Winning Him Over (Ryan, Swan) Blitz
Feb 10, 2016 8:01:12 GMT -5
Post by meerclar on Feb 10, 2016 8:01:12 GMT -5
Rose opened her mouth to answer it, but closed it again, giving Swan a quizzical look. How is it even a question? she thought. It makes us feel powerful, and that is everything.
“That,” Swan conceded, “Is the big question, isn’t it? And totally irrelevant to you. WHY isn’t your concern. HOW isn’t your concern. As far as YOU are concerned, it’s as much a fact of life as breathing.”
Ryan dared a glance at Swan’s face, trying to seem humble and obedient. “I will try an’ make you happy, sir. You an’ Rose, and my father too, when I see him. You don’t gotta hurt me no more. I promise.”
“You haven’t been paying attention.” Swan shook his head, “Are you lying to me, Doll? Or do you really want to make me happy?”
Ryan licked his lips nervously, “I really wanna make you happy, but I really hope you can feel happy some other way’n me scream in pain, sir?”
Swan tutted in mock disappointment, “I suppose you can hope whatever you like,” He leaned on closer, making Ryan flinch backwards as far as his arm allowed him. “I’m going to dislocate another finger. The sound you make sends shivers down my spine. What do you say?”
There seemed to Ryan to be no right answer to that. Either he said no, in which case Swan would hurt him. Or yes, in which case he was giving his consent for Swan to hurt him. The latter seemed worse somehow, but maybe it would make the punishment less severe. He decided that begging was his only real choice and he started to whimper in terror, pleading with this tormentor as best he could. “Please, no, no more. I beg you Mister Swan. PLEASE, no.”
“I guess you lied and you don’t want to make me happy.”
“I do, I do, I do,” Ryan said quickly, “I just, it really hurts. Please don’t?” He swallowed, trying desperately to think of some way out of this, but there didn’t seem to be any.
“That,” Swan conceded, “Is the big question, isn’t it? And totally irrelevant to you. WHY isn’t your concern. HOW isn’t your concern. As far as YOU are concerned, it’s as much a fact of life as breathing.”
Ryan dared a glance at Swan’s face, trying to seem humble and obedient. “I will try an’ make you happy, sir. You an’ Rose, and my father too, when I see him. You don’t gotta hurt me no more. I promise.”
“You haven’t been paying attention.” Swan shook his head, “Are you lying to me, Doll? Or do you really want to make me happy?”
Ryan licked his lips nervously, “I really wanna make you happy, but I really hope you can feel happy some other way’n me scream in pain, sir?”
Swan tutted in mock disappointment, “I suppose you can hope whatever you like,” He leaned on closer, making Ryan flinch backwards as far as his arm allowed him. “I’m going to dislocate another finger. The sound you make sends shivers down my spine. What do you say?”
There seemed to Ryan to be no right answer to that. Either he said no, in which case Swan would hurt him. Or yes, in which case he was giving his consent for Swan to hurt him. The latter seemed worse somehow, but maybe it would make the punishment less severe. He decided that begging was his only real choice and he started to whimper in terror, pleading with this tormentor as best he could. “Please, no, no more. I beg you Mister Swan. PLEASE, no.”
“I guess you lied and you don’t want to make me happy.”
“I do, I do, I do,” Ryan said quickly, “I just, it really hurts. Please don’t?” He swallowed, trying desperately to think of some way out of this, but there didn’t seem to be any.
