Toris jerked in place as he felt the cold, familiar hands of his captor softly, roughly landed on his right shoulder. He winced, as the wounds from his last punishment hadn't healed quite yet.
"Good evening, Toris. How are your chores coming along?" Ivan giggled in his high-pitched, innocent tone that Toris, somehow, found sickeningly irresistable.
"They're coming along f-fine, I guess." Toris slightly shrugged Ivan's black gloves off of his shoulder, the pain becoming noticeably irritating.
"Oh? Is something wrong, my little koschka?" Ivan looked down, grimacing in concern at Toris.
Toris sighed, thinking of his former life with Feliks, working on the farms, listening to his pony-loving partner drabble on about how the sweat would smear his makeup, or stain his blouse.
"Come, let's go have some fun with your brothers." Ivan tugged Toris along by the wrist into the elegantly furnished main room of the house.
There, in the center of the room, at a rather large, antique, hand carved oak table, sat Raivis and Eduard, his Baltic brothers. Toris flashed a weak smile at them and sat down next to Ivan at the table, the only available spot left, despite the vast area of it. A bittersweetly menacing grin was plastered on Ivan's pale profile as he viewed all his captives, his treasures. Enthusiastically, he removed a whip from his khaki colored trenchcoat.
Immediately, a natural response, Raivis began trembling more than usual, with tears beginning to slide down his cheeks, Eduard began sliding toward the library, his sanctuary, Toris' eyes glazed over with a recollection of how that whip was used the last time it was wielded by the sick, sadistic man. Ivan frowned at his little treasure's negative reaction.
"What's wrong?" Ivan cocked his head slightly to the side, his silvery blonde hair gently sliding in reaction to the movement. He didn't like it when something was concerning his prized the whip aside, he calmly walked over to Toris and hugged him from behind, around his shoulders, nuzzling his face into Toris' soft, silky brown hair.
"N-nothing, Ivan." His voice was shaky and hoarse, a sign of something being very wrong.
"Let's play a different game, then, shall we?" Ivan smiled innocently.
Yawning, Toris raised his arms in a stretch,"I'm a b-bit tired, s-sir...If you don't mind, I'm going to retire to the bedroom." His voice was quavering with uncertainty.
Nodding in understanding concern for the man, Ivan smiled,"Go ahead! I'll play with your brothers!" Ivan pulled out a board game for them to play while Toris headed off to bed.
Haha, first chapter. It's actually a cliffhanger. You'll see. R&R please~
(Toris' gonna sneak out to Feliks' house!)