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Daredevil Prompt Post #11
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Re: Fill - No Choice At All [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-28 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)He’d barely spoken to Parrish Landman when he’d worked at L & Z. A brief meeting where Landman had welcomed the new interns. A meeting or two that Foggy had sat in on. Mostly, Foggy had reported to Bonnie.
Staring at the crumpled post-it, Foggy suddenly realized how Wesley had found out about his and Bonnie’s investigation. He wondered if Wesley was offering him as a reward to Landman.
In the car, he wondered what he would say to Landman. If he’d have to say anything. Weird, how he was more worried about that.
It turned out that he didn’t need to say much. Landman told his assistant he was not to be disturbed, then led Foggy to the leather-covered couches that were out of view of his office’s glass door. Foggy said, “Mr Wesley wanted me to give this to you,” and handed over the file. Landman gestured for him to sit, and sat opposite him, leafing through the file. For several excruciating minutes, Foggy sat silently, watching Landman read the file. Then Landman closed it and tossed it on the couch next to him.
“Very comprehensive. Let Wesley know I appreciate his attention to detail,” Landman said.
“Yes. Sir,” Foggy said. He wasn’t sure if that was his cue, but Landman still had his legs crossed, one arm draped over his lap.
“I remember you,” Landman said. “I remember Martin saying you looked the type.”
Martin was Martin Zack, Landman’s partner.
“What type?” Foggy said.
“Ambitious. Willing to do anything to get ahead. I thought he was wrong, but Martin does have a way of reading people. And here you are.”
He did uncross his legs then, and tapped a finger on his knee. Foggy stepped around the coffee table between them and knelt in front of his old boss, the man who was responsible for Bonnie’s death and his own degradation. He shut out those thoughts; they wouldn’t do him any good, not now, not with Landman pulling out his cock in front of him. He opened his mouth and swallowed Landman down, speeding up obediently when Landman grunted, “Faster.” Landman seemed to want it quick and efficient, and Foggy obliged. Landman never touched him, but regarded him coolly as Foggy sat back, swallowing.
“Should have had you do that before,” Landman said, and Foggy’s heart sank for the person he had been, before.
“Mr Wesley would like to offer you a regular arrangement,” he managed to say.
There was a pause as Landman’s eyes narrowed.
“Yes, that would be appreciated. Tell him I’ll have my assistant set it up.” He picked up the file, and re-opened it. “You can go.”
Foggy rinsed out his mouth in the bathroom two floors down, before getting back in the elevator. His stomach hurt, as if rebelling against what he’d swallowed. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, and tried to steady himself as he heard the door open.
“Foggy-bear?!”
His eyes snapped open to see Marci stepping in, smiling broadly.
“Marci -“ he stammered, standing up straight. “What are you doing here?”
“I should ask you that, I work here.”
“What, for L & Z?”
“Yeah. Got the job when you left for your bright corporate future.” She nudged him with her elbow. “How is the fancy new job?” He stared at her, couldn’t put anything into words, not even a lie, and Marci’s face softened. “Oh.” She looked him up and down, taking everything in. “Is that why you’re here? You want to come back?”
He shook his head vehemently. “No. No, I don’t want to come back. I was - dropping off a file to Landman.”
Marci nodded, and the elevator doors opened on the lobby. Foggy muttered, “Good to see you,” before heading to the revolving door.
“You want to get a drink?” Marci called after him. He stopped, and turned to her as she walked toward him. “You look like you could use one.”
“I…” Yes, he very much could use one. “Yeah, that sounds great.”
“Tonight. We’ll go to Luke’s, you always like that place. Around eight?”
“That sounds great,” he repeated. Marci reached out and squeezed his arm.
“See you then,” she said, before turning away and heading to the reception desk.
He spent the afternoon trying to think of plausible euphemisms that he could use to tell Marci just how bad things were. “They’re just using me,” worked. So did “I’m just a piece of meat to them.” “Corporate drone” was a good substitute for “whore.”
When he told Marci, over his beer while she sipped a martini, she was sympathetic, and sharp. She asked questions that skirted too close to the truth, and stared at him in that way that he knew meant she knew he was hiding something.
“Are they asking you to do anything unethical?” she said. “You can report them to the Bar Association for that.”
“Does pimping me out count as unethical?” is not what Foggy says. Instead he says, “No, the cases themselves are fine.”
Two beers later, he tells Marci to be careful around Landman. “It’s nothing specific I can tell you, but there’s stuff in his relationship with Confed Global that…”
“You think it’s something shady?”
“I don’t know,” he lied. “But there’s some info that we have that I think came from him. Info we shouldn’t have. Oh, and Bonnie said he creeped her out.”
“She’s the one who died?”
“Yeah.”
Marci nodded, looking thoughtful.
After the next round, they decided to call it a night. They stood on the corner, debating whether to walk or find a cab, and Foggy noticed that Marci had slipped her hand into his. They decided to walk, and Foggy noticed they were heading towards his apartment, closer than Marci’s. She didn’t try to leave, and Foggy felt more relaxed than he had in months, being next to someone he knew he could trust.
He kissed her on the stoop of his building, and she came up with him. She tossed her coat over his coatrack and kicked off her shoes, and he led her into the bedroom. She straddled his lap, her pencil skirt riding up, and kissed his neck and his ear the way she knew he liked.
