GarrettXCorvo IV: All of you... is mine [+18]

“Clean it”, Corvo commanded. Garrett frowned, so the assassin spoke again: “Use your tongue, lick it all.”

“You must be kidding…”, the thief moaned.

“Do it. Now”, impatience started growing inside Corvo’s chest.

“No”, Garrett shaked his head and shared a rebellious glance with him.

Unexpectedly, Corvo’s filthy hand gripped Garrett’s jaw hard, his fingers pounding in his face like claws. “You really think you’re in position to refuse, don’t you?” His voice was like a sharp knife cutting the air, freezing any soul around.

Garrett clenched his teeth. Corvo’s touch was painful and quite uncomfortable. But he still held his rebel gaze against those cruel eyes. Then whispered: “I’m not your whore… Corvo.”

“Of course you are”, the assassin disagreed. His fingers gripped harder. Garrett closed his eyes and bit his tongue painfully. Corvo kept talking: “Since the moment you stole the heart and I forced you to give it back to me… Since the moment you said you would do anything I want, so I wouldn’t kill you in return… You, all of you… is mine, Garrett. If I want you to be my whore, you’ll be my whore. Do I speak clearly enough?” Garrett tried to look away in vain. Corvo held is face and bounded him to remain still. “Answer me.”

“… crystal clear”, the thief moaned again and fixed his furious eyes on Corvo’s. Garrett didn’t hide is inner contempt, although Corvo seemed to enjoy it.

“Good”, did Corvo say. “Now obey. Lick it, taste your own desire on my hand, Master Thief”. A cruel smile made his face.

Garrett breathed deeply, while Corvo released his grip, leaving his red finger prints on the skin. Finally the thief frowned again, trambling with rage, but did as he was told by Corvo. His mouth opened and his tongue slowly get over the killer’s palm. The flavour was bitter, as was the shame getting heavier inside. “Damn you… Damn you Corvo… Someday… I’m going to kill you, I swear it”, the thief silently planned in his mind.

“That’s better… don’t you think, Garrett?”, Corvo laughed, his voice crossing the night and making the crows rising their flight from the roof.

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