Notes: Well, this chapter doesn't have any explicit content, but if you've read chapter 2 of Rock Bottom, you know next one is bad... I'm part of a discord channel dedicated to Skeet Ulrich and Matthew Lillard. Let me know if you're interested in joining. Just reach me out here or in my twitter stuillyficker96 or tumblr iwritesomeshit. You're more than welcome to join :D
Finally, Roman pulls away, rolling onto his back, panting and sweating, his cock shining wet and slick from a mixture of lube and his own cum.
Roman stared at Billy, trying to make out the young man's thoughts.
"I enjoyed that, did you?"
Billy wants to say no, to lie, and to pretend that he doesn't, to maintain this facade of hatred towards Roman and nothing more. But that would be an obvious lie.
"Yes," he finally admits a few moments later, in a whisper. "I did."
"Then why are you so ashamed?" Roman asks in a curious tone, raising his eyebrow.
Billy just looks at Roman, a bit overwhelmed by being asked such a direct question.
"I guess I just feel like it was wrong..." He shrugs and says, "Of me to do... of me to enjoy... I don't know."
"It seems your brain melted, after all," Roman snorts.
"It was definitely a lot to take in." Billy sighs, his face flushed, his voice slightly hoarse from all of the grunting and moaning he had just been doing. It had indeed been a lot more than he had expected, and far easier than he had hoped for either. But in the end, he had to admit to himself that he had enjoyed it.
"So... I take it you're not going to cry?" Roman asks with a smirk. "I might be impressed; I thought you would be crying now. Maybe I went too easy on you," he chuckles.
"If I was going to cry, I would have done it already." Billy's tone is a little bit sharp, but at the same time, he knows it's just a joke. He's still not exactly in the mood for jokes just yet.
Still, even though his emotions are a tangle of resentment, hatred, and shame, a bit of him recognizes that maybe Roman had gone easy on him, and he knows that he should be grateful for that... even if he does not particularly want to admit it outright.
"Maybe you should have been rougher," he hisses out. "I might have liked it more then."
Roman laughs genuinely.
"I have no doubts you would have liked it rougher at some point," he says, amused. "It's been written all over your face since the day I met you, Billy." He leans his face closer, a smirk on his face. "That you're a pillow biter."
"Shut up," he growls, but there's less heat and anger in his voice than there had been before. "I am not a 'pillow biter," he sniffs, clearly trying not to laugh and clearly not wanting to admit that he had found the comment mildly amusing.
"Is that what you're so ashamed of, Billy?" Roman keeps taunting him, amused. "Don't tell me; your parents would be disappointed," he says, with a bit of sarcasm in it. "Your mother, if she were still alive? Your father, if he cared about you?"
Billy freezes, clearly hit by his last comment, even as Roman chuckles at it.
"What did you just say?" he asks, his voice shaking slightly and his whole body trembling. "What... what did you just say about..." He looks up at Roman, his eyes filled with confusion and pain. What do you know about my mother's death?"
That seems to catch Roman off guard. He looks back at Billy, and Billy sees a flash of surprise and confusion in his eyes. After a moment, he shrugs.
"Just something I heard about," he says, and Billy can see that there's something in his expression that he doesn't understand. He wants to ask about it, but instead, he just swallows his words and nods, trying not to let it show how much that comment upset him.
But if Roman knows about the way his mother died, Billy wants to know. It's the one thing he's wanted to know since he came back to Woodsboro and his father closed the door in his face.
"When she died…" he says, his voice cracking and breaking a bit, "how, how… how did she die?" He hesitates for a moment, but then he keeps talking: "Did someone…"
He cuts himself off when the words did someone kill her? come to his mind, and he shakes his head, not wanting to admit even aloud that he had just thought of that.
Roman looks at him, a bit surprised that Billy doesn't know these things. He looks at the clock and frowns.
"I'll have to leave, Billy. If you behave," he says in a cold tone "I'll let you know how your mother died, supposedly." he smirks a little. "Do we have a deal?"
Billy's face falls a bit at that.
