Eric went down there again, noticing that Max was still alive, "Ya know, I was thinking of cutting you down tonight but then I changed my mind."

Max's protests were nothing but muffled whimpers, which Eric enjoyed, "What, I didn't get that? 'Burn me more, Master?' Okay. That sounds like fun." Max shook his head rapidly and muffled in vain. Eric laughed, he was only teasing his living toy, "Oh chill out. I was playing. I figured you needed to use the bathroom anyway." Eric took out a knife and cut the ropes that kept him bound and to the ceiling, allowing Max's bloody, dirty, and burn patched body fall onto the mattress below. He looked down at him and shook his head, "Maybe a bath too. Since Oceane isn't doing anything useful, I'll have her bathe you. I'm a bit pissed at her anyway and can't think of a more spiteful punishment than bathing someone she hates with all her heart."

Eric pulled on Max's collar and had him walk to the bathroom to relief himself. After that, he lead him back to the mattress and attached a leash that was attached to a post to Max's collar. He then went up stairs to find Oceane. Matter of factly searching for her, Eric didn't find her. Kyle eyed him the whole time, following him since Eric came upstairs, "The hell are you doing?"

"Looking for Oceane. Why are you awake?"

"She went out. I over heard her as she loudly got ready"

"Out where?!"

"Didn't say. Just said, 'You all can kiss my ass, I'm out of here. Be back later.' So... I guess she'll be back later."

"Just how long ago was that?"

"Uh... maybe 10-15 minutes ago, why?"

Eric rubbed his forehead, "Damn intunitist. She somehow over heard. Well alright. Kyle, go down to the basement and prepare a bath. Since Oceane isn't going to do it and I don't feel like it, I need you to bathe Max."

"Why can't Max bathe himself?"

"Because Jew, I told you to do it! My gawd!"

"Alright. Alright. I'll do it."

After drawing the bath and unhooking the leash, Kyle lead Max to the bathroom and hooked the leash to a spot by the tub. He removed the blind fold to show Max it was him and took off the gag.

"I did't think I'd be seeing you." Max breathed.

Kyle exhaled softly, "I'm only doing this because Cartman asked me to. Shut up and get in the bath."

Kyle looked at the selection of soaps and loofahs. Off to the side was a plastic bottle that was labed 'Good Enough For Slave Thieving Slaves'. He popped the top and sniffed, it was cheap dish soap. He guessed that was good enough than body soap after what happened. He saw a loofah behind it and figured that was meant for Max as well. He put the loofah into the water and softly moistened Max's skin. Then he poured some soap onto the mesh and started scrubbing. Under all the dirt were the extent of his injuries. Not a word was said between them, just breathing and some painful grasps.

"What did Eric do to you?" Kyle finally asked, scrubbing carefully around the wounds.

Max was hesitant to speak, "You sure you want to know, Kyle?"

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

Max looked down at the water that was becoming murky. Kyle flicked the lever to let the water out so he could refill it with clean water. While the water was draining, Max was silent. As soon as the water was gone, Kyle flicked the lever down and turned on the water. Max massaged his wrists, "The electric wand he burned you with is nothing compared to what he did to me. Your wounds are gone aren't they? He made sure to comfort you once he was done."

"What did he do to you?!" Kyle demanded.

"First was the rod and cock ring that he used on you. Then the wand. Once I could no longer cry out from the pain, he stopped and he would laugh and laugh and laugh. After that, he'd have me light cigarettes, as he has no desire to do it himself, and would burn me with them over and over. He'd force me to keep them light until it went to the filter. He'd cut me; sometimes shallow enough to where it would just sting. Once in a while he'd beat me, if not with his fists than with whips, paddles, what ever he could get his hands on. He rarely fucked me... maybe twice, without lubrication, saying that's what we did to his Jew so I should feel what I and Dennis did to him. However, he didn't like how it felt so he'd use other things instead."

"Geez..." Kyle whispered, still carefully scrubbing.

"I'm sorry, Kyle."

"Not for what you did to me, but for getting caught! You should know damn well that Eric would figure out any possible way to get me back and what would happen to you! Even then, all that you did to me... Eric is being merciful."

"I know and that is what scares me the most about him."

Kyle had to hold himself back from shedding any sort of tears when he examined Max's body better as he rinsed the soap off. Eric may be merciful but the damage to Max's flesh and possibly bones were not. Kyle couldn't count how many different burns he saw, how many cuts, and how many bruises. Then Kyle noticed that while the damage was done to just about everywhere on Max's body, Eric was careful around curtain areas like the throat and groin. Kyle couldn't really believe it, Eric wasn't just being merciful - he was being kind; but why? He knew that Eric wouldn't go for the throat, too easy to fuck up and kill, however the groin area would have been the first place he'd attack but nothing except the little indents from the cock ring's little finger thingies.

"Did you two talk at all while you two were down here?" Kyle suddenly asked after a long silence.

"No. Not if you count him forcing me to beg for my life over and over again plus other scripted stuff he wanted me to say."

"Scripted stuff? Cartman's sick, but never has he-"

"Maybe not to you, Kyle, but to me and Oceane, maybe some of the clients, yeah, we have certain scripted words we are forced to say."

"Like what?"

Max's gray eyes were weak, he closed them tightly, "I don't know what the other's say but mine are, 'Please Master, I deserve what you do to me', 'Forgive me, oh all forgiving Lord', and 'All my love, body, and soul are your's.'"

Kyle couldn't believe it. Eric had never give him scripted words before and not once did Oceane lead on or any of the clients that Kyle had personally talked to. To the degrees to what Max said, Eric had totally lost his mind when Max took him that second time. It took him a bit to realize why Eric was being gentle despite his tortures, Max is his forced follower to his god complex; he truly believes he has the absolute power over people and if they bend to his will, they do get rewarded. How was he not aware of this and how come no one told him; perhaps fear? Max looked at Kyle weakly, "Don't think too much about it, Kyle. I don't need Oceane's abilities to see what you're thinking. I think the only reason he doesn't do any of that to you is because he actually does love you. Why else would he spare you, even when you thought you felt the truth pain of his wrath when he found out your secret?"

That left a lot for Kyle to think about. He drained the water again and helped Max into a towel. He walked him to the mattress and pulled him down. He clipped the leash to post and put a sheet over him, "I'm not mad about what you and Dennis did to me. I should be, but I was able to forgive, though I think you don't deserve it; I'm doing it for myself so I can stomach being around you. Sleep well, Max."

Oh my goodness, did Icyclear actually spell out 'God'? Yup. Next chapter I promise, Kyle does confront Eric about what Max told him. I always thought Eric had a sort of superiority complex, but maybe not to that extreme... maybe. In a serial killers book I have, it mentions that scripting is a sexual sadist's way of gaining gratification - so I throw it in as a twist.