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[FILL] Burned you right out, 1/?

(Anonymous) 2015-04-26 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
The man from his office, from Union Allied, has his foot on Matt’s neck. He can smell the shoe polish he uses, the faint smell of clove cigarettes, and most importantly, the blood that hits the floor in a slow drip. Matts coughs, and his fingers scrape against the asphalt.
“It’s a good alibi, those pretty blind eye of yours.” He’d lost his mask sometime in the original struggle, before the man had bent Matt’s elbow back till it cracked, and he’d screamed, a raw noise he hadn’t known he was able to make. “No one would believe a blind man could move like you do.” Matt coughs, his good hand reaching up to push away the man’s foot away. He needs air, or he’ll pass out, he’s sure of it. “Hell, I’m not even sure I believe it. Maybe I should test out how good your senses really are.”
And then he can breathe again, but there’s no time to move no time to think, because the man is hauling him up against the hood of the car and slamming him down, so hard that Matt’s head rings. “Stay there, boy.” Then the man orders one of his goons to get him the cigarette lighter, and Matt panics, struggling against the firm grip on his shoulders as the man holds him down, knee between his thighs. The man sighs, as if Matt’s a disobedient dog. “I told you to stay, Murdock.” He presses the lighter into Matt’s neck, and all he can hear is the low whimper that leaves his throat, stretching out to fill his horizon. The man lights a cigarette off the lighter, handing it back before striking Matt across the face. He hits him again and again, light enough only to hurt, not to break anything. In the part of his mind that can still think clearly, Matt is reminded of a cat playing with a mouse, and he wonders when the man will tire of playing and just dump him in the river. Finally, almost blessedly, the man slams his head against the car, and Matt’s almost relieved to hear everything fading away except the ringing in his ears.

When he wakes up, he’s on silk sheets, and for a comforting second he thinks he’s back in his apartment. Until a body on the side of the bed moves forwards, and Matt tenses. His body and senses still feel numb, like he’s coated in cotton balls, and he groans, low in his throat. Everything hurts, and he curls in on himself.
“Oh sweetheart, Wesley really did a number on you, didn’t he?” Vanessa, the woman from the gallery. “He’s never been kind to his toys.” She’s handing him a glass of water, a painkiller. Matt greedily takes them, swallowing the pill down and chugging the water. A few drops escape his lips and run down his throat, and he dimly recognizes that Vanessa must have stripped him down to his boxers. “ I’m not a toy.” He says dully, his throat is still aching, and he rests the empty water glass in between his palms.
“But you’re so interesting, darling.” She says, reaching out to cup his cheek. Her fingernails are sharp, like high heels. Vanessa’s touch is soft, delicate, and it makes the slap that follows it that much more distressing, those sharp nails cutting open his lip. She stands, straightens the hem of her dress. “Don’t get blood on my sheets.” And then he’s alone, still holding the empty water glass.

Re: [FILL] Burned you right out, 1/?

(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
hnnng...