"Fine." he says at last, "But if you don't keep your end of the deal, I swear to God I'll... I'll..." He wants to threaten Roman, but his brain just can't find the words, and his voice fades from threatening to a quiet, pained whisper. "I'll do something... bad."
"There you go again, agreeing without knowing what 'behave' entails," Roman chuckles, but he stands and takes the handcuffs' key to take them away from Billy. "I'll leave you alone to read about your mother's death while I'm gone. But you're going to be restrained. Okay?"
"What if I need to use the bathroom?" he asks, his eyes narrowing slightly with suspicion, his voice even quieter now as he looks at Roman.
What if he's lying, and just wants him to not be able to move while he's gone? Billy doesn't trust him at all, not a single bit.
"You'll have to... wait," Roman says, shrugging his shoulders. He opens the handcuffs and leaves them aside. "Can you walk?" He asks, looking at Billy's sprained ankle. He grips it and twists it to see the damage.
"Ow!" Billy yells out as Roman twists his injured ankle.
"I can walk; it just hurts really bad." He hisses out, trying to ignore the way his ankle is hurting so much. "Is that what you want, Roman? To make it hurt more?"
"I'm just making sure it's not broken," he chuckles. "Get under the covers, Billy." He says this while walking towards the wardrobe, looking for something.
"I'm not getting under the covers like some kind of child!" Billy mutters, "I can walk, and I'm not getting under the covers!"
He starts to get up, but he nearly collapses back onto the bed as his injured ankle gives way. It's clear that he can't put much pressure on it at all.
"Just... just help me get up," he growls, and he makes no attempt to hide his frustration.
"I said, behave, and you agreed." Roman says it through gritted teeth.
"This isn't what I agreed to!" Billy spits it out again, getting frustrated as he realizes that he's not going to win this battle. But his stubborn temper gets the better of him as he tries to get up again and nearly falls. He lets out a grunt of pain as he finally gives up and sinks back onto the bed. "Fine, fine," he growls, "I'll do it; I'll get under the covers, just... just help me, alright!"
"Why?" Roman asks with a stoic expression. "You have a healthy leg and two hands. Crawl on four legs if you have to, I don't mind," and he keeps looking in the wardrobe.
Billy just stares at Roman in disbelief as he says this, a flash of anger on his face. He takes a deep breath, trying to contain his rage and not lash out at Roman.
In the end, he just sighs.
"Just... just help me, please?" He asks, and a look of genuine pain and anguish is on his face as he says this.
He can't help but admit to himself that he does, in fact, need help. He can barely put any weight on his injured leg, and his wrists are still hurting from being restrained for a while.
"You can do it, Billy. You were pretty good in four a moment ago, moaning like a..." Roman snorts.
Billy nearly seethes with rage at that, but once again, he forces himself to rein it in. This is not the time to pick a fight if he wants Roman to keep his end of the deal and tell him the truth about his mother. He takes a few deep breaths, then huffs.
"Fine, whatever," he hisses, crawling like a wounded dog over to the bed and getting under the covers with an absolutely furious look on his face.
Roman doesn't say anything, he doesn't even smirk. His face is expressionless, as he approaches the bed with another kind of cuff.
"You'll need your hand to read, and your ankle is hurt, so I suppose that only leaves..." He looks at Billy's eyes for a moment, his face close, and says, "your neck."
"What did you just... you can't be serious." Billy is in disbelief at the idea that Roman would even suggest something like this. And yet at the same time, he can already feel the collar being fastened around his neck, and he feels his face turning bright red as he realizes that this is really happening. "You can't do this to me, Roman," he hisses, his voice shaking. "This is sick!"
"It will only be while I'm gone," Roman says, attaching it to the headboard. "It's long enough if you want to sleep; you won't feel it at all," he chuckles.
"This is humiliating!" Billy snaps, "You're seriously going to make me wear the same kind of collar that people use for dogs? What am I, a pet to you?"
He stares at Roman, his face filled with contempt and rage. Even in his humiliation and frustration, he can't help but feel that this is all about power, that Roman is only doing this because he wants to show that he has complete control over Billy, and that he can do whatever he wants with him.
