Scars: Ch. 20

Trapt

"I'm going to undo your restraints, little bird, but just keep this in mind, I have robots watching over her. And I can give them the signal to kill her at any moment. And if I wanted to make it all the sweeter for me, and I probably will, ...you know the punishment I have in order."

Slade whispered in Robin's ear, Slade's playful mockery and warm breath covered up by the icy cold tone of his voice and the seriousness of the situation. It made Robin shiver. As Slade started to undo the steel cuffs, Robin watched, while he was grateful to put his hands down, he knew, that the worst was still to come.

Slade slowly unclasped Robin's wrists, taking his time with the action. Robin's heart beat rapidly in his chest as Slade made the move. Slade could hear the boy's heart pounding. He smirked.

Robin had no idea what to do. He pondered each thought, ending with the same frustrating failure. Option one was, that he could always try to escape, but risk Starfire getting hurt, or worse, and he would never want to take that chance.

The next, he could submit, Slade liked submission, more than he would ever wish to experience. Or had experienced already, not a good experience at all. But if he did submit, that would throw away all of his dignity and respect for himself. Self confidence level would no longer exist, he would be reduced to nothing.

He had surrendered before, but usually Slade forced him to, by force. He had used his friends before, sure, so he had given up struggle, and he hated to give up. He didn't think he would have to again.

But this option did indeed insure Star's safety. That mattered, it really did, so what was Robin to do? And the option of even if he did sit there and let Slade do what ever he wanted with out a struggle, how could he permit that? How could he just watch it happen? How could he not fight?

Even if Slade had made him submit before, there had always been some sort of struggle involved. Whether it be somewhat physically, even if he knew it was pointless, or mentally, he could try to resist failure. But still, even if he resisted mentally now, it felt different. It felt like more of a defeat this time. Maybe it was because Slade now had a hostage. A pretty damn good hostage.

But how could he resist not putting up a fight? It was his nature. And what if he did? What if he made a bad move? Would Slade really carry out his plan and take him in front of Star? And by 'take', well, that was a nice word for what Slade did to Robin. Literally meaning, to 'brutally fuck'. And it was horrible to think about it happening again. It was not a nice image, especially in Robin's head either. He shuddered. And if Slade did try to do it, then could he struggle!

But what the hell could he do if Slade tried to? Robin had learned, that it was utterly a waste of time trying to fight Slade when he had the upper hand. That didn't stop him. But still, Slade is almost unbeatable.

Most of the times in battle, Slade was just looking for amusement and fun, by letting him think he had a shot at beating him. Dangling victory in front of his face, while the hero was held back, as much as he tried to break free and grasp it.

Slade was a much more experienced fighter than Robin could ever be. Even with training. Slade's had training his entire life. Robin could tell, and who knew how old Slade was. Not only that, but Slade had always had this unfair advantage over him. He had enhanced strength and intellect. With even the most intense training, no average human could possess the skills Slade has. Sometimes, it was almost as if Slade could, see what Robin was going to do, before it happened. It scared Robin to know this.

But then again, now he had more important things to worry about at the moment.

Robin had put his arms down and rubbed his bruised wrists. He kept his gaze down, knowing what decision he had to make, and knowing that he had fear in his eyes. He didn't want to risk Slade seeing his weaker state. Well, he knew Slade saw him anyway.

Slade took a moment and watched the boy carefully. He liked to watch. And he loved to watch Robin. He liked to observe the nervous behaviors of the fidgety bird.

Before Robin knew it, his head made contact with the hard, concrete ground. Slamming hard. His mind went blank for a second, and he saw black. But immediately after, the pain kicked in. Robin grunted as he felt the waves of pounding pain vibrate throughout his injured head.

Cloudily, and dizzily, Robin slowly regained his vision, only to see, what else? Slade.

Slade looked down and watched as Robin came back into the real world. Such a pretty bird when he was weak.

