But A Shadow

Cyr was angry with me when our kiss ended. His eyes narrowed down at me. “I don’t want you high like this,” he pushed away from me. “Go to your room and I will bring you something to take it away,” I didn’t want that because I was enjoying it.

“And give me the drugs he gave you,” I handed them over to him.

“Why did you let me take them then?” I said peevishly.

He pivoted and his face was darkly thoughtful. “It was a mistake and one I won’t make again, be gone and obey.”

I wanted to rail, wanted to defy him but he scared me on so many levels. So I went up the stairs wondering what he could have that would make me feel normal again.

I was looking out the window when he came in. He gripped my head and a needle slid into my carotid artery. I fell to my knees and screamed as a burning sensation went through me. “What is that shit?” I shouted holding my neck.

Cyr looked down at me. “It’s a substance I like to call fire, it burns away chemicals in the blood, the pain will pass.”

“You are never to do that drug again, is that understood?” I crawled to the bed and grabbed the post and hoisted myself up on it.

I had no reply just curled up on my side away from his gaze which scorched me as surely as the injection did. “Answer me Briar,” he said coming closer.

“Why couldn’t I just be high?” I said through my haze. The pain was unbearable and it seemed to last forever.

“Look at me boy,” he commanded. He waited until I did. “Because it dulled the light in your eyes and gave you too much distance from me,” then he closed the door and I heard him going down the steps. It was a creepy thing for him to say.

An hour passed and when I couldn’t contain my screams any longer I screamed until I thought the glass would shatter. Cyr entered and gagged me. Then I just let loose for the next and last ten minutes of this hell. It was aptly named fire, because it left ashes and pain in its wake.  Finally like a blazing forest the last tree, or fragment of my high was gone. As if Cyr knew the exact timing of the drug he came in and stood in the doorway. He had taken off his cable knit and wore a plain black t-shirt underneath, black as his hair, black as his soul.

“You are as beautiful as those flowers out there,” his words echoed in my mind.

“Get up,” his tone was unreadable. He undid my gag.

My skin felt stretched and my knees weak. I tottered to my feet. We went into the study and this time there was no fire in the hearth. He texted and Celeste came in and made one. She carefully avoided looking at me. “Himself is coming home soon,” he told me after she left.

I felt terrified at this. “Where’s he been?”

Cyr ignored my question and lit a cigarette. I got mine out and did the same. The smoke felt like a blanket, so comforting. “Himself is everywhere, he has houses on every continent,” he said at last, his tone soft. It was the sort of thing Christians said about God.

“Why though?” but he was done talking about his boss.

“I’ve said too much already, how do you feel?”

I shrugged. “Not great but not spun out,” he nodded at this.

I was greatly curious about how Kelly had known of Cyr and why he’d called him that but I knew Cyr wouldn’t tell me. 

“Why do you want me to want only you?”

That was a mistake. He picked me up and tossed me to the floor moving with such speed and power. He crouched down and the fire glowed around his cheeks. “Do you think you have captured me? Do you think me in love with you?” he snarled.

I trembled and shook my head. “No Cyr,” I cried.

He gripped my head in a vice grip. “I don’t love, ever, I possess” he said in a grave solemn way. It was only his arrogance that demanded that I desire him only. He released me and stood up.

He got out his phone. “Henri, come here, to the study, Briar needs to be watched,” I felt relieved that it wouldn’t be Giraud to watch me. Just like that was his polished self again.

He stowed it away. “I have a meeting to attend, be good while I am away,” I was curious what sort of meeting happened at one in the morning, but said nothing.

I watched his shadow more than his form, it was long and dark. Henri appeared five minutes later. He was dressed more causally than I’d ever seen. He wore a white polo with dark khakis, it should have been nerdy but he pulled it off. He sat down in Cyr’s seat without a word to me. “I heard you scream,” he said after a bit.

He said no more but I could almost feel his caring about that scream. “Where’s Giraud?”

He turned his head and his eyes were sparkling with unuttered laughter. “He’s in New York for Oprah’s retirement ceremony,” I chuckled at this.  

We went to the lower level. He sat across from me and I could feel his gaze lingering on my face. “You are very enticing to look at,” he said after a minute. My hands twisted in my lap and I lit a smoke.

His phone rang and his expression grew dark. “Yes I understand, I’ll bring him,” he hung up.

“Cyr has a client for you,” I was shocked. I’d been sure that he wouldn’t share me until he’d had me first, but some part of me thought that this was his way of showing me just how little I meant to him. He was proving that it didn’t matter in the slightest if I he was my first in this web of darkness that I now lived in.

“Should I change?”

Henri shook his head. “No this one likes them to look as young as possible,” this turned my stomach.

“Come we can’t keep him waiting,” he seemed almost worried. Which was scary because Henri is a cool character nothing ever ruffled him.

We went up the stairs and I noticed that Henri had a nice ass before I remembered that I was going to get fucked. It stung that Cyr had thrown me to the wolves so soon.