"It's not a pet collar," Roman laughs softly. "Well, you don't have to know that."
He stands up, takes his clothes and goes into the shower, leaving Billy alone in the bedroom for a while.
Billy is fuming, as he sits there, trying to process what just happened.
He can't help but feel just a bit humiliated by everything that Roman just did. Being forced to crawl like a dog and then being made to wear a collar around his neck, and all of this happening while Roman just stood there laughing and smirking and treating him like a pet, it's just making Billy feel so humiliated and angry.
What has he ever done to deserve this?
Roman got out of the bathroom half an hour later, ready to leave. He took his glasses from the table and asked:
"Are you ready to read?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," Billy spits out, his voice still filled with resentment and anger towards Roman for everything that he had just gone through. He's still a bit stiff and sore from everything that he's just been put through, but he's ready to get this over with and to learn the truth about his mother. "Just tell me already," he says, his voice a little bit softer than it had been before but still a bit tight with anger.
Roman nods and goes to the living room without saying a word. He takes his time, and for a moment Billy wonders if he's gone, but then he comes back with a book, a plate with water, and a couple of sandwiches in the other hand. He leaves them on the table and gives the book to Billy. The book is College Terror by Gale Weathers.
Billy looks at the book in his hand, and then he looks up at Roman.
"Is this?" he mutters. "Is this a joke or something?" He looks back at the book in his hands, and then looks back up at Roman, shaking his head a little bit. But Billy thinks he already knows the answer to his question. Roman isn't joking at all. "You're... you're being completely serious here, aren't you?"
He reads the back cover of the book, where it explains that it follows the events of the 1997 killing spree around the Windsor College campus area and nearby in Ohio, committed by copycat serial killers Nancy Loomis and her accomplice, a hired contract killer named Mickey Altieri.
"That's the official version of how your mother died," Roman says nonchalantly. "These are for… your ankle, '' he adds, leaving two pills over the table.
"The official version, huh?" Billy says, his eye twitches a bit, and he's starting to get visibly upset again. "So what actually happened then?"
As he asks this, he picks up the pills and takes them, swallowing them without saying anything else.
"Who knows? I wasn't there," Roman says, shrugging his shoulders. "Read the book, and then we can discuss it, Billy," he says in a serious and authoritative voice. "I'm leaving now."
Billy gives Roman a long and intense stare. Then, he looks down at the book in his hands.
"Fine," he says quietly, "I'll read the damn book."
He opens the book, taking in the title and the opening paragraphs. From there, he starts to read, and then he starts to read rapidly as he dives deeper into the book. Billy is so caught up in the book that he loses track of time, and he doesn't notice when Roman has left.
He gets quickly to the part where it describes how Sidney and Mrs. Loomis had a confrontation in which his mother was winning, but Cotton Weary appeared and shot her in the throat, ending her life and her plans of revenge on Sidney for murdering him. Sidney gave her the final shot in the head.
Then Gale appeared and helped Sidney shoot and kill Mickey, who had a little life left in him, which ended his plan of getting caught and blaming the movies.
So Sidney had killed his mother…
Billy finishes reading the book, and then he closes it and looks down at the table beside him. He feels his heart beating in his chest, his body tense from the shock of everything he had just read, and for a moment, he has no idea what to think.
This is so much to take in, and he does feel the urge to lash out or to do something... dark. He has to resist that urge, however, and he just stares at the book in his hands, letting that information sink in.
Billy lays the book back down on the table and sinks back against the headboard. He feels numb and in disbelief, not knowing what to think or feel. His heart is pounding, and he looks like he's been through hell.
After the realization hits him, he starts to cry, and he just keeps crying as the hours pass by, until eventually he passes out from exhaustion.
The clock on the nightstand reads 3 a.m., and Billy is still sleeping soundly with the heavy collar still affixed to his neck. He wakes up in the middle of the night, his body still sore from the struggle that he has been through with Roman.
He's still wearing the collar, and the pain in his ankle is a constant reminder of how angry he is at the situation that he's in.
For a moment, he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, as he tries to process everything that had happened. But then, he starts to cry again, his tears staining the pillow beneath him as he remembers everything that he learned from reading the book.
