convince Mr. Nelson to keep him. If he wanted to clean him up first, maybe he had a few days before being taken to the auction house? Would that be enough time to convince him he’d be worth keeping around?
Re: Fill 2/?: Slave AU: In Lieu of payment
(Anonymous) 2016-05-28 05:37 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill 2/?: Slave AU: In Lieu of payment
(Anonymous) 2016-05-28 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)