"Your eyes tell me that you are starting to understand."
I start crying again.
Because he's right.
I really am starting to understand, but...
"I'm scared." The words just come tumbling out, and my fears only grow when I hear myself say them. "I'm really scared."
"I know." His voice is gently...uncompromising. "But if you trust me on this..."
My tears spill even faster at what he's asking. Should I?
"And you truly believe that I am what you say I am..."
A dream and a nightmare, I think dizzily, but is he, really?
"Then the end will be worth it."
Will it...truly?
Just thinking about what he's asking me to do suffocates me, but when I let myself think about that end—-
That end which he says would be worth it—-
That's when I feel the broken parts inside of me start piecing themselves together, and I sigh.
Just a small, soft sigh, but it is enough for Raaf, and my heart trips when I hear his own ragged sigh.
He asked me to trust him, and he now knows that my answer is 'yes'.
I do trust him, and it's because I trust him that I still stay still even when Raaf finishes unlocking the cuffs around my wrists.
It's because I trust him that I strive not to let the fast and furious pounding of my heart get to me when I hear him order the boy to take his dick out of his jeans.
Mickey begins to weep, but then Raaf tells him to shut up in his bogeyman voice, and I almost feel pity for the boy as he visibly struggles to contain his childish tears.
"Shall I tell you a story, my dove?"
I find myself nodding even as alarm bells start ringing inside my head.
"Mickey here is a very smart boy. So fucking smart, in fact, that he decided to make a name for himself by stealing from my company." Raaf's voice turns silky. "But now he knows differently. Don't you, boy?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"I usually kill idiots like you—-"
Mickey's shoulders start to shake.
"But because you're young and new, and I've been told you take good care of your mother..." There's a pause, and then Raaf asks politely, "How are your ribs doing?"
Raaf obviously had the boy beaten up for trying to steal from him, and while I've always known he can be brutal, it's an entirely different thing to meet someone he's been brutal to, and the whole thing makes me uncomfortable...in more ways than one.
"Does it still hurt to move?"
Mickey is quiet.
"Do not even think of lying to me."
The boy starts to hyperventilate. "Y-Yes, sir. It s-still hurts—-"
"Good."
Raaf is purring, and that is bad news, for both Mickey and me.
"Because tonight my dove here will make it hurt even more."
And upon hearing Raaf's words, I want to start hyperventilating myself.
Shit.
I lean forward without thinking, my heart beating so hard I'm once again unable to hear my thoughts. I didn't actually let myself look at Mickey's member that much because it doesn't feel right, but now I have no choice.
I'm not just looking at it.
I'm touching it, too.
Actually wrapping my fingers around something that is not Raaf's, and the moment I do, it's when I realize—-