Slade was hovering over him, as Robin immediately noticed. Slade must've pounced on him. ...But the scary part was, that he moved so quickly, Robin didn't even see the man move. He didn't see it coming. And wait, Slade's on top of him, that's definitely not a good sign. Slade parted Robin's wrists and took one in each hand, pinning them strongly on Robin's sides.

Robin was immobilized, because right now, Slade was holding his arms down and was straddling him, so he couldn't move his legs. Robin saw Slade clearly now. He glared upwards, still not having full power back. And now that fucking headache was back with a vengeance. Ow, shit. That really did hurt. His head was banged up enough. He hoped he wasn't bleeding.

Robin struggled just a bit to test his bonds. Yep, they were sturdy. He was trapped. Slade's powerful grip was like a steel vice. It was not something Robin could get out of easily.

Slade could recognize the fear in Robin's eyes. Along with the defiance and anger he always saw burning in the youth's eyes. So much like him. Slade then leaned down and his cold, metal mask made contact with Robin's exposed skin. Robin gasped lightly, but then grit his teeth to shut his own damn mouth, because he advertently reminded himself that Slade liked those fucking noises!

Robin then felt Slade's mask nuzzle slightly into his neck. Robin tried to back away, though there was nothing to back into but solid concrete.

"You're so pretty when you're afraid, little bird." Slade said in his icy, purring tone that was somewhat mocking in Robin's mind. It gave Robin shivers. The man's voice could melt steel. Robin was sure of it. But it bothered Robin how Slade talked to him. It always bothered him when Slade talked, but still, Robin definitely had his reasons.

He did not like to be called 'pretty'. It was very feminine, and Slade loved to call him that. Or little bird. It was like Slade's twisted pet name for him. And for the hundredth time, he was not little. He didn't like being called afraid either. It was mocking him, and it was taunting Slade's power over him. Robin grimaced, but decided not to say anything, for his own sake.

And another thing that was really bothering him right now, was that he was unwillingly letting the man hold him down. Robin glared at his own useless options. ...He didn't have a choice... Slade looked at him again.

"Made up your mind, little bird? Rather not risk what I have in store for you?" Slade said even more mockingly. Robin kept his composure and still didn't speak. Slade then did something else. He suddenly swept a large, metal-coated hand across Robin's exposed abdomen. Robin jumped, unexpectantly. He felt that smile in Slade's mask again.

"I've missed you, Robin." Slade purred, holding Robin's stomach down with his hand. Robin felt Slade's hot breath through the slots in his mask. He started stroking Robin's skin with his fingers. Robin shivered unintentionally.

Robin stared up at him with more fear in his eyes. Slade then couldn't help himself and wanted to taste him again. He made a move to undo the metal exterior of the mask, unclasping something behind his head.

Robin was familiar with the gesture, and dreaded the outcome. The occurrence happened rarely, but when it did, Robin knew he was going to use his mouth. You see, when Slade took off his mask, he was not revealing his identity to Robin, because under the mask he wore almost like a ski mask. That only revealed Slade's nose and mouth. It didn't let Robin see any features, Slade wouldn't allow his identity to be jeopardized. He was a lot smarter than that. Robin felt his heart pound even faster.

Slade let the mask fall to the ground beside them with a loud clank of metal hitting concrete. The mask was pretty heavy, and when dropped, Robin saw the familiar black material of the second mask. Along with the very familiar mocking grin that Robin always pictured behind the mask, but having seen it in real life too. That boastful gleam of his teeth as he stared threateningly down at him.

Robin could still see his one eye bearing down on him, and the blank space where his other eye was supposed to be. Just seeing a big guy like that, with only one eye, was a little eerie.

Slade leaned down toward him, still smirking. Once again, Robin tried to back away, non-successfully. Slade, getting the response he wanted, whispered in Robin's ear, but this time, without the filtration of the mask.

"Missed you so very much..."

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Hope you liked! This was interesting. Next chapter will be a little more intense. (I always love the intensity.Still working not on my own computer. -- But I'll update as soon as I can. Reviews will be greatly appreciated and replied to.

Until Next Time,

NightRobin