Chapter thirteen
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Are we at chapter thirteen already? I can't believe it!
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Dick wanted to die. He didn't want to live anymore, especially if this was going to be his life.
If Bruce even manages to find me, save me... Dick questioned. Do I even want to be saved? If Bruce saves me, who's going to stop me from trying to kill myself?
The answer was clear as day; nobody. Because Dick was exactly what Tim had called him. A slut.
And who would care if a slut died?
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The rest of the bath was silent and Dick found himself allowing Mangrove to dry him off without complaint.
"Have you broken already?" Mangrove asked quietly as he pulled a new pair of boxers up Dick's legs. He sighed, standing and cupping Dick's cheek with one hand, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin before placing a soft, gentle kiss on the boy's lips.
At least, that's how it started.
Before either of them knew what was happening, Dick was lying on his bed on his back, lips captured by Mangrove as the man forced Dick into a heated makeout session.
When Mangrove felt himself getting hard and felt his hand gilding towards Dick's pants, he forced himself to stop.
"Sorry Dickie," he panted, pulling back and gazing at the boy whose eyes held almost no life. Sighing, Mangrove kissed Dick gently before pulling the boy up. "I'm going to take a quick shower, then I'll be out, okay?"
Dick didn't say anything, only moving to curl up in the corner of the bed. Mangrove sighed but turned and made to take a quick shower. If he was going to be sleeping in the same bed as Dick, it wouldn't help to be aroused.
That would only end with their pants on the floor.
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"Bruce?" Jason said quietly, knocking on the door before walking into the man's bedroom. "I...um…"
"Yes, Jason, what is it?" Bruce said tiredly. There were dark bags under his eyes and Jason wondered when Bruce had last gotten a good night's sleep.
Probably before Dick was taken. He mused before shaking himself out of his thoughts.
"I saw the video," Jason whispered, not meeting Bruce's eyes. "I hacked your computer."
"Who taught you to hack?" Bruce asked, frowning. Jason raised an eyebrow though he figured Bruce was trying to forget the video and that's why he'd asked.
"Golden boy," Jason answered, smirking slightly. "Said if I really wanted to rebel against you, I should hack into the batcomputer and change the desktop picture. He taught me."
"If Dick were to ever join the League of Assassins, the world would be screwed."
Jason smiled but decided not to tell Bruce that Dick had actually be considering working with them. He also decided not to tell Bruce that Dick had also worked with them once or twice.
"Bruce, he wasn't breaking. He was shutting down, yes, but he wasn't breaking. It was a coping mechanism. He was doing it to withdraw from the situation as much as possible. He did it to save himself."
Bruce sighed and the two remained locked in an unblinking moment until Bruce sighed again.
"When Mangrove called earlier-"
Was it really just earlier today? Bruce wondered. What the hell has he put Dick through in less than twenty-four hours.
"Bruce?" Jason prompted when the man said nothing more. "What did he say?"
"He said Dick was going to pass out from starvation," Bruce whispered, not meeting Jason's gaze. "He was starving him, Jay."
Jason froze for a moment or two. It was strange hearing Bruce use the nickname Dick had come up with. Still, Jason brushed it off and clenched his hands into fists.
"Bruce," he said firmly. "I promise you, we will find him. We just have to start thinking outside the box. What if...I know you won't like this idea, but what if we went someone undercover? Someone Mangrove doesn't know about?"
"It can't be Tim or yourself," Bruce said instantly. "It can't be me-"
Jason smirked and something in the look told Bruce he didn't want to know what the man had planned.
"Damien!" Jason called as he left the room, leaving a wide eyed Bruce Wayne behind. "Come here! I've got a job for you!"
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Dick looked up from where he sat trembling on the bed in Mangrove's room as the man strode in.
"Ready for bed?" he asked quietly, grabbing Dick's upper arm in a loose grip and pulling the boy off the bed to pull back the blankets. "I want you sleeping closer to the wall."
Dick shuddered, but did as he was told, flinching violently when he felt cold metal encase his left ankle. He remained still as the chain was latched to the bedpost. A moment later, Mangrove pulled both Dick's arms over his head until the boy whimpered in pain. Once he heard the small noise, Mangrove restrained Dick's arms in place before finally getting into bed himself.
