Now guys I'm not very up on all the mythologies, so I'll be taking a few leaps here. Thanks for all the feedback, it was surprising and encouraging. This is my first time actually going for a lengthy work of fiction, usually I work with much shorter stories. Took me a while to figure out the torture scenes, I couldn't really decide between pain and humiliation and well I decided to go the cause and no effect route. As for the rape part, you'll see how it plays out.
As for the spelling mistakes, I know I make them and I'm sure there are a lot of issues with sentence structuring as well but I spend all day proofreading other people's manuscripts as well as working on my own. After a long day, I get drunk and just type away here where I know I won't be fired for making mistakes. Sorry about that. I'll try spell-check more often. Anyway, no sex this chapter, sorry.
I wake up like I always do, in the bath tub. My back hurts, but I'm used to it by now. He always locks me in the bathroom when he's done with me. He's not worried about me escaping, he just likes to lock me in here. In the last three months, I have slept in the bathrooms of high-rise penthouse suites, beach-side villas, freezing cold estates nestled high up in the mountains. Horvath can't seem to make up his mind on where he wants to stay and it's no hard task for a magician to get either money or power and Horvath had amassed plenty. Horvath took a few months to learn the beats and rhythms of the new age and then started dominating the playing fields.
With no other magicians around, no one is around to challenge him. Currently he was playing the stock market and dabbling in real estate. These days he considers investing in alternate energy projects. What a douche! This is the same guy who wants to give the world over to some centuries old hag so she can destroy it. Any game that could be manipulated by magic was a game Horvath was winning. Horvath was loaded by now. Nothing was out of his reach now and you'd think that'd make him happy.
Nope, it was all Morgana, Morgana, Morgana. And apparently turning out a Prime Morganian was the easiest way to resurrect her now. I wasn't sure how. While he spent his nights in comfort and pleasure, Horvath's days were occupied spending time with me. Teaching me what it is to suffer. I thought I knew what pain was, but it wasn't the pain that really broke me, it was the humiliation.
The first day after Drake's death wasn't too bad. I woke up and was told to clean the house top the bottom. That and other chores became part of my routine. I had to clean and scrub the floors, the toilets and the sinks. I had to do Horvath's laundry and to clean up after he brought one (or many) of his girls or boys over (oh yeah, he didn't discriminate). Changing those bed sheets, picking up the stretched out condoms with cum swimming around inside and wiping (hopefully) KY off the furniture almost made me wish Horvath was fucking me too. What I was getting these days had to be much worse...right?
I was cooking for him, cleaning up his houses, doing his laundry, polishing his shoes and giving him massages, rubbing his feet and serving him his fucking scotch (Can magicians be poisoned?...Side note: Google Rasputin). The worst is the way he treats me. He throws drinks in my face, slaps me around in front of his guests. He makes me strip when he has friends over, pinches me, slaps me, pushes me around, forces me to drink or sniff shit I really don't want going up my nose (but it helps with the stress). And the part where he actually teaches me to suffer? Happens every day and I wish it didn't.
Today, when I've finished my chores, he calls me into the bedroom. He's sitting on the table. He waves a hand and suddenly I'm hanging from the ceiling, my wrists shacked to chains that always appear out of nowhere. I'm also naked, of course. Horvath calmly removed his gloves and put them next to his cane on the bed. Thank God the cane is taking the day off. He takes off his coat, leaving on his vest over his shirt. He looks me up and down, his eyes resting on my ass. He smiles a little when he sees my limp penis. I want to say its pretty cold in here. His first hit knocks me out flat.
When I wake up, he apologizes and says he got a bit too eager. Then he goes to town on me. He seems to be holding back, but each punch, each kick, each foot stomp seems like cement trucks to me. I feel my bones creaks and move around as I'm thrown around the room. I wonder if its muscle or magic that allows him to throw me around like a rag doll. No part of my body is spared, except my ass. He seems to be saving that for things I don't want to think about right now.
