Language and past sexual assault warning
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Vaas and Ceria travel by boat to the Southern islands. The early evening sun has been blazing down upon the two island residents for half an hour and Ceria begins to notice the darker tone in Vaas' skin, not finding a single patch of red. Vaas closely examine Ceria's face with an exhale of smoke from his half smoked blunt and gives her a suggestive smile, leaning over to offer her a hit. The young woman shakes her head with a nervous smile and turns away from Vaas with her back facing him. A sudden noise of agitation escapes Vaas' mouth but Ceria keeps to herself and uses her hand as a visor to block the sun as she stares off ahead, seeing Hoyt's compound just a mile away.
The single motor of the boat begins to sputter and kick up a lot more water than it should which has Vaas cursing and glaring down at it behind himself. Ceria holds onto the sides of the boat as it starts to rock with Vaas' rough movements and looks down at her stomach that she had no idea was soaked until now. Ceria lets out a sorrowful sigh and continues to listen to Vaas curse like she had never heard before.
Her suit may be soaked but her hair is dry and tight in a well kept bun. The heat has been bothering her since her and Vaas left his camp but there isn't anything she can do about it and despite the intense humidity, Ceria is surprised that there is no sign of static in her brunette fly aways although there is a noticeable sheen of sweat on her and Vaas' skin. The boat finally stops rocking and the water stops splashing Ceria; she looks ahead and can see the compound a few feet away. Vaas cuts the engine of the boat by the closest dock and he flicks the butt of his blunt into the water just before stepping out of the boat. Ceria stays close behind Vaas, knowing for a fact that the Privateers are just as desperate for a woman's touch as Vaas' pirates, even though Hoyt picks up the cleanest woman for his men. One, two even three good women just don't seem like they're enough for Hoyt and his asshole Privateers.
Vaas and Ceria wander up to the front gates to Hoyt's compound. Vaas and the two Privateers standing guard make eye contact and the two men open up the gates. Ceria manages to keep her gaze away from the two Privateers as Vaas leads the way into the compound. Buildings, shacks and Privateers are in every direction and it's impossible for Ceria to not look away from the awful looking men. Ceria is wasting a lot of her time fretting about Hoyt's privateers though because Vaas is Volker's right hand man and even though they might think about putting their filthy hands on Ceria, they won't. Vaas Montenegro is almost just as scary as Hoyt.
The wind suddenly starts up and the warmth of it puts a welcoming feeling in Ceria's mind, well kind of welcoming. A few gun shots are heard echoing high in the air and a couple of the bars that Vaas and Ceria walk passed are already lively with privateers and more than a few women from Badtown. The insects are even loud and lively, some buzzing passed Ceria's head and some zig zagging at her feet.
The dirt gets kicked up and Ceria waves her hand to stop herself from breathing it in and she follows Vaas up the stairs to Hoyt's main business building. Being here in Hoyt's territory gives her a very intense, uneasy, queasy feeling and Vaas' silence makes it even worse.
A privateer opens the doors to the building and Vaas motions for Ceria to continue to follow. The interior of the building is a few degrees cooler than the outside but not by much; it's noticeable though. Ceria doesn't try to look in the open rooms as her and Vaas travel through the narrow hallway. Ceria had just been here a few hours before arriving at Vaas' camp and she's afraid of how Hoyt is going to react to seeing her again after being yelled at but she's a little worried about Jason, and not just about the stitches. Privateers make up the entire population inside the large building and Ceria plays with the damp hem of her suit jacket, nervously pulling down on it. She keeps herself from looking down at the front of her wet dress skirt, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself.
Vaas keeps quiet as they pass Privateers, walking with such confidence towards Hoyt's office. A pair of Privateers give Vaas the stink eye but end up opening the door anyway. Stepping inside the large office, both Vaas and Ceria see the backside of Hoyt, whose currently busy turning the crank to his Victorian phonograph. A chuckle escapes him as the deep voice of a female opera singer begins to play from the weathered horn, putting Hoyt in an unexpected good mood.
"Ahh, Vaas, good to see you again, got any news for me?" Hoyt greets the pirate out loud spreading his arms out wide in an overly friendly manner, walking over towards the two of them. His eyes keep a hold of Vaas' and he puts his arms around the younger man's shoulders, holding him close. Ceria watches and takes a couple barely noticeable steps backward, swallowing loudly.
Vaas doesn't hug the man back or even give him a kind look. "Actually, yes I do, where is Jason?" Vaas asks with slight agitation on his tongue, cocking his head to the side, while crossing his warm arms across his damp chest. The two men are great at keeping eye contact but as Hoyt laughs and brings his eyes over to Ceria, the man snaps his fingers and from beyond the door, two Privateers come walking in with Jason between them. Vaas turns and so does Ceria. Vaas looks surprised when he sees Jason. Hoyt makes a point to watch Vaas' face and snickers to himself as he wanders off to his desk, enjoying the sunshine.
