Scars Ch. 18

Misery

"There, now that's better." 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. And the reason Slade lifted up his head was very clear, it was so his could see the reation in Robin eyes again. To this. Robin's eyes widened as Slade looked at him wickedly. Knowing what he was going to do. Knowing that there was a devilish smirk under his mask. Knowing Slade was going to touch him. This was the reason Robin didn't like to be touched by anybody.

Slade's massive, metal-coated glove went for Robin's crotch. Taking his package in one hand, grabbing roughly and squeezing with force where Robin's balls would be in one swift motion. Robin cried out and pulled at his chains again. He growled roughly, gritting his teeth and fighting the tears that were destined to fall. At Slade touching him in his most private area again, and at the pain that brought when Slade squeezed hard.

Robin tried to fight, telling himself in his mind that this wasn't happening again. Telling himself that is was all just another dream. Trying to will away his raw fear and discomfort. Robin stuggled like a wild animal, not wanting to be caged up again. Not wanting to be held captive again. Trying to fight his captor and trying to make it all go away. As soon as Slade grabbed him Robin yelled.

"No! Stop it! Don't touch me!" Robin yelled in vain. His voice cracking weakly. It wasn't going to stop Slade. Nothing was going to stop Slade. He was going to go throught this again...

'Not this again...not this. Not with him, not again...' Robin thought sadly, his head bowed slightly so he could try to hide his horrified expression. Trying to hide his eyes that held it all from Slade. Wanting for it all to go away. Closing his eyes tightly, he felt the hot syrupy feeling of crying all throughout his body and his chest. He felt the tears sting at the back of his eyes. He felt like he did once before, just a lost little boy with no means to fight back. He couldn't win. Slade was like an abusive father, and Robin, the scared little helpless victim. He couldn't do anything.

Robin wriggled relentlessly at the mental and physical torture. He always told himself never again. Never again...

Slade twisted his hand on Robin, feeling him more. Robin managed to supress his cry into a loud growl. This was too far. How much more dignity did Robin have to lose? How much more humiliation and suffering could he take? This was too much on his overly-stressed mind. Robin kept fighting, even though that the poor boy knew it was meaningless. He heard Slade chuckling, Robin was shaking. He hated Slade's cruel, heartless laugh. He was laughing at him. Slade was laughing at Robin's pain. And it was so damn humiliating.

"Hm, not used to it any more, little bird? I wish you would just submit, you would've made it a lot easier on yourself..." Slade said to Robin eerily amused. Slade them took his hand out of Robin's hair, not lessening his grip on his groin, and punched him in the face. Forcing Robin's head sideways as he felt a tangy familiar liquid leak out of his open mouth. Blood. Robin knew blood very well. He had seen it on almost every part of his body, and knew very well what it tasted like.

But Slade, not leaving Robin a moment to see clearly again, then grabbed the youth by his throat, forcing Robin to look at him once again. Slade looked into the wide, scared eyes of the boy and laughed again as he squeezed his neck. Causing Robin to struggle more as Slade tightened his grip so that Robin had very little air, but he wouldn't pass out just yet.

Robin was pertrified. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. His lower extremeties hurt like hell, and they were all revolving around Slade's mock torture. Slade hadn't removed either of his hands when Robin started to feel light-headed.

"You were always weak, Robin. So childish and naive. From the moment you turned down my offer. You didn't know what you'd be giving up. What you could've had. What could've happened,...what could've not happened. But you always have to play the fucking hero, don't you?"

"Such a smart boy, yet so ignorant. You're so stubborn...just like me. I like having things my way too. But when I want something, I get it. Even if I have to get it myself, and get rid of minor casualties along the way. And Robin, you are what I want, and no matter how many times you may escape, no matter how many times your little friends will try and save you, no matter how many times you think you're safe in your little nest, you'll never escape me, my little Robin. You'll never win, because my wants exceed your own. You can never run away from me, Robin. I'm always watching you."

Slade hissed at Robin's face like a prepared speech. Ending centimeters from Robin's face. Leaving Robin scared shitless. No really, even if at the moment he couldn't breathe, he had heard every word Slade said. And to Robin, it felt like Slade's words had drifted into Robin's subconscieous and unlocked the doors labeled; 'fear', 'terror', and 'horror'. Slade had always been watching him. And no matter what he did, he was never going to get away. He will never escape him...

The thought flooded through Robin's mind. It grasped Robin's brain and repeated the words over and over again. Slade knew his words would affect the younger one. It was anticipated by him. He felt Robin slowly stop struggling, mostly because he still couldn't breathe, but also to let Slade's speech sink in. He felt his strength and confidence ooze out of him. No, he didn't want to feel like this again. He didn't want to give up. He never fully gave up, but he came close. At a point where he found it useless struggling. Where he would let Slade do as he pleased and Robin surrendered. Weak. Broken. He never wanted to ever be that hopeless again. And now he was starting to feel it come back.