"Good night, Dick," he said quietly, placing a kiss on Dick's trembling lips before turning off the light. "Tomorrow, we'll see if you deserve something to eat or not."
Dick lay awake for a long time after that, though he wasn't sure if his body was trembling from fear, cold, hunger, or something else. He was oddly tired and though he wouldn't admit it out loud, it had felt nice to finally be clean even if he wasn't the one cleaning himself.
After three hours of laying there and attempting to ignore the ache in his shoulders, Dick finally felt into a restless sleep, though it was plagued by phantom hands.
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"You two look awful," Tim pointed out when he came down for breakfast the next morning to find Jason and Bruce half asleep in their chairs.
Although, if he was being honest, Tim probably didn't look much better. The only person in Wayne Manor who got the best sleep since Dick's disappearance was Damien.
Not that anyone was really surprised.
"You don't look much better," Jason drawled, though there was no force behind his words. Tim only shrugged, taking a seat next to his foster father. The three of them were silent as they stared at the seat that Dick normally occupied.
"I need coffee," Jason declared. He had made to stand until Alfred placed a cup in front of him.
"Black, as you like it," the butler said, giving a weak smile before vanishing again. Jason mumbled his thanks and sipped on the burning drink as the room remained quiet, everyone locked in their thoughts.
"You know Damien is the only one Mangrove doesn't know about," Jason said, referring to his and Bruce's conversation the night before. "He's the best option."
"Jason, we don't even know where Dick or Mangrove is," Bruce said, rubbing his temples. "Yes, if we knew, we could send Damien in, but we don't know-"
"I have contacts in the Underworld," Jason declared. "They have a pretty high and dangerous price but I'm willing to pay it if they know where Dick is."
"Do you really think-"
"There are a lot of pimps and sexually driven people in the Underworld," Jason declared. "And I've heard the name Mangrove thrown around quite a lot. He's big and hated. Trust me, someone will know."
Bruce sighed. "What are their prices?"
Jason shrugged. "How should I know? It differs depending on who or what you want to find. I've never tried to find a Sex Slave owner before. It should take me a week to get the information I want, maybe less if I bring my guns."
"You'll tell us right away, right?" Tim asked, eyes wide. "If you know where Dick is?"
"Replacement-"
"Tim has a point, Jason," Bruce said in a firm but tired sort of way. "Don't go in by yourself, guns blazing. Mangrove knows who you are and I don't know if he'll hesitate to kill Dick if he sees you."
Jason rolled his eyes but he knew Bruce had a point. Draining his coffee in one go and ignoring the fire that raced down his throat, Jason stood.
"Yeah, sure Wayne," Jason drawled, rolling his eyes. "I'll tell you where he is and I won't go in guns blazing."
Guns are too fast. Jason thought to himself as he left the dining room. This is more of a machete operation. This man has to suffer.
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Dick opened his eyes slowly and confusion flickered through his mind for just a few minutes until he remembered everything.
That's right. He thought, closing his eyes and letting out a depressed sigh. I'm a slut now. I forgot. Mm. I was hoping I would die in my sleep.
Sighing quietly, Dick rolled over onto his side and was slightly surprised to find his arms and ankle unbound.
Sitting up and opening his eyes, Dick noted that Mangrove was nowhere to be found and the bedroom door was wide open.
You could escape. The voice - the logical part of Dick's mind - spoke quickly but quietly and weak. It knew there was no point.
It's a trick. Another part of the logical side of Dick's mind said. It's a test.
He's not here. The suicidal voice cut in. This one was stronger and louder and Dick more or less willingly listened to it adamantly. Now is the perfect chance to try and kill yourself.
Dick paled at the thought and was surprised to find himself liking the idea. Before he even had a chance to leave the bed, however, Mangrove strolled in with a stranger behind him.
The man wore a blood red collar over an inhibitor collar and was dressed in black boxers which contradicted Dick's white ones. The man was clearly very strong but when he caught sight of Dick, his eyes seemed to soften.
"Dick," Mangrove said. "This is James. He's your mate."
Dick opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, instead moving against the wall and curling in on himself slightly.
"I see what you mean by him being a submissive," James said, his voice oddly soft and soothing. Dick was slightly surprised when he found himself calmed and slightly relaxed by the sound of it. "His name is Dick?"
