Last Time

"You've got about a minute to undress." he said, smile and menace all to evident in the grating heat that whipped across his captive's skin.

Aladdin didn't know whether to get sick, fight or flee, feet loosing feeling as they kicked for the ground. But of course, he knew what he would do, and his hand reached, defeated, for the hem of his own loose shirt. He was dropped immediately, and though his aggressor stepped back, he was basically left to his slow task of undressing with a measure of pointed lack of speed or purpose.

First, as he loosed his shirt and lifted it shyly over his head, he looked up warily into Rasoul's eyes. He found no appreciation there, no warmth, no passion (though why tonight should be different heaven knows why), just a grim satisfaction, a dark assurance that Aladdin deserved everything that was coming. Aladdin quickly dropped his gaze to the floor, once again fighting the urge to run, the twitching in his muscles making it difficult to undo his belt. He was afraid, he would admit that, but he was afraid every night, and yet every following night, he returned. So what did it matter?

His teeth worried his lip as he hesitated on his last wrapping round his waist that kept his way too baggy pants on him. He heard a snort of amusement, and with defiant heat in his eyes, ripped the cloth away. His pants pooled at his ankles, and with it, so did any shred of confidence he had left. He tried to cover himself in a defeated show of shame, but Rasoul was there, grabbing his wrists in a punishing grip, one that was sure to leave bruises, overwhelming Aladdin with his height and girth.

Aladdin twisted miserably, desperately as he felt the force of Rasoul's eyes on him, turning into himself, wishing he could just crawl into himself and hide away from everything his life had become. But the more he struggled, the more it hurt and it was clear he was doing more harm than good. He pushed at Rasoul's front to try to disrupt his damn cocky stare; one that he knew would have this effect. He pushed with his knees, his elbows, anything.

"Stop it! Just leave me alone, Dammit Rasoul!"

Rasoul's bearded twisted expression broke out into a full out grin, mirthless. He shook Aladdin hard, only increasing the younger man's struggles; ignoring the slight pain the former hero of Agrabah's sharp angles caused his unprotected stomach.

"That's it streetrat, fight me."

Aladdin's voice cracked, and his fingers worked spasmodically, testing rapidly loosing circulation. He felt hot, angry tears prick the corners of his eyes awkwardly.

"Get off me. I didn't, it wasn't my fault! You have no right!"

That's when Rasoul's smile disappeared, and he slung Aladdin into the nearest wall, watching intently as his face twisted in pain, eyes shut as his head thudded into the wall and he slid down it, holding his wrists dejectedly, hissing through his teeth in pain. But Rasoul was on him once more, lashing out with his heavy foot into Aladdin's rib cage, then bearing down on him like the most feral of bears, voice a full throated roar of righteous indignancy.

" You want me to get off you? Well tough shit, gutter trash. Your wishes mean nothing to me, you hear me? I should have started this a long time ago, to put you in your Allah damn place. They gave you a break, gave you an inch, and what did you do?"

He shouted, demanding answer. His rage doubled when Aladdin avoided his eyes, saying nothing.

"And What Did You Do?" he shouted once again.

Only then did Aladdin respond, only then did he leap to his feet. He screamed back, throat raw sounding, almost as if he had been crying many times before. His boldness was hot, and his counter guilt laden, so to the careful listener, it sounded almost like he was screaming at himself.

"Nothing, Ok? Absolutely nothing! I didn't do one damn thing, you happy?"

His verbal stand was cut off as Rasoul's hand went about his throat.

"Not until you bleed for it."