I pass out a couple of times. The carpet keeps getting bloodier. Horvath's hands, his face and clothes are covered in drops of blood. Eventually night falls and I wake up on the floor, lying in a puddle of my own blood. I see Horvath sitting on his table, looking at me. He seems to be wearing the same clothes he had on before, but they are spotless. I look at him questioningly. He gives me a dry look and snaps his fingers. I look down to see the blood on my body is gone as well, so is the blood on the carpet. I still have the cuts and bruises, but they hurt a little bit less than they did a few moments ago. I know they'll hurt even less in the morning.
I do a recon of the room, spot my clothes in the corner and start putting them on. I could've sworn my ribs were cracked, but they seem ok enough now. We've been living like this for three month, and in a weird, fucked up kind of way, we've have gotten used to each other. I've kind of accepted that escape is currently not an option and Horvath...seems...less likely to kill me out of boredom. Also, I'm his only live-in company and sometimes he just looks at me and says, "Speak"
"I forgot where we are..." I say looking out of the windows onto a crystal black lake. Nothing moves in the lake, it seems to be dead...like Horvath's eyes. It's three in the morning and nothing seems to be moving but I'm all warm though, in a cushy living room, with a big roaring fire and cold steely windows. Obscure looking paintings adorn the wall, I can't really make them out in firelight.
"Switzerland" Horvath says, taking the drink I've just mixed up for him. I know my role now. At least I do, if I don't want EXTRA lessons, "You want to watch a movie?" Horvath asks, as if I didn't just wake up with a concussion. He loves movies, he's a particular fan of old noir films.
"Why do you hurt me like if you're just going to fix me up again?" I ask him. Don't get much opportunities to talk, do I?
This seems to catch him by surprise, "What makes you think I fix you up?"
"We've been together three months...I would've been dead in two weeks...sir" We have come to an agreement where I can call him sir instead of master and he doesn't break my face.
"Maybe it's not about the pain or the scars, maybe it's about the anger, the humiliation" he says.
"And when will I have experienced enough?"
"When I say so" Horvath smiles, "Why are you in such a hurry any way? At least you're still a virgin where it counts"
"I am not"
"Don't lie to a magician, imp. You're ripe and ready to pop" Horvath says, slapping my butt cheeks hard. The old Dave would've spent a few hours rubbing his sore bottom, but my threshold for pain and humiliation had gone way further than I ever thought possible. I just shrugged him off, he laughed at my non-reaction, "Don't worry imp. Once I start stretching that hole, you're going to beg me to stop"
"But it'll make me more powerful right?"
Horvath looks up at me, interested, "Where did you hear that?"
"I've been reading up. The Merlinian branch dealt with spiritual aspects, in fact before Morgana came along that's all magic was...playing with energies and elements. Physics was close to their magic but the Morganian branch is deals in blood..."
My time limit was up. Horvath still had that amused look in his eyes, "Your right, today accepted physics is closely associated...their magic".
Had I actually said their? I'm a Merlinian right? Where the fuck was Balthazar? I realized I could speak again so I got back to my point, "Anyway, Morganians deal with blood magic. Sacrifices, blood-letting, transferring...I mean isn't that what you were doing to Drake? Giving him more power?" (Before you broke his neck)
"Yes when I thought he would be my apprentice" Horvath said, handing me his empty glass, I get up and walk over to the bar. All of his places usually have a mini bar or two spread around the grounds.
"And now I'm you apprentice..." I say, handing him back the glass. I'm still thinking and I sit down next to him on the couch. He grabs me by the next and throws me into the coffee table. It shatters around me, I feel the cuts on my arms and chest as I lay there. Forgot one of the rules, never sit at equal ground with the master. I feel myself whisked up into the air, until I'm held three feet above the shattered glass. I can only see the ceiling.
"No..." Horvath comes around my side, "...I've got other plans for you, if you can remember you place". He kills the spell and I fall back into the floor, on top of the broken glass. I get a million or so cuts on my back, my legs and I scream out. But Horvath's not done with me yet.
"What do say, imp?"
He's standing over me. He turns my body over with his foot so that I'm face down, my injured back on display. What is he going to do? "Sorry" I say cautiously, knowing it hardly ever works,
"and..." I hear his voice and then I hear his zipper come down. Is this it? My ass clenches shut at the thought of his cock near it. I also find myself a little turned on, it's the fucking dreams, their messing with my head.