He used to like. Now, all he could think of was Matt’s hot breath on his neck, and all the conflicting feelings that went with that memory.
“What’s wrong, Foggy-bear?” she said, sitting back, her brows furrowed.
“Nothing, just…it’s been a weird couple of months.”
He kissed her before she could answer, and he rolled her onto her back, unbuttoning her blouse, burying his face in her cleavage. He pulled down one of the cups of her bra, and started to tease her nipple. She moaned quietly.
And then the door was kicked in.
Foggy’s apartment was tiny, and the bedroom door was still open, so he only had to look up to see the black-clad figure charging through his living room, straight at him. He struggled to his feet just as the man in black stormed into the bedroom, and was knocked aside into the wall. He heard Marci scream as the man grabbed her and dragged her off the bed.
“Marci!” Foggy shouted, but the man had thrown her into the living room.
“Get out!” the man shouted at her. “Now!”
Marci stumbled to her feet, but she didn’t run, she actually launched herself at the man in black, who grabbed her and dragged her across the living room to the open door. Foggy could hear him talking in low tones, then saw him snatch her coat off the coat rack and her purse and shoes off the floor, shove them into her arms, and push her out the door.
Foggy stood in the bedroom, and watched the man in black turn back to him. There was a black cloth tied around the top of his face, but Foggy had spent enough time at Confed Global to know that mouth and scruffy jaw.
“Matt?!”
Matt didn’t even acknowledge Foggy’s incredulity, just strode over and grabbed Foggy around the upper arm. Hard.
“C’mon, Wesley’s waiting,” he growled.
“What the hell is going on?” Foggy tried to free his arm from Matt’s grasp, but Matt just gripped him harder.
“You’re in deep shit, OK?” Matt said, dragging Foggy out the door and down the hall. “Were you really this stupid?”
“About what? I didn’t do anything!”
Matt shoved him against the wall, nose to nose with him.
“Don’t be a fucking idiot,” he growled, then dragged Foggy down the stairs.
One of Fisk’s SUVs was waiting for them on the curb. Matt shoved Foggy into the back seat, then climbed in after him. Wesley was already sitting in the far seat, so Foggy was caught between the two of them. Once the door was closed, Matt took off the mask. The car started moving.
“Where’s the girl?” Wesley demanded, and Foggy realized he was talking to Matt.
“Gone,” Matt said. “She works for Landman. Do you want to explain to him why she got roughed up?”
Foggy’s heart was pounding. “What are you going to do -“
Wesley sighed. “Nothing. Apparently.” He glared at Matt, and Foggy realized that the two men were only barely keeping civil. “But you, Mr Nelson…Was I perhaps unclear when I said that we own you?”
Later, Foggy would blame the beer for what he said. “No, you made that perfectly clear when you made me suck any cock you put in front of me.”
He felt Matt’s hand slip around his arm, and squeeze a warning.
“Apparently not perfectly clear,” Wesley said. “Allow me to be…crude for the sake of clarity. You belong to us. You fuck who we tell you to, when we tell you to.” He pulled his phone out of his jacket, and swiped at the screen. He held it out, and Foggy saw a picture of himself on his knees, a cock in his mouth. Wesley swiped again, and a new picture appeared, of Foggy on all fours on the hotel room bed, Van Lunt fucking him from behind. “Since Matthew has deemed it necessary to allow your friend to leave, perhaps you’d like us to send her these pictures? We have quite the collection of you with Van Lunt.”
Matt squeezed Foggy’s arm hard. Foggy kept silent.
“She doesn’t know anything,” Matt growled. “No use getting her involved.”
“You’re sure about that?” Wesley snapped.
“Yes.”
Wesley gave them both an icy stare, then put his phone away.
“Mr Nelson,” he started, “consider this a warning. The next time you think you can fuck someone without our approval, we will know. We’ll show them those pictures, and then we’ll make you watch as we…recreate them. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” Foggy gritted out.
“And if you so much as speak with Ms Stahl again, we will kill her. I’m sure Mr Landman will complain about the inconvenience, but we’ll be sure that you provide him with some compensation for his trouble.”
Matt gave his arm another squeeze, and Foggy stayed quiet. The car drove for a minute more, then stopped.
“Good night, Mr Nelson,” Wesley said as Matt climbed out. Foggy didn’t acknowledge Wesley as he stepped out in front of his own building. He glanced at Matt, who looked furious as he jumped back in the car and slammed the door.
Upstairs, Foggy’s apartment door was broken, hanging off one hinge. The lock had torn out of the door, and the frame had splintered from the impact of Matt’s boot. He’d have to get the whole thing replaced. He half-heartedly pushed the door into the frame, propped up at an angle. Then, for want of anything better to do, he took a shower.
Under the water, he turned over the events of the evening in his head. He should feel humiliated, afraid, even. Instead, he just felt a dark, blinding rage that Wesley was controlling every facet of his life, that Wesley was threatening innocent people just to keep him in line. And a tiny bubble of hope, because he knew Matt was just as furious as he was.
Re: Fill - No Choice At All [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-29 02:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - No Choice At All [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-30 01:27 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - No Choice At All [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-30 01:38 am (UTC)(link)I like what you are doing cause it's so wrong it's right
Re: Fill - No Choice At All [4/?]
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