We got into a jeep because the limo was gone of course. It was a weird vehicle for a guy like him to drive but I made no comment on it. I was tensing, putting my client face on, it felt odd after so many days of not being what I really am. I would no longer be allowed to forget. We drove into downtown, the buildings seemed to reach for me, calling me into dark rooms. And then into the Quarter. We came to the Hotel Montolone, I’d been here before, a few times. It was for the very rich.

Henri didn’t park and avoided looking at me. “Be obedient Briar,” he said pulling away.  I didn’t even have a chance to ask what room he was in. Turns out I didn’t need to. Cyr was in the lobby when I entered. A dark small smile was on his ripe mouth. “Room 100, don’t disappoint him,” he said when I got close enough. He was getting vengeance. “I’ve already informed the front desk that you are expected, I will know when you’re through,”  he patted my cheek and walked out. My legs felt watery, as if they were suddenly all cartilage.

I went to the elevator and he must have described me well because no one stopped me. I pushed the proper button. It was time to earn my keep. Oh well, I thought. I adjusted my leather jacket and plastered on a smoldering look, which isn’t hard for me. With my light eyes and dark hair and wanton mouth, it’s almost hard for me to look any other way. My beauty is a sword in my heart and a useful thing too.

I stopped at the end of a long hallway and felt a shiver go over me. It was like something out of the Shining… you know that scene when those weird little girls show up? I walked towards the door and then knocked when I came to it. The man who answered wasn’t ugly to my relief, not that it mattered all that much. He was my height almost, maybe a tiny bit shorter. His hair was short and straight, a medium shade of brown, his eyes were a light shade of blue. He had a sculpted mouth and wore a suit of brown with faint stripes.

“Briar come in,” he said expansively. The suite was in the top tier of what you could get here, I should know.

He poured himself a drink and made me one. I hated it but I drank it down, needed the distance it would provide. When the glass was empty he refilled it. My head was heavy and buzzing. “They tell me you are still a child,” he murmured crossing his legs. His eyes burned from his pale face. He crossed his legs and stared at me. I felt sickened by his words. “Take off your jacket slut,” he ordered.

“I’m not a slut, I get paid to spread,” I said, still doing as he commanded.

“Whatever,” he said seeming annoyed with my statement.

He was drunk but in control of himself, so there goes my hope that he wouldn’t be able to get it up. At least he was fit, and not too old. I judged him to be in his late thirties. He took of his own jacket. “Cyr was right, you are even more beautiful than the last one he sheltered,” I had no comment.

“Can I smoke in here?”

The man shook his head. “No take your clothing off child,” his eyes glowed as he said that word.

My hands were steady as I lifted the shirt off. I was proud of me. When my hands went to the button of my jeans the man hissed. “Slowly,” he said in a husky way.

I did as he wished. Then I was in my briefs, but when I went to remove them he stopped me. “No, I will do it,” he said. His accent was Midwestern which was strange to me for some reason.

He pushed me to the bed. He tore my briefs down and I stepped out of them. “Get on your knees boy,” he said. I did and he pushed his rather small dick in my mouth. He immediately swelled in my mouth, under my skillful attention. I’m a beast at blowing.

His hands went into my hair. “Yes that’s good,” he moaned. I already knew that and almost smiled at how trite and common place it was to hear. He forced my head down deeper and his dick was so short it didn’t come close to getting my gag reflex going even when I was practically swallowing his balls. He pushed me away before he could cum and bid me stand. Our eyes met and he frowned. “He didn’t tell me you would be so tall,” he complained.

“No matter lie down on your back,” I tried not to smirk as I did my job, this was going to be a cake walk. I heard the sound of a cap popping. Then he entered me after greasing. “This may hurt,” I couldn’t help it I laughed.

The rage that came over his face was hysterical and I laughed and laughed, like a loon. Then I stopped as he began to beat me and rape me. He punched me again and again, till my mouth was gushing blood. I tried to fight him off, but he was bulkier than me, and so enraged that it had given him an inhuman strength.

“You motherfucker,” he kept saying in a low way so that he wouldn’t draw the hotel staff to his room I supposed. My left eye was already swelling. He was fucking me fast and furiously and I could barely feel his cock in my ass. He choked me as he came inside me.  Cum oozed from me just as blood did from my broken mouth.

The door was kicked in. Cyr walked in. He ripped him off me. A man was to his left. “Take him to the limo, don’t make a scene,” he said to him. Then he looked at me. His expression was dead but his eyes weren’t.

“Briar,” he said moving towards me. He threw me clothing and I dressed and groaned in pain.

“He will not only die for this abuse of you but he will meet himself,” he said into my ear. “You are too valuable to be abused in a such a fashion.”

We left the hotel and when I got in across from the man, I smelled piss and saw his pants were soaked. I smiled at him. It was evil of me but whatever. Cyr wasn’t pleased to have his limo soiled and punched him so hard that the man passed out. I found that strange smile wouldn’t leave my face for a minute. I was more than happy this pedophile was going to get his, I only wished that I could watch what would surely be a horrifying death.

I will try to update again later. Thanks for your support. I wasn’t happy with last chapter, but whatever.