"and...grateful you showed me the error of my ways...sir" I mutter through gritted teeth.
"Not yet, you're not" I hear him say and then I feel his piss hit my back. He empties all over me, I barely move out of shock. The scotch takes a while coming out, he waits till he's finished then he shakes himself off, zips back up and walks off. Don't really feel the stinging sensations. All I can think is...this is new.
I go under in the swimming pool again. I wonder how long I can hold my breath this time. No matter how much I clean myself, I can't get the smell out of my head so I think maybe the smell of chlorine will overpower it. Smells similar...I guess. I used to study at NYU...and now I'm trying to wash piss off my back.
My cuts are already closing up. I feel him come in, since I'm still underwater I don't see him. I come up for air, he's standing on the edge, looking down at. He hands me a towel, "Get some sleep and pack up. The jet will be fuelled in a few hours"
"Where are we going?" I ask, drying myself off with the tower, "I liked this place"
"Well, you were such an obedient little pet today, I thought you deserved a gift"
"Really?" I asked, scared. This is a night of firsts, "Where is my surpri...?"
"New York" Horvath cuts me off as he leaves the room. NEW YORK? That would bring me a lot closer to Balthazar then I am now, and I've been studying for the last two months. I might be able to escape long enough to free Balthazar. And that's what I want...right?
No I can't think like that. It's the dreams. The dreams are driving me crazy. Ever since the night Drake died. I spend my days getting beaten and berated by Horvath and I spend each night worshipping, longing for him, caressing him. I trust him in my dreams, he supports me, he's my teacher. And I want to give myself over to him, I beg him but the dream always end...just in time I suppose.
Now I've got nothing against the gays but I've never dreamt about another guy before. I mean used to dream of Becky...but I try not to. She was so perfect, so pretty, she belongs in another world, not the one I currently live in full of sweat, blood and cum. And Morganian essence...whatever that is...Back to the point, I was pretty sure it was some spell messing with my head. But lately, I feel like it wouldn't be so bad...sitting at his feet...just..worshipping him...I mean the man I saw in my dreams wasn't a bad man...
Snap out of it! I give myself a mental slap. I have to focus. I have to be ready to make my move.
But I never get the chance. We arrive late at night, check in and before you know it, it's time for me to play punching back again. He seems to even rougher this time. The blows never let up and soon the cane comes out. The cane...well, the cane cuts. Blades so thin you can barely see them slice you. The cuts are barely noticeable, my blood seems to diffuse out of the skin instead of bleeding out. He likes to concentrate on the back, the chest and the legs. He takes great delight in pinching my nipples and using the cane all around them. He kicks me around, stamps on my arms and legs until I feel them crack. And when he's done, I realize I don't feel my injuries healing up. I mean, the bones are fixed but the pain is still there. I realize he wants me to be weak, he knows I must've planned something. Slowly I black out from the pain...or exhaustion.
The first thing I smell is the copper. Just like my lab. Then it hits me and I'm up in a flash. I'm in my LAB! My old lab. I used to spend hours here. I eagerly run around, not noticing that the pain is entirely gone. But the lab is different...they've taken out my equipment, all my research...just gone. I guess the world really does move on without you. I wonder what my parents think of my disappearance. If they even care...?
Then I see the cage I had rigged up in the center of the room. It's still there. I mean it was emptied out but it was still there. At least I left something behind. Then I realize the cage is not really empty. There's someone in it, a thin, naked form. I start walking towards the cage, feeling dread fill up my chest.
It's a girl. I can't see her face but OH GOD! NO no no
I feel Horvath behind me, he puts his hand on my shoulder, "Ready to unwrap your present?"
Becky opens her eyes and looks at me.
My world crashes down around me.
What do you guys think of the twist? I don't how much love there is on this board for Becky but it's not going to be an easy ride for her. Also, do you guys want to see Balthazar again? The way I've planned it, he really doesn't show up again. Chapter 3 might take a few days. Can you guys recommend some menacing Alfred Molina movies I can check out for inspiration?
P.S. No proofreading this time either. Too sleepy.