Jason is clothed in a red tank top similar to Vaas' but the sleeves had been purposely torn off, a pair of khaki shorts and nothing on his feet but what bothers Vaas are the bruises; a dangerously dark right black eye, a dark purple lump on the bridge of his nose and the horrific bruising around his throat. Sure Vaas wouldn't mind abusing the hell out of Jason but fuck, Hoyt did a number on the American and besides the bruises, Vaas looks at the cut in his bottom lip. Hoyt leans back in his leather upholstered chair and kicks his feet up on top of the desk, closing his eyes and listening to the music with a smile. Vaas turns his eyes away from Jason and storms off over to Hoyt's desk, slamming his fists on top of it, rattling the items inside. Ceria gives Jason a frown and holds her hand over her mouth to hide a gasp, not being able to understand just how much pain Jason is in.
Jason's head is up high but he seems a bit limp in the Privateer's hands. Vaas raises one dark brow at the sight of the deep cut across Hoyt's right cheekbone and points at it. "Did snow white do that to you?" Vaas asks already sure of what Hoyt is going to say. Hoyt drops his feet onto the floor and the clicking of his shoes startles Ceria. Hoyt stands up again and leans over the desk, getting into Vaas' face. They're both glaring daggers at one another and with a finger, Hoyt strokes down the length of his cut.
"Sure did," Hoyt says matter of factly, narrowing his eyes at Vaas, who is brave enough to raise his lip at his lord. There is a shine of sweat across Hoyt's forehead and the same goes for Vaas. He licks away the sweat from his top lip and backs away from Hoyt's desk, cursing as he turns his back on Volker.
Jason's blood shot eyes find Vaas who is walking towards him. Hoyt smirks at the back of Vaas' skull and places both of his clammy hands flat on the desk, leaning against them. "No touching Vaas!" Hoyt bellows and Vaas freezes in place, flaring his nostrils as his eyes leave Jason's, falling down to the American's feet. There is a random tick in Vaas' neck and he uses his bandaged hand to cover it.
Ceria can see the evil, the rage, the fucking pain in Vaas' eyes and she takes a couple more steps back, this time not caring if anyone sees and finds herself shaking. One of the Privateers coughs and lifts Jason back up with a grunt. Vaas' hands tighten into fists of fury and he turns back around to face Hoyt. Another tick in Vaas' neck and everyone notices. Ceria's trembling eyes look over Jason and then scan quickly over to the closed door. There is so much fucking tension and anger in the room and it's not mixing well with the humidity.
"What are you going to do Vaas, huh?" Hoyt teases the younger man with a grin, his accent stronger than ever. The Privateers can tell that something is about to go down but they stand as still as possible with Jason slumped in their sweaty grips.
Vaas licks his dry lips and is extremely quick to pull out his pistol from the waistband of his cargo pants, cocking the fucking thing and aiming it directly at Hoyt. His heart is beating like it is on the verge of bursting and his blood is at least a thousand degrees but he's not scared. The blood is rushing to his head very quickly and Vaas is looking exactly like a ticking time bomb right now. He furrows his brows and the expression on his face is quite awful as he changes his aim at the last minute and fires the pistol at the phonograph, watching the music player shatter onto the wooden floorboards. Hoyt looks down to find some of the pieces beside his left foot. He loved that thing.
Vaas' lips part and the rise and fall of his chest is noticeable as well as the sweat soaked tank top. He keeps his aim on the phonograph but brings his eyes back to Hoyt's. "You gave me the motherfucking choice Hoyt, and I fucking chose Snow fucking WHITE, the white motherfucker is MINE!" Vaas is vicious with his words, not moving a single muscle as Hoyt leaves his desk and goes over to Vaas.
Jason is shaken awake and his blurred vision begins to clear up. Ceria is in his line of vision and he knits his brows. She feels for him, she truly does but there isn't a single thing she can do to help him. She's a weak little woman. She's only a doctor and she can't afford to lose her job; she has a little girl at home to take care of. Ceria remembers Hoyt's personal slaves from the past and they were all women and that's why seeing Jason in the condition that those women had been in confuses her. Who the hell knew Hoyt would have a male slave? But listening to Hoyt and Vaas bicker brings more confusion to her bubbled mind. Vaas Montenegro, who is also extremely into women is just as interested in Jason? The Rook islands are hell on earth.
Ceria somehow manages to drown out both Vaas and Hoyt's violent bickering and pays more attention to the two Privateers who are on either side of Jason. She has an idea, definitely not a good one but an idea that might work. She stares at the two Privateers long enough for their eyes to catch onto hers and once they meet her gaze, Ceria turns her head to look back ahead at Vaas and Hoyt, then she grabs the bottom of her skirt and lifts it up just enough for her tan buttocks to show.
Both of the men take interest in the light flash and drop Jason in an instant. Don't they understand the consequences of disobeying Hoyt? Oh well, guess they'd rather have a nice piece of Ceria's ass than listen to the most powerful being on the fucking planet! Vaas is shoved up against the glass door and the power of the shove cause the blinds to fall and that pisses Hoyt off even more. Hoyt growls into Vaas' face and with the back of his foot, he kicks Vaas' fallen pistol so that it's out of reach; Hoyt is very aware of Vaas' stealth and wonderful agility.
