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Scars: Ch.15
Vulnerability
"...and the fact that my property doesn't listen and keeps running away, is making me very angry..." Slade hissed, then purposely put a lot of pressure on a sensitive part of the unhealed burn with two fingers. Robin let out a sharp, quiet pained sound, but then just inhaled sharply, making a hiss sound over his teeth. He shut his eyes for a second only to open them a second later to see Slade's mask in front of him, looking at him in the eyes, picturing the crude smirk under the black and copper mask.
The wound that Slade had pressed on, was not fully healed. And just getting the burn was painful enough.
He didn't want to give Slade the satisfaction of hearing him in pain. So he tried to keep his voice and pain in check as so to not cry out. Robin glared in hatred at his captor because Slade had too much power over him right now. He hated being the submissive one. And there was nothing he could do to stop Slade.
"You wouldn't want to make me angry, now would you, Robin?" Slade asked grimly.
Robin's fists clenched convulsively at the air, his arms still rigged up in the air with metal shackles around his wrists. And because of which, his arms have been growing numb from the lack of blood flow to them. Then, out of no where, Robin made a low growling noise that came from the back of his throat. It was because even when Slade was done hurting Robin, his hand still lingered on Robin's chest. Stroking Robin's flesh tenitively. And even through the thick material of Slade's glove, his hand still felt ice cold on Robin's skin. Making Robin shudder involuntarily.
Then, Slade's hand went on an entirely different mission. It took another route to go down and trace the scars that had been made on Robin's torso. Robin bit his lip. A look of fear and vulnerability could still be seen in Robin's eyes. Robin knew it was there, because that was what he felt. It was there, and he knew that Slade knew it too. Slade could practically sense Robin's fear and discomfort.
Robin looked even more nervous now, as much as he tried to keep putting up the brave front. Slade was touching him again. When Slade did this, it was like he was petting him, or even worse, feeling him and teasing him openly. Knowing that Robin couldn't do anything about it. This was wrong on so many levels all over again! Robin thought to himself. No guy should ever touch a boy like this, ever. Period. It was just not right. But not to Slade, to him it was the way it was meant to be. And nothing could prove him wrong.
As Slade continued the light petting gestures, Robin could feel a layer of cold sweat coat his exposed skin. And he was getting more flashbacks. This happened on more than one occasion. And Robin didn't want to go through it again. Or be reminded of past experiences. He could not hide his short ragged breaths. Robin was starting to panic slightly.
"S-stop! D-don't touch me, d-dammit!" Robin tried to say a little louder and braver, to try to prove a point. Wriggling fiercely on his bondage. But they didn't move. Robin knew they wouldn't break. And it didn't have any desired effect on Slade.
But Slade could tell he was getting scared, and that's just what Slade wanted. And because of Robin's...experiences with Slade, just being touched by anyone made him very uncomfortable. And the fact that Slade was doing the touching now was not making him feel any better. Just worse, way worse.
"You know, you didn't have to get this way..." Slade coaxed, completely ignoring Robin, and continuing to trace a gash on Robin's side. This confused Robin. And as much as he didn't want to hear, see, or talk to Slade, he had to find out as much as he could in this current situation about his conditions. So he had to find out what Slade was talking about.
"Get like what?" Robin asked, suspiciously. Quickly and quietly. Not wanting to engage in conversation or talk with him, but anything to distract him from his current actions.
"You having all these scars..." Slade continued nonchalantly.
"...If you would only listen, obey,...submit. You could've made it a lot easier upon yourself. ...But you would never allow yourself to do that, would you? You would never submit to anyone unless you were...drastically forced. You're still so wild and free. I need to take that freedom and turn it into obedience..." Slade said almost thoughtfully. It was obvious that he knew Robin a little too well. And knew exactly what he wanted to do with him. Much to Robin's misfortune.
"You would've forced it upon me anyway." Robin said mournfully, referring to the scars.
"You really are a nervous, paranoid little boy, aren't you?" Slade mocked. Robin scowled.
"All thanks to you, you son of a bitch!" Robin yelled at Slade. His thoughts almost brought him to tears. He knew how his personality had gone under a dramatic change since his encounters with Slade. He was more nervous and careful. Always looking over his shoulder, full of paranoia, waiting for Slade to show his face again. Every night and every day. He was more jumpy and panicky. Less confident in himself, and less carefree. More depressed, and lonely. Starfire had noticed this.
The nightmares were never-ending. Every night, waking up screaming or gasping for breath. In a cold sweat, terror in his masked eyes. Most of the time, tears down his face. Some of the time, he would even wet himself in his sleep. He was ashamed. But who wouldn't after a nightmare like that? All the sleepless nights tossing and turning. Thinking in sorrow. Sobbing unrelentlessly. It was so sad, all the dire pain the boy had gone though. Even when he wasn't with Slade.
"What did I tell you about language?" Slade Slade said sternly, pressing down on another unhealed wound. Robin hissed again, to his own disappointment, and turned his head to the side to try to hide his pained features from Slade. Slade smirked at Robin's pain. And saw the pain and fear before in his eyes.
Robin hated when Slade disciplined him, and lectured him. It made him feel like he was lower class, insignificant. And that Slade was the higher level, the guardian of him. Like a parent. And Robin really didn't like the thought of that. At all. But right now, he was so helpless, and he really didn't have any other choice but to obey. Very unwillingly. He stayed quiet.
Robin shut his eyes tightly in attempt to rid his mind of Slade's voice in his head, along with the still throbbing pain. It still hurt and he had a huge headache. And having Slade it front of him, talking to him, touching him, and arguing with him was making it worse. Slade saw him take his attention away from him, and he didn't like it.
"What's the matter, Robin? Bad headache?" Slade asked sarcastically. Toying with Robin. Robin just growled angrily at his own weakness.
"Sorry to report this,...but I'm only here to make it worse." Slade said coldly.
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I am so sorry to u all. I told u I would update soon and I didn't. Really srry. But school just started and everything is really hectic. (Damn school!) It's gunna hold me back from updating as often, but don't worry, I will keep updating as soon as I can.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Slade's really toying with Robin. And what will Slade do to him? That heartless villain. Well, I guess that part's up to me, but if u wanna take a guess, comment, or suggestion to what will happen, then go right ahead. Please do. Constructive criticism is always wanted. Well, until next time!
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