The truth of what happened the night of his mother's murder is too much for him, and he feels a new wave of sadness and grief, and rage wash over him. He's angry, too angry at everyone who played a part in taking his mother from him. He can't believe that she's truly gone, that he'll never get to see her again.
Billy is filled with so many emotions, he doesn't know how to take them all in.
The sound of the door interrupts his thoughts. Roman walks inside in silence, a blank expression on his face. He isn't wearing his glasses.
Billy wipes his eyes and looks up as he hears the sound of the door opening, and his heart starts to race with anxiety. He stares at Roman, his expression filled with fear and uncertainty. Roman looks at him, and Billy can't help but feel that he is trying to figure him out, trying to decide what he should do with him.
Billy trembles, unsure of what is coming next. He feels like he's being watched, like he's in danger. He desperately wants to do something, to fight back or to run, but he can't move, and his tears are starting to come again.
"Why are you awake?" Roman asks in a cold voice, resting against the door frame.
"Did you think I could just sleep through this?" Billy snaps, his eyes narrowing. "Being kept here like some kind of prisoner? Being forced to wear this collar like some kind of animal?"
Billy's anger and frustration start to boil over, and he wants to do something to get back at Roman for doing this to him. But he can't. He feels helpless and trapped. "Are you going to let me out?" he asks, his voice quavering with emotion.
Roman glares at him, then turns around and leaves the room. He goes to the kitchen and takes a beer from the fridge, before going back into the bedroom. He leaves his coat on the desk and sits in the bed, opening the can in silence, without giving Billy a glance.
Billy's heart sinks, as he watches Roman leave the room without answering him or doing anything. He feels helpless, and his anger starts to build again, but he tries to keep it under control. He tries to calm himself down, and he just waits for Roman to answer him.
When Roman comes back in with a beer and sits on the bed, something snaps in Billy. He starts to scream.
"Damn you!" he shouts, his voice filled with hatred and fury.
Roman doesn't respond, and Billy starts to thrash against his restraints in an attempt to break free.
Roman looks at him, a frown in his face, making his cold eyes more menacing.
"Do you want to hurt yourself?" he asks through gritted teeth.
"Hurt myself? You already hurt me!" Billy shouts, his voice filled with anger and hurt. His eyes start to well up with tears, as he continues to struggle madly against his restraints. "You made me wear this collar like some kind of animal, you didn't even give me a choice or anything."
Billy can barely contain his anger, and the hurt on his face gives away just how much all of this has affected him. In his anger and grief, he doesn't realize just how much he's letting his emotions show.
"It was a deal. You willingly agreed to be restrained." Roman says and drinks another sip. "I'm not in the mood for hearing you twisting reality."
"You pressured me, and you know it!" Billy snaps, his voice filled with anger. "It's not like I could leave or anything, because you knew I wanted to know what happened to my mother! You knew I'd agree to anything, so is that any kind of deal at all?" Billy stares up at Roman with contempt, his anger and hatred burning in his eyes. "Let me go!" he demands, his voice shaking with rage.
But, as if to answer him, Roman just takes another sip from his beer, his face stoic and unmoved.
"You are never responsible for what you do, uh?" Roman asks, looking at the floor. "You're always trying to escape from the consequences." He takes another sip, too calm in contrast with Billy's outburst.
"So, this is my fault now?" Billy shouts, struggling against the restraints. "Is that what you think? That I asked to be tied down and treated like a pet?" Billy's eye twitches as he stares up at Roman, his face contorted with rage. "You're the one who forced me into this situation! You're the one who's doing this!"
Billy continues to thrash against the restraints, trying to break free, but he can't. He just stares up at Roman, his hatred and fury reaching their boiling point.
"I'm not treating you like a pet," Roman snorts. "But I could, Billy. Then you'll beg me to restrain you to the bed again..." He chuckles.
Roman's words hit hard. Billy's face turns red as he feels the truth of the situation sink in, and anger and humiliation wash over him again. He stops thrashing in the restraints, his hands clenched into fists, his teeth gnashing. He's quiet for a moment, and his eyes are wide and full of intense hatred and disgust towards Roman.