"You are a little piece of fucking shit!" Hoyt curses and spit fires in between Vaas' eyes as the grip on his tank top straps becomes tighter and the telltale sound of a tear welcomes itself into the two men's ears. Vaas growls right back in retaliation and swiftly knees Hoyt in between the legs. The older man releases his grip from Vaas and drops to one knee but his recovery is quick and he grabs Vaas by the neck, locks his ankle with Vaas' and pulls backward, causing the pirate to fall onto his back and hard. Jason's eyes open again but his vision is cloudy. His hearing isn't the best either but his sense of touch is still there and when a pair of rough hands grab both of his forearms again, he shuts his eyes and lets his mind fall into darkness.
Ceria is backed up against the closed door by one of the Privateers. He must be one of Hoyt's snipers. He slings his sniper rifle over his shoulder, removes his dark sunglasses and stares deeply into the young woman's brown eyes. His nostrils are flared and his dark skin is coated in sweat.
"You must be looking for trouble teasing me like that!" the foreign man growls and he encloses the woman against the door with his large arms. He looks to be about six feet tall and three hundred some pounds. His appearance is very alarming. Jason is held up by one of Hoyt's Privateer assaulters and the man's grip is painfully tight but Jason doesn't open his eyes again. At least not until Hoyt finishes up with Vaas, who is left wailing on the floor, clutching his kicked in sides.
Completely ignoring Ceria and her current predicament, Hoyt looks down at a slumped over Jason and the assaulter lifts him back up. Hoyt gives Jason a small smile and takes a secure hold of his chin, looking over the damage he had caused. Jason's eyes open and the swelling in his right eye has gotten a bit worse. The bruising around the American's throat isn't severe but with any kind of touch, soft or hard, the instant shock of pain can keep Jason awake for days. The sniper gazes up and down Ceria's little body and grins, bringing his lips into the space between her neck and shoulder, placing a surprisingly gentle kiss upon her warm skin. Ceria is shaking and she can't figure out a way to stop it.
"Disobedience is what got you in this mess Jason," Hoyt says to Jason, looking him straight in the eyes, pinching his chin every time the American's eyes fall closed. A simple 'uhh' comes out of Jason's slack mouth and his eyes begin to close again. Hoyt furrows his brows and uses his unoccupied hand to brush back a strand of hair from his forehead and removes Jason from the assaulter's grip, finally feeling just how heavy Jason is when he's not in the 'mood' for walking.
Before dismissing everyone from his office, Hoyt looks back at Vaas who is slowly recovering from the lord's abuse and gives the others an agitated flick of his wrist, while holding Jason with his one arm against him. The sniper along with Ceria are forced to leave the room and she's frightened to the very soul.
No one is here to save her from this big man. No one gives a damn!
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"Come on Jason, I didn't hit you that hard boy," Hoyt says with a sigh and carries the young man over to the little couch to the far left of the office against the large windows. Jason groans as Hoyt drops him onto the dirty couch, one arm flopping like dead weight over the side, with his mouth slightly open. Vaas is seen leaning over the large desk, wiping away the dried blood from his nose with the back of his bandaged hand. Hoyt listens to Vaas curse in Spanish but decides to keep his focus on Jason.
"Get the hell out of here!" Hoyt screams at Vaas and the pirate King proudly takes Hoyt's advice and leaves the room, making sure to slam the door so hard that one of Hoyt's pictures falls off the wall and sure enough one does. Hoyt looks across the room at the broken glass, another damn mess that Vaas has made and returns his attention back to Jason, pretty much passed out on the couch. Curious as he is, Hoyt gazes up and down the length of Jason's body, taking in every little detail about it. Hoyt Volker would be lying if he said he had never fucked another man before, enjoyed it and all but he'd be telling the truth if he were to say he'd never owned a man slave for his own pleasure. All of his slaves in the past were women and very beautiful, young and clean. Hoyt just has to have Jason Brody, the so-called Warrior as his own, mark him with his poisonous blood, take him like the virgin women he had fucked so many times before and make him feel like there is no one else in the world but Hoyt Volker who can make Jason Brody beg and plead for more.
The humidity makes Hoyt's head dance so he tugs at the collar of his red undershirt, hoping to free some of the burning heat and it does Hoyt wonders. He continues to stare at the American; Vaas' young face appears in center of Hoyt's mind and he tries to shake it away but he can't. Vaas was the first man and he assumed the only man that Hoyt would ever fuck but he doesn't believe that anymore, not while Jason is still here.
Vaas was 19 years old when Hoyt took the only virginity that the boy had left and he enjoyed every second of the half hour. Since then the only gender that Hoyt was sticking his boy into was female. He had always thought of Vaas Montenegro as his son but after that night, the intimate thought was lost forever. Hoyt Volker had experienced hell growing up but now he's the fucking lord. He's a fucking drug lord and a sex slaver. He loves every god damn minute of every thing he does.