It was three in the fucking morning, and Frank would like to deal with his own nightmares, thank you, but apparently he wasn't going to get to do that. He stared at the withering body in front of him.
There was a heavy chain between his collar and the headboard of his slavebed, which came already equipped with the thick metal ring to attach it - and now that Frank thought about it, did he have to use that? - which was clearly hurting him in the trashing. The bruises and abrasions will be quite something. He'll look like a domestic violence victim. He was already bleeding.
But he wasn't waking up.
Frank took a hesitant step. "Red?" Fuck. "Mike?"
No response. Just screaming. Just trashing. The hell was he dreaming about? Not like the kid had memories of war.
Or of losing his entire family in one violent go.
Then again, maybe he did. Frank wasn't told how he lost his eyesight. If he had family.
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His slave was having a panic attack.
It was three in the fucking morning, and Frank would like to deal with his own nightmares, thank you, but apparently he wasn't going to get to do that. He stared at the withering body in front of him.
There was a heavy chain between his collar and the headboard of his slavebed, which came already equipped with the thick metal ring to attach it - and now that Frank thought about it, did he have to use that? - which was clearly hurting him in the trashing. The bruises and abrasions will be quite something. He'll look like a domestic violence victim. He was already bleeding.
But he wasn't waking up.
Frank took a hesitant step. "Red?" Fuck. "Mike?"
No response. Just screaming. Just trashing. The hell was he dreaming about? Not like the kid had memories of war.
Or of losing his entire family in one violent go.
Then again, maybe he did. Frank wasn't told how he lost his eyesight. If he had family.
"Mike?"