"You.. you.. you.." His voice trembles, as he tries to calm himself down. "Why would you do this?" he asks, his voice a whisper now. "What have I ever done to you?"
Roman studies his face for a moment, a blank expression on his face. He sips the last of the can, and suddenly throws it away, making Billy flinch.
"You've done nothing..." he says, interlacing his fingers in his lap, looking at the floor. "to me. Do you think that matters, Billy?" He asks in a mocking tone.
It feels almost like a punch in the gut to hear Roman say those words. Billy looks at Roman, his anger quickly turning into shock and hurt.
"Then what is this all about!? What do you get out of keeping me prisoner?" he demands, his voice filled with pain and sadness. "If you wanted me dead, why not just kill me?"
Billy tries to fight the restraints again, but he can't, and he starts to cry in anger, his chest rising and falling as he struggles to keep his emotions in check.
"Why do you assume it's a permanent arrangement?" Roman chuckles, still not looking at him. "I could just let you go in the morning... You're so dramatic..." he says, shaking his head with a smirk.
Billy stops and looks up at Roman with a confused expression, as a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him. His initial reaction is to be relieved at the prospect of being released the next day, but then he hears Roman's words, and he feels a wave of hurt and anger again.
"Then why am I being kept here?" he demands, his voice quivering with hurt and sadness. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Do you want to go back to the streets right now, with your ankle as it is?" Roman asks, looking at him directly in the eyes with a serious expression.
Billy stares up at Roman, his eyes suddenly wide with fear and uncertainty as he realizes just how serious his situation is. His ankle is injured; he doesn't have anywhere else to go, and for a moment, he genuinely thinks about what he had just said.
The reality of the situation hits him hard, and his face turns pale. For a moment, he's speechless, and he just stares at Roman with a mixture of fear and shock.
Roman raises his eyebrow, waiting for an answer. He sighs and stands, walking towards his desk.
"I was going to take the collar off, that was part of the deal. I thought you would be asleep," he admits with a calm demeanor. "You have no patience... You're worse than a child." he laughs, shaking his head. He walks toward the bed with the key in his hands. "Act your age, for once," he says in a mocking tone.
Billy swallows hard, as he feels a wave of relief wash over him after learning that Roman plans to take off the collar after all. He lets out a deep breath, and he looks up at Roman, his face filled with renewed hope.
He watches as Roman walks closer with the key in his hands, and Billy's heart starts to pound with anticipation and excitement.
Finally, Roman gets to the bed, and Billy stares at him, his entire body tensed up. He can't wait to get this collar off, and he just wants to be free.
Roman opens the collar and lets it fall, looking closely at the marks that were made while Billy was struggling. He frowns and shakes his head, bothered.
"Was it necessary?" he asks, looking into Billy's eyes, his face too close.
Billy stares at Roman, his eyes filled with hatred and disgust. He's furious at Roman for keeping him in the collar and for the marks on his neck. But with the collar being taken off, his anger starts to give way to a flood of relief, and he lets out a deep sigh of relief.
"Did you enjoy that, Roman? Did you like seeing me struggle with the collar?" he asks, his voice full of hatred and disgust. He doesn't even bother to hide it, as he stares at Roman with contempt.
No," Roman mutters, his face coming even closer. "But you look pretty when you cry, Billy."
Billy stares at Roman, the hatred and disgust in his eyes growing even more intense. And then, he does something he probably shouldn't have done.
He spits in Roman's face.
Roman closes his eyes, leaning away. He cleans his face with his hand.
"What was that for?" he asks in a soft tone.
"That's for beating me, hurting my ankle, forcing me to have sex with you and keeping me in a collar like a dog!" Billy growls, his face turning a bright red as he glares at Roman. He stares at him with pure venom as his heart races with loathing. "I'm a human being, goddammit! I'm not an animal, and you can't treat me like this!"
Billy shakes with rage, and he can barely keep himself from throwing himself at Roman again. He's just so... so angry and hurt, and he just can't stand this situation anymore.