"Eighteen years old," Mangrove answered. "Hasn't been - well, I shouldn't say he hasn't been touched by anyone, but-"
"I know what you mean," James cut in, his soft eyes meeting Dick's terrified blue. "When can I take him with me?"
"He'll be joining you and the other slaves sooner than anticipated," Mangrove answered. "He'll be on display for the other slaves all day - I'm sure you remember what that entails - and then starting tomorrow, he'll be yours to play with."
James nodded, giving Dick a reassuring smile when he noted the boy was trembling.
"Come on," Mangrove said, walking over and grabbing Dick's arm, forcing the boy up and after him. "You two are more than welcome to spend one hour together. But you know the rules, James."
"Yes sir, I know," James said, glancing at where Mangrove was holding Dick's arm in a vice like grip. He winced as there would definitely be a few bruises.
"But try and stretch him down there a little, okay?" Mangrove suggested, slightly - more violently than lightly - shoving Dick into a large room with a bed, table and chairs (one had restraints, Dick noted) and a bathroom. "He's extremely tight. You should also strip for him, just so he gets used to seeing you down there."
James nodded, noting to himself that Dick was still on the floor where he'd fallen and had yet to stand. As soon as Mangrove closed and locked - more like bolted - the door shut, James crouched next to Dick and placed a hand on the boy's trembling back.
"Hi," he said quietly, noting how the eighteen year old jumped and stared at him with wide, fearful eyes. "My name is James. What's yours?"
"You know my name," Dick whispered, confusion shining in his bright blue eyes.
"I know," James said, gently taking Dick by the arm and helping him stand. "But I want you to get used to me. To like me. I may be the Dominant between us, but I'm gentle, unlike the others."
Dick nodded and the room was quiet until he spoke softly. "My name is...Dick."
He shuddered. I'm never going to be able to hear Bruce call me that again.
When the name Bruce flickered through his mind, Dick frowned internally, surprised that he was still holding onto the small fraction of hope that he would be saved.
"Do you…" Dick bit his lip, not exactly sure what he was trying to ask.
"You can ask me anything," James said quietly. "This is the only room with no cameras."
Dick nodded and before he knew it, he was falling to the ground, sobbing loudly.
Not even questioning it or being surprised, James knelt next to him and pulled Dick into his chest. The room was silent save for Dick's sobs. Finally, after what seemed like some time, Dick slowly got to his feet before nearly collapsing again from a sudden wave of dizziness.
James quickly helped Dick over to the bed and helped him lay down.
"What did he mean?" Dick asked quietly as James brushed his ebony hair out of his eyes. "By...I'll be on display for the other slaves?"
James sighed, running his fingers through Dick's hair in an attempt to calm the boy ever so slightly.
"You're going to be restrained in the middle of the observation room," James began slowly. "You won't be wearing anything and...the slaves are allowed to touch you all they want. The only one who's allowed to remain next to you the entire time is me. Also...well, Mangrove mentioned that you're tight down there so...he might want to keep a plug in, just to stretch it."
Dick nodded, feeling faint though he wasn't sure if it was from lack of food or the fact that he had just realized what was about to happen to him.
"Mangrove is also going to make you strip for the other slaves," James said quietly, his fingers never stopping their movement. "And he's either going to have me or you put the plug in."
Dick shook his head, moaning when it made the world spin. "I can't. James, please, I can't."
"It's me or you," James said quietly. "It's your choice, really."
"I don't want it," Dick whispered, tears pricking his eyes again. "James, please…"
James sighed and the room was quiet as the two sat in tense silence
I have to get him out of here. James thought to himself. He doesn't belong here. He's too innocent. He's untouched, in a sense. I have to save him because no one else will.
I have to get out of here. Dick thought to himself, eyes fluttering with exhaustion. But then again, maybe I belong here. I'm not innocent anymore. I'm...I've a slut. What's the point in trying to escape?
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I know this was kind of a short chapter but I really enjoyed writing it! I will try to update Chapter fourteen today, but no promises. However, I will definitely start writing it as soon as I upload this (assuming I don't get distracted :P)
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Am I being too cruel on Dick? Mean? Don't worry. He'll get his fight back once he starts eating.
Maybe...hehehehehehehe.
Sorry.
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