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Scars: Chapter 17

Hopelessness

His eyes almost glistened with tears at the thought of his parents, that, and the new scar Slade was making on his shoulder.

Damn it, Slade was looking at him again, almost sensing Robin's thoughts and discomfort. Robin rapidly blinked away the wetness in his eyes. Knowing Slade would know if it was there. Eyeing him carefully, Slade drew out the mark on is shoulder and silently stared at the teen before him. To Slade, Robin really was a handsome boy. It's a shame to ruin him like this, but if it was for Slade's enjoyment, and it was for the best. In Slade's twisted version of right and wrong.

"Now, now, Robin, have we gotten more prestigious? I see. Well, Robin, you know I've made you scream before. I can still hear your hoarse voice ringing in my ears. Beautiful. The sound of a bird, in pain. I've made you rasp and beg, little boy. I remember it so clearly, don't you? Why I'm sure you do. And I want to hear those songs again, little bird. And I always get what I want..." Slade purred. His voice sounded a smooth as silk, even though the confines of the mask. It never sought to amaze Robin at how damn good Slade is with words. The man could waver his dying breaths, but still have a calm, collected voice that could have fooled the most honorable lie detector.

But the tone in his voice scared Robin. He knew Slade meant business. Slade always meant business. Robin watched Slade stare at him with a cold passion and somehow, Slade's statement made him remember another time, when he was employed as the man's apprentice...

'No, damn it! Not another fucking flashback! Aw shit!' Robin thought to himself as he was brought back once again to the setting of him as a worthless slave...

Flash Back:

Slade had already beaten Robin pretty badly, Robin having no other restraints was panting and groaning from his injuries. In which he doesn't know the full extent to all of them, but he knew they were pretty bad. The small amount he could assume. And with that, he concluded he had a couple of cracked or fractured ribs, bruises on either of his sides and stomach, some on his arms and face. A sprained ankle, a fractured jaw, and what might be a dislocated shoulder. The injuries were bad, but hell, it was a long hard fight. Ending as usual, with Robin being injured and Slade barely obtaining a bad scrape.

Robin was very tired of losing to this monster. But right now, his wounds were begging to be attended to because they hurt like hell. He was exhausted, to say the least. Tired and hurt, Robin lay under Slade in a weak, submissive state. As Slade grinned with pleasure. Just what he planned for.

Wearing the brightly colored boy out was all in the plan. So that he wouldn't have to strength to stop him when he did what he pleased. Slade then leaned over the younger of the two and eyed him carefully. He was pretty defenseless right now. So deliciously unarmed and helpless.

Two massive hands found their way to the yellow belt looped around the youth's waist, and attempted to rid the boy of the dangerous utility. Picking at it, trying to find the hidden latch or button that unclasped the pesky garment. As soon as the big, gloved hands touched Robin once more, thinking they were going to further injure him, and started struggling. Robin was freaking out in this situation when he learned what Slade was trying to do.

Squirming under Slade and finding that it was pointless, as the man over him was holding both of his hands over his head with one of his. Being to weak to slip his way out of this position, and finding no other options, Robin quickly kicked Slade swiftly in the groin. Knowing it was a weak spot he had never exploited before, not wanting to, but really having no other choice. Slade's only eye closed in pain as he let out a strained grunt. Probably one of the most sound-filled noises he had ever heard Slade make. But that didn't mean he let Robin go. Slade was stronger than that, and had dealt with pain worse than that. And Robin knew that this meant a bad punishment for him.

Slade opened his eye and glared hard at Robin's frame. Narrowing his eye sharply. Robin knew he was in for it. Slade then grabbed Robin's arm from over him, and in one quick jerk of his two strong hands, he shattered what was Robin's elbow joint. Robin let out a scream as he felt his elbow destroyed. Tears began to glaze his eyes in pain, he was injured enough already. Slade smirked sadistically when he heard the satisfying sound. Whether it was the crunch of the joint, or Robin's scream, we can never be too sure. Slade then took the hand of Robin's injured left arm.

"Now Robin, we wont try another little stunt like that again, will we?" Slade said ever too calmly, as he took Robin's pinky finger and bent it back until he heard the satisfying snapping sound he was looking for. Robin's eyes brimmed with tears threatening to fall at any moment.

"Will we?" Slade said a little more sternly. Obviously, to Robin, expecting an answer. Slade then snapped Robin's next finger. Silver streams spilt down Robin's face, through the mask. He had to respond.

"...no..." Robin said weakly, finally answering his question, broken. Wincing and crying out as the next finger broke and hung limply to match to first two. More warm water leaked from the boy's eyes under the mask. Slade, almost satisfied with the Boy Wonder's defeat, sees one more error.

"No, what?" Slade asks, preparing to snap his index finger. Robin sees this and immediately surrenders.

"...no,...master..."

End Flash Back

Robin shuddered at the memory. That time was hard on his ego. And his pride. Slade had reduced him to a minor weakling to be quite blunt. It was more damage on Robin's dignity than he would've hoped. And that fucking hurt like hell. Robin clenched his left fist, just to prove to himself that it was still intact in the present. He still had the soreness and bruises to prove it might not have been. Robin could've guessed that Slade saw him zone out and knew he flashed back. Robin saw the twinkle in Slade's eye.

