begin with?” Constantine asked as his bottomless eyes stared at Kamiko for an answer.
Kamiko refused to give him one.
“I see you are just as stubborn as your mate.” Whatever.
Kamiko was proud to be compared to Takeo. If this smug bastard was about to kill him, Kamiko would go knowing that he loved Takeo with all his heart.
Too bad he never got the chance to tell him. That would be his only regret. He should have told the warrior that he was the very air Kamiko breathed. He wanted Constantine dead for robbing him of that opportunity.
“He was the one who had locked me away so long ago. Do you know what it’s like to live in those detention cells?” Kamiko remained quiet.
“No matter,” Constantine continued, “I will have my revenge by taking you away from the warrior. He will know what it’s like to lose everything. I made sure Takeo wouldn’t remember this place. It’s someplace I like to bring those I want to play with a little longer. And you”—Constantine ran a knuckle down Kamiko’s face, making him want to vomit at the touch—“you will be my honored guest here. I will make sure you see true horrors before you die.” The words chilled Kamiko to his bones, but he kept a stoic face.
He knew that Constantine was trying to evoke some kind of emotion from him. But Kamiko wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
He might not know how to physically fight, but there were other ways to fight, and Kamiko was fighting Constantine right now by not giving him what he wanted. He could see the irritation in the demon’s eyes from his refusal to speak.
The chains that bound his arms began to rattle, echoing in the concrete room as Kamiko shook uncontrollably. Constantine removed a long whip from the wall, pure evil showing in his eyes as he turned back around. Kamiko braced himself, refusing to close his eyes as the sound of the whip cracked through the air.
His flesh felt like it was being peeled away from his body, but Kamiko refused to cry. As badly as he wanted to scream, he kept his lips tightly closed. Kamiko held on to images of Takeo taking him, mating him, and that was what he concentrated on as Constantine continued to bleed him.
Takeo was a handsome man, gentle, kind. He had always taken his time with Kamiko, showing him things that he could only dream of. The man had made him laugh on so many occasions that Kamiko had lost count. He was glad that they had become friends before lovers, and then mates.
It gave him a chance to see the real Takeo.
Kamiko smiled as he remembered the first time he had laid eyes on Takeo. The man had entered his room from the closet, scaring the daylights out of Kamiko. But after spending the night convincing Kamiko that he meant no harm, Kamiko had let his guard down and placed his trust in the warrior.
A trust he still gave Takeo to this very day.
“You smile as I whip you?” Constantine bellowed in outrage. “I must be losing my touch.”
Kamiko turned his head, refusing to answer as he slammed his eyes closed. He knew the blows were going to come harder, faster, and he wanted to melt away from this place as he thought of his warrior.
The last thing Kamiko saw before he blacked out was the smile that always seemed to be on Takeo’s face whenever he visited.
He took that smile with him as he was swept under in the sea of unconsciousness.
* * * *
Takeo clenched his jaw as he stared at the building he had escaped from. He had all his memories now since the keeper unlocked them.
Memories Takeo wished he could have kept locked away.
He remembered the hours of torture Constantine and others had inflicted upon him. It rivaled the memories Takeo had of Baku. He wasn’t sure how he was standing here sane after remembering everything the demon had done to him, but Takeo was grateful for that small miracle.
He had tried to walk through a shadow into the building he was now staring at, but the place seemed to negate his powers. He was going to have to
Kamiko refused to give him one.
“I see you are just as stubborn as your mate.” Whatever.
Kamiko was proud to be compared to Takeo. If this smug bastard was about to kill him, Kamiko would go knowing that he loved Takeo with all his heart.
Too bad he never got the chance to tell him. That would be his only regret. He should have told the warrior that he was the very air Kamiko breathed. He wanted Constantine dead for robbing him of that opportunity.
“He was the one who had locked me away so long ago. Do you know what it’s like to live in those detention cells?” Kamiko remained quiet.
“No matter,” Constantine continued, “I will have my revenge by taking you away from the warrior. He will know what it’s like to lose everything. I made sure Takeo wouldn’t remember this place. It’s someplace I like to bring those I want to play with a little longer. And you”—Constantine ran a knuckle down Kamiko’s face, making him want to vomit at the touch—“you will be my honored guest here. I will make sure you see true horrors before you die.” The words chilled Kamiko to his bones, but he kept a stoic face.
He knew that Constantine was trying to evoke some kind of emotion from him. But Kamiko wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
He might not know how to physically fight, but there were other ways to fight, and Kamiko was fighting Constantine right now by not giving him what he wanted. He could see the irritation in the demon’s eyes from his refusal to speak.
The chains that bound his arms began to rattle, echoing in the concrete room as Kamiko shook uncontrollably. Constantine removed a long whip from the wall, pure evil showing in his eyes as he turned back around. Kamiko braced himself, refusing to close his eyes as the sound of the whip cracked through the air.
His flesh felt like it was being peeled away from his body, but Kamiko refused to cry. As badly as he wanted to scream, he kept his lips tightly closed. Kamiko held on to images of Takeo taking him, mating him, and that was what he concentrated on as Constantine continued to bleed him.
Takeo was a handsome man, gentle, kind. He had always taken his time with Kamiko, showing him things that he could only dream of. The man had made him laugh on so many occasions that Kamiko had lost count. He was glad that they had become friends before lovers, and then mates.
It gave him a chance to see the real Takeo.
Kamiko smiled as he remembered the first time he had laid eyes on Takeo. The man had entered his room from the closet, scaring the daylights out of Kamiko. But after spending the night convincing Kamiko that he meant no harm, Kamiko had let his guard down and placed his trust in the warrior.
A trust he still gave Takeo to this very day.
“You smile as I whip you?” Constantine bellowed in outrage. “I must be losing my touch.”
Kamiko turned his head, refusing to answer as he slammed his eyes closed. He knew the blows were going to come harder, faster, and he wanted to melt away from this place as he thought of his warrior.
The last thing Kamiko saw before he blacked out was the smile that always seemed to be on Takeo’s face whenever he visited.
He took that smile with him as he was swept under in the sea of unconsciousness.
* * * *
Takeo clenched his jaw as he stared at the building he had escaped from. He had all his memories now since the keeper unlocked them.
Memories Takeo wished he could have kept locked away.
He remembered the hours of torture Constantine and others had inflicted upon him. It rivaled the memories Takeo had of Baku. He wasn’t sure how he was standing here sane after remembering everything the demon had done to him, but Takeo was grateful for that small miracle.
He had tried to walk through a shadow into the building he was now staring at, but the place seemed to negate his powers. He was going to have to
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