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Blackness surrounded him as he woke up. There was no light saved for the one creeping out underneath the door. His hands were numbed from being bounded up so tightly that the circulation has been cut off. He gritted his teeth and tried to flex his arms, but it was no use. The gag chafed the corners of his lips and his tongue was dry. Throat parched, he tried to gather up some saliva, desperate to soothe the overwhelming thirst. He could feel the barely-healed wounds stinging his sore flesh and he winced each time he made the tiniest movement. Then he realized, much to his relief, that he was alone in the dark bedroom. That meant he had time to recover somewhat. A flashback from the last session ran through his mind and he shuddered. Not from the cold. He swallowed thickly and shifted so that he was in a sitting position, his back sagging against the wall. Once his head stopped spinning, he checked what other injuries he had the best he could with his hands tied behind him. His ribs were tender and his hips incredibly sore. He chewed on the inside of his cheeks; there was still one more thing he had to check, and he really didn’t want to. Holding his breath, he gingerly spread his legs. If it hurt, then that meant Kurt visited him while he was unconscious . . . but if it didn't hurt, he had to wait for the pendejo to return. There was no jolting pain shooting through him once he fully spread his legs.
Fuck.
Despair crashed into him, hard; his entire form started trembling and his eyes pricked with tears. His worst fear had come true. As if on cue, there were footsteps thudding outside the room. Instinctually, he knew those feet belonged to Kurt. He curled up into a tight ball. 'Please don’t come towards the door. Please don’t walk in here,' he thought semi-hysterically, a sudden urge to throw up washing through him. He flinched when he heard keys jangling and the doorknob rattling violently.
Shit.
His already-shaky breathings faltered when the door opened and Kurt stepped in. His stomach sank and he pressed himself against the wall. A terrified whimper escaped past his lips, muffled by the disgusting gag the bastard had so kindly shoved into his mouth last time.
Kurt smiled and walked over to the petrified man who was trying so hard to meld into the gray wall. “Hello, love, it has been a while, hmm?”
He recoiled at Kurt’s comment and scrambled away from the lecherous hands reaching out for him. Then his head was yanked back and he felt teeth softly nipping at his exposed throat. He mewled and tried to twist his face away. He heard Kurt snarled, the guttural noise setting off goosebumps in him.
“Where do you think you’re going, pet?”
He jerked away from his boss, choking on a cry as he was slammed against the wall. He struggled futilely, straining from the nails that dug into the raw flesh. Then pain evaporated into outright terror as he realized hands went to pull his sweatpants down. He thrust one knee up into Kurt’s chin and felt a grim sense of satisfaction as the other man howled and backed off.
“Goddammit, you brat,” Kurt snarled, backhanding the younger wrestler hard across the face.
He winced from the biting slap, tensing up as Kurt raised a fist again. But there was none to come. His chin was lifted up and timid brown eyes met icy blue for a brief second.
“I’m not in the mood anymore. You always manage to ruin everything. I’ll come back later. Thanks God the company gave us a week off,” Kurt snarled and walked off, closing the door with a harsh slam.
He took in deep, unsettling breath. He wasn’t expecting for the boss to give up so quickly, but he wasn’t going to question Kurt’s actions. He curled up on the floor, trying to stop the shakings, but it was no use. He screwed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. He just wanted to get the hell out of here.
A tiny, pathetic sob escaped from him and he pressed his face onto the cold floor; the quiet cries echoing around the room.
~ Stained ~