Matt and Peter made sure to kneel silently on the floor and be silent.
Ever since Master had made that angry noise, they had gotten down and waited.
Matt wanted to go hide in the fort again with Peter, where it was soft and warm and safe, but he knew better. They both did. Trying to hide from angry masters just made them angrier, and made the punishments worse.
And even though Master had said he wouldn't hit them, that didn't mean it would always be the truth, or that he wouldn't hurt them in a different way. What if he ordered Matt to not talk to Peter, or didn't let them eat? Lots of masters had punished either of them that way, making Peter hit Matt for them, or forcing Matt to eat chocolate cake right in front of Peter when Peter hadn't been allowed to eat for a week.
So they waited.
Finally, Master came out, and said, "Hey, kids--shit, uh, come and sit down? That looks...cold."
Matt and Peter rose and went to go sit down on the chairs obediently, nervously.
Master pulled out something that sounded like paper and pen.
"Now," he said calmly, "I need to know everything you know about Callione's son."
Matt blinked and tilted his head, confused.
Peter started them off. "His cock is about five inches," he said, anxious.
Matt chimed in too, trying to rescue him. "He's not...nice..." he said, trying to explain. "I know we're not supposed to say things like that about free people--"
"It's fine. Keep going."
"Yes, Master," said, grateful. "He was--he liked hurting slaves. A lot. Not for punishment, just for fun."
Peter squirmed a little, remembering, probably, the beer bottle. Or the pear. Or any of the other things.
Matt reached a hand out and then Peter moved to hold it tight. "And he--" Matt swallowed. "He liked guns, and knives, and the way Peter screams when he's really afraid--"
Peter whimpered. Matt shut up.
Master cleared his throat. "Any descriptions of him you can give me? Physical details?"
Peter spoke up, voice quavering, "He had blonde hair, about down to his chin, and dark blue eyes, and he was maybe, um, as tall as Matt is now?"
"Where does he live?"
Matt and Peter both paused. "With Mast--Mister Callione," Matt said.
Then something horrible occurred to him.
Why was Master using the present tense? Wasn't Master Callione's son dead, too, now?
FILL, Pt 12b/?
Matt and Peter made sure to kneel silently on the floor and be silent.
Ever since Master had made that angry noise, they had gotten down and waited.
Matt wanted to go hide in the fort again with Peter, where it was soft and warm and safe, but he knew better. They both did. Trying to hide from angry masters just made them angrier, and made the punishments worse.
And even though Master had said he wouldn't hit them, that didn't mean it would always be the truth, or that he wouldn't hurt them in a different way. What if he ordered Matt to not talk to Peter, or didn't let them eat? Lots of masters had punished either of them that way, making Peter hit Matt for them, or forcing Matt to eat chocolate cake right in front of Peter when Peter hadn't been allowed to eat for a week.
So they waited.
Finally, Master came out, and said, "Hey, kids--shit, uh, come and sit down? That looks...cold."
Matt and Peter rose and went to go sit down on the chairs obediently, nervously.
Master pulled out something that sounded like paper and pen.
"Now," he said calmly, "I need to know everything you know about Callione's son."
Matt blinked and tilted his head, confused.
Peter started them off. "His cock is about five inches," he said, anxious.
Matt chimed in too, trying to rescue him. "He's not...nice..." he said, trying to explain. "I know we're not supposed to say things like that about free people--"
"It's fine. Keep going."
"Yes, Master," said, grateful. "He was--he liked hurting slaves. A lot. Not for punishment, just for fun."
Peter squirmed a little, remembering, probably, the beer bottle. Or the pear. Or any of the other things.
Matt reached a hand out and then Peter moved to hold it tight. "And he--" Matt swallowed. "He liked guns, and knives, and the way Peter screams when he's really afraid--"
Peter whimpered. Matt shut up.
Master cleared his throat. "Any descriptions of him you can give me? Physical details?"
Peter spoke up, voice quavering, "He had blonde hair, about down to his chin, and dark blue eyes, and he was maybe, um, as tall as Matt is now?"
"Where does he live?"
Matt and Peter both paused. "With Mast--Mister Callione," Matt said.
Then something horrible occurred to him.
Why was Master using the present tense? Wasn't Master Callione's son dead, too, now?