Slade then did something further unanticipated. Soon, Slade's hand and palm was at the boys chin and upper neck. Forcing Robin head to slam into the concrete in back of him. Making Robin see stars for a moment. Slade kept him in place, holding his head up by his chin, leaving his neck open and exposed. And as a warrior, Robin learned to never leave your neck exposed. Too bad right now he didn't have a choice. Robin struggled. Not as if that was going to get him anywhere. He knew this. That feeling of undeniable helplessness and hopelessness was becoming quite large and unyielding. Robin cursed himself for it.

"What are you thinking about, Robin?" Slade asked, not expecting an answer, but pretty much amusing himself. A gauntleted hand raised a gleaming, sharp-edged, blood-coated knife to the youth's throat. Robin, not being able to see what Slade was doing for himself, just waited, mildly trembling in the man's hands. Robin told himself he would never be under captive by those hands ever again...

He felt something scrape along the horizontal column of his neck. Gasping a bit, Robin tried to bite back sounds of fear and tried to remain as still as he possibly could in this situation. Breathing became quicker, pulse increased even more. Robin tried to lean further into the wall. He wanted to be very far away from that blade. Slade dragged the knife back and forth on Robin's neck. Almost as if deciding whether to slit it or not. But Slade liked to tease. The dagger wasn't cutting the boy, merely scratching him in a most vulnerable area.

Sweat dripped down Robin's forehead in anticipation. He didn't know what Slade was going to do. But, if he was in this same position a couple of months ago, employed by Slade for the while he had been, ...he probably would have wanted to die. For Slade to just end it then and there. With one simple flick of his wrist, one slice to the throat. That was all it would take. And at that point, there wasn't much he wouldn't do for solace. To end his misery. End his suffering. He would feel as if he had nothing else to live for. It was a stupid and selfish though, Robin knew. But at the worst of times, he felt as if no one cared about him, or was looking for him. He thought his team had given up their search for him and was moving on. He thought that he rather die that live through hell, every day. Stupid thought. He knew better than that.

But rather than cut his throat, Slade continued his unending mockery. Dragging the blade down to his collar bone, in where he quickly carved, a very small 's' symbol into his collar, making Robin squirm and grunt. Going further, Slade took the knife down more and eventually stopped at the waistband of Robin's pants. Robin made a small sound to acknowledge the fact that Slade was now going a little to close to a certain area. He struggled a bit when the knife began to cut at the elastic at his waist band. Still not able to move his head, Robin growled a little in his throat like a territorial wolf. Robin did not want Slade near him down there. Not ever again. And the scary part was, Robin wasn't sure if he could prevent anything Slade did, repeating his actions from months before. Robin wouldn't be able to stop him if he decided to do it again. And with Starfire right on the lower floor.

The knife didn't fully cut his pants. Which brought some relief on Robin's part when the dagger momentarily left his skin, But Robin being unaware of its movements, was still petrified. But then, Robin felt the knife in an entirely different area. He felt the sharp tip of the blade poke and stab at the area in his pants that would be his member. The terrified boy let out a surprised, choked yelp and jumped. That had not the least been expected. Robin wriggled and strained at his chains, trying to close his legs in attempt to shield his most sensitive area from the monster. But Robin could never shield himself. He could never be protected. Not from Slade.

Robin whined frightenedly as Slade blocked him from closing his legs. Putting his knees between them, keeping Robin from doing anything. Robin fought, but he just felt so weak. Especially after his mental breakdown earlier. He felt his headache returning. Slade was getting too close for comfort again.

'Leave me alone...' Robin begged silently in his bruised mind. He didn't want to be handled by Slade anymore. He didn't want to be touched. But Slade didn't like the fact that Robin was struggling.

"What's the matter, Robin? Getting uncomfortable? Let me fix that." Slade said smoothly as he rammed his fist into Robin's open stomach. Causing the teen to temporarily loose his wind. Robin found it very difficult to breath, wheezing and rasping. Trying to take in as much oxygen as he could to settle his burning lungs. Letting the boys head go, Robin's head drooped and fell as he tried to catch his breath and deal with the pain in his stomach. He felt nauseous. Slade grinned.

"There, now that's better now." Slade said in a soft mocking tone, as Robin breathed, shuddering in short gasps. But then Slade suddenly dropped the knife and reached for him in another way. Slade's large hand tangled and gripped in Robin's hair. Pulling, yanking, forcing Robin to look up at Slade and his actions. Robin winced as he felt his hair being pulled forcefully. Robin hung his head in Slade's grasp, not wanting to look up at him, knowing he was so defenseless, but having to know what Slade was going to do.

And Slade wanted him to know what he was going to do. Because when Robin looked for Slade's other hand, he found it right by his groin.

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What's up everybody? I know, I know slow updates, but the story's getting deeper thou, eh? Well, I know you're all probably like 'OMG' thanks to this cliffie. (Hoowah for cliffies that drive people insane!) And I know I said 'flashbacks' in the last chapter, as in plural, but I was carried away with this chapter. So, next chapter you will see more. At least I gave you one! Okay, then before I start rambling, good night to all!

Until next time,

NightRobin

Signing off.