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Harry and James 12/20/20
Dec. 5th, 2020 11:43 pmTime stopped mattering at some point, though Q tried to keep track. He knew he was taken on the last day of November, and that it had, he believed, been twenty days. Twenty days. Five of pure misery and torture. Two drugged up beyond belief. Three settling into his 'new life'.
Ten days he'd been with Rodger Viktor now, but this was the first time he'd been taken out. It was a big event, and he'd been cleaned up, shoved into a suit, and told to behave, or else. Q didn't need to be told twice, not after the last few days. Rodger was violent on a good day, he had no interest in seeing him on a bad one.
For a while he'd let himself fantasise that Harry and James would burst in and rescue him- But each day that passed chipped away at what hope he had. Eventually he had none.
His name now was David, that had been drilled into him early on. He'd lost his glasses a while ago now, and Rodger had no interest in buying him another pair. His hair had been trimmed exceptionally short on the sides, and when he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he didn't recognize the man looking back. He looked broken, pale and slightly too thin. And if he looked tired, it's because he was. Sleep had become something to fear, something done in short bursts when possible.
Here, at the party, Rodger kept introducing him as his partner, pinching the boffin's side as hard as he could if he didn't smile fast enough or take offered hands. He'd been told not to drink unless given a drink. Told not to speak unless Rodger was at his side. Still, it almost felt like freedom, and panic set in as he realized Rodger was getting bored and itching to leave.
"We should dance," Q suggested, offering a smile and attempting to turn on the charm.
"You want to dance with me?" Rodger asked, looking doubtful.
"It's been a nice night, a dance would be lovely," Q lied.
Rodger seemed to soften at that. Cruel as he could be, he'd picked Q because he liked the look of him. Having the boffin even a little interested fed into his ego.
"I suppose we can dance. Let's have another drink first. Give me a fair excuse before I trod on your toes..." Rodger agreed. "Stay here, I'll fetch us each a glass. Do not wander."
Q nodded, though part of him did wonder if he could slip out. ...Unlikely given the security.
Ten days he'd been with Rodger Viktor now, but this was the first time he'd been taken out. It was a big event, and he'd been cleaned up, shoved into a suit, and told to behave, or else. Q didn't need to be told twice, not after the last few days. Rodger was violent on a good day, he had no interest in seeing him on a bad one.
For a while he'd let himself fantasise that Harry and James would burst in and rescue him- But each day that passed chipped away at what hope he had. Eventually he had none.
His name now was David, that had been drilled into him early on. He'd lost his glasses a while ago now, and Rodger had no interest in buying him another pair. His hair had been trimmed exceptionally short on the sides, and when he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he didn't recognize the man looking back. He looked broken, pale and slightly too thin. And if he looked tired, it's because he was. Sleep had become something to fear, something done in short bursts when possible.
Here, at the party, Rodger kept introducing him as his partner, pinching the boffin's side as hard as he could if he didn't smile fast enough or take offered hands. He'd been told not to drink unless given a drink. Told not to speak unless Rodger was at his side. Still, it almost felt like freedom, and panic set in as he realized Rodger was getting bored and itching to leave.
"We should dance," Q suggested, offering a smile and attempting to turn on the charm.
"You want to dance with me?" Rodger asked, looking doubtful.
"It's been a nice night, a dance would be lovely," Q lied.
Rodger seemed to soften at that. Cruel as he could be, he'd picked Q because he liked the look of him. Having the boffin even a little interested fed into his ego.
"I suppose we can dance. Let's have another drink first. Give me a fair excuse before I trod on your toes..." Rodger agreed. "Stay here, I'll fetch us each a glass. Do not wander."
Q nodded, though part of him did wonder if he could slip out. ...Unlikely given the security.