Slade felt the boy weaken and eased up his grip on his neck a little bit. Slade smiled. He wanted for Robin to sumbit. You see, Slade always could've used the threat of killing Robin's friends as a motivation for him in the warehouse. But Slade only used it outside where Robin could get away. Then he would threaten his precious friends, and it worked. Slade knew it would. His plans always work out to benefit him. But while inside the geary warehouse, Slade didn't use the button to threaten Robin. He found it so much more fun to break Robin and make Robin submit himself. By brute force. Which was what Slade did best. To Slade it was very enjoyable to break Robin's strong-willed spirt. Slade liked to break things.

Slade let go of Robin's neck and lower parts, letting the boy drop to the floor and droop down a little. Robin struggled to catch his breath, breathing heavily. Slade finally let him go completely, disengaging himself from Robin. Letting Robin pant weakly. Rasping as he went. Slade stood up fully, and straightened himself out. Always looking so strong and ready. He looked down on Robin, looking almost disgusted.

"Pitiful. Abolutely pathetic. You really disappoint me, boy." Slade said, crossing his arms firmly, still looking down on him. Speaking to him as a low life. He can't stand Robin absurd stubbornness. Sometimes, he could be way too stubborn. Even if he was like Slade, even in that department, Slade still wanted Robin's full submission. Like he got once before.

There was a lot of things Robin hated. Even in his despicable position, he still had enough will and feeling in him to hate. He started coughing. He hated Slade. He hated being looked down upon. He hated being called weak. And as in pain as he was, and how hopeless his situation seemed, he still had his spirit. He ever strong spirit. He never fully lost hope. Robin was just that kind of person, but he got pretty close at times. But right now, he was mad. Even if Slade would hit him if started barking back at Slade. But he had to keep his stand. Struggling, Robin spoke between panting.

"...And when the...hell did I ever...care what you thought...?" Robin snipped. Between his breaths, he managed to form a sentence. He lifted his head up slowly to look at Slade. Steadily, almost carefully. Slade watched him and Robin couldn't tell if he was amused or agitated. The latter it would seem. Slade narrowed his one eye.

"Still in such conditions you insist on impudence. You will be taught respect. Whether you like it or not." Slade quipped, immediately after, kicking Robin in the face. Not bothering to bend back down. Robin's nose and the corner of his mouth dripped with blood, lightly streaming.

"You really want to make this worse on yourself, Robin? Then I suggest you hold your tongue." Slade ended and sent more pain Robin's way by kicking his heel into Robin's chest, sending him back up against the wall. All the bruises were becoming visible and Robin hurt everywhere. He grunted slowly with pain. Still breathing heavily, Robin managed to look up at Slade wearily. Blood still on his face. He glared, still having the need to be rebellious, feeling as if it was the only way of defiance towards Slade on his part. He felt it was the only thing he could do. The only thing he had left.

Robin spat at Slade's feet. A mixture of spit and blood.

This got his captor angry. Slade's glare became stone cold. He was pissed. Slade leaned down and angrily grabbed a fist full of Robin's messy, black hair and yanked upwards. Robin let out a small cry of pain from the unexpected gesture, and at his skull almost being ripped once more. Slade growled fiercely in his face. Robin could very faintly see the spark of rage in his only eye. The man still held him up be his hair.

"You still chose to dishonor me so...I really should take care of that." Slade hissed in Robin's face. No doubt thinking up a far worse punishment. Robin countered his glare with his own. Still challenging. Still strong. Slade had to change that.

"You will never disrespect me in that fashion again!" Slade spat harshly as he took one of Robin's helpless fingers and promptly broke it in two. Robin cried out lightly but held it in. Not again...

Slade broke the finger on his other hand and put his face next to Robin's. Robin felt Slade's hot breath on his face as he breathed through the slits in his mask. Robin saw a not unusual gleam shine in Slade's eye. The man was up to something, and Robin dreaded to find out what. He tried to be ready, and tried to be brave as he could. He knew something bad was coming. He could feel it.

Slade started to whisper, playing with Robin. Toying with him.

"I have an idea, my dear Robin..." Slade whispered, now putting his mask by the boy's ear. Robin could hear him painfully loudly. He shuttered at Slade's words.

"...I'll take you again, Robin. And you know I will. I do so enjoy our little... gatherings. But what if I do it...in front of her..."

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Yes, I know, I am evil. And thankfully so, if I wasn't crazy or evil, I would've never come up with a story like this. The plot twists. Wow, this chapter was fun. I hope you all like it as much as I did. I'm trying to get into Robin's mind here to see how he ticks. I give him a multi-dimensional character. He has two sides, two personalities: Scared and innocent little boy, and Strong-willed, headstrong Robin. I'm bringin them out.

Reviews are always appreciated.

Till Next Time,

NightRobin