He sits on the floor of the living room. Resuming his thoughtless stare at the stars.
I am not an open person. I don't want to share. From the moment began being His apprentice it was horrible. When I took off my uniform he made me stand there for hours as he examined me. What was going through his mind I will never know. And do not really want to.
"The rules are simple Robin," he said into my ear as I was putting on his uniform ."You do whatever I say and if I hear you breathe a hint of rebellion...they all die."
From then on I had just a little more than the usual hate for him. Until...
My hand was pulled behind my back and I was forced onto the floor. My left cheek pressed hard against the cold floor. I was in a compromising position and something covered my eyes. They say when you sight goes the other senses get stronger. I could hear something unzip. My eyes widened as a jolt of pain shot up my back.
"Ahh," my scream muffled by the floor.
"My dear Robin." I could feel his breath. He wasn't wearing his mask. "Don't take it personally but I couldn't resist."
"Damn you!"
"It will be over sooner if you just relax." But its hard to relax with someone ten inches into you.
Yes, he did end soon. But he started over again. He was just playing games with me. I was a toy, an instrument. I tried at every chance to make it less pleasurable for him. I couldn't help playing every note as he wanted. Every moan and groan. It was all to easy to lose myself in him.
Is it over. Yes, it is. ahh. My body aches. I can't move. He is still on top of me. He's nipping at my neck. What the hell. He keeps getting closer to my lips. I can't kiss him. I Won't.
I was pinned down. His hand traced down my left arm till it reached my palm. He pressed his hand firmly in mine. I could make out the outline of a button. The detonator. He was hovering over me. I swallowed hard. and he pressed his lips onto mine.
He was trying to part my lips. I wouldn't let him. He pressed the machine deeper in to my hand. My mouth opened slightly. His tongue swished through my mouth. This was probably the most painful experience.
It seemed like hours before the kiss grew harder. Did he expect me to kiss him back. My hand wrapped around the detonator with my thumb on the button. He was going to push it down. That bastard trying to make me kill my own friends. My tongue went into his mouth and I could feel him smiling.
He finally got off of me. I sat up straight leaned to the right and threw up. When I was done I looked up. Whatever was covering my eyes had come off and there he was. Standing over me with his mask on. Probably admiring his handiwork.
