Thread: ~To the Victor Goes the Spoils - (missedstations x  Fading_Cards)

Curio could not voice any further. Not because he could not find the words, oh he had them, savage and flaming behind his eyelids. It was because he had to put all his strength into strangling the cries trying to struggle out of him. Though some pitches and gasps made it through, they were only the ghosts of what they could have been. Blinked viciously fast, fighting back the water in his eyes. Trying to BREATH as heavy weight and jarring movement boxed him in, made the universe a small insignificant scrap of solid wood and punishing wall of flesh all around him. Bit his own lip, HARD, each time a tremor of something OTHER then discomfort or that sharp slice of pain came with a thrust. The mercenary grunted and spoke gibberish while crushing the blond, making Curio think of a bull. Loud and obnoxious and messy. The fates hated him. The fates hated him because he had tried to cheat him of his death. So this is what he was metted with for their ire. They gave him exactly what he wanted. His life and quickly a slick to hot liquid soaking him in shame. Curio gagged and let out an angry snarl when his new Master may you burn in a thousand hells and have your balls pecked off by rage fuelled crows and your eyes made to sludge with a vipers acid slobbered his mouth over his skin. A mockery of what Ilya would do early mornings, mist settling in the street, to wake him when she was in a pleasant mood. Wanted to buck and bite the mans face but he could not find the energy. It had taken his all to just hold himself together he was now nothing but a shamble of a man. The very last bit of his rage arched through at the pat of his ass. I hope Im you death! a hiss, and then he was nothing again. Feeling warm sticky seed drip down his thighs. He swallowed not to vomit. In to quick of a time Curio was stumbling, pants hauled up and rope around his neck, body stiff, out in to the street. There was raging fire several blocks over, smaller ones scattered about. Somewhere close by a woman was still screaming and crying as she suffered alike. More dead bodies in the street. He was hauled along to fast to recognize him, and it took all his concentration to not end up on his face in the dirt. He had already lost too much dignity he could not spare what little he had left by being dragged like a wounded dog. Head down to keep steady as his legs ached, feet un-able to follow their usual patterned stride. Did not want to see the destruction of his home, his people Or at least that is what he convinced himself of, afraid if he held his head high everyone could read, would KNOW what had happened to him. Just breath. Just dont fall apart hed stopped silently praying when the mercenary did not suddenly die and burst in to flames while he was still fucking him. The man had not angered the gods Curio had. No attention was given as they stepped over slaughtered bodies of his countrymen, out of the walls, through the men outside of them picking up swords and arrows and supplies. Setting up tents and cooking fires farther out. Whimpers and garbled words of other people being collected in the center of the camp. He was only slightly surprised when he wasnt brought to join them, instead his neck jerked by the rope around it off to the side and down on his knees inside a tent. Glared with what little strength he had left at the hands tying him to one of the poles holding it up. Not that it would stop him from simply getting up and escaping. He would drag it with him but that would be foolish in an enemy camp and. And Curio simply felt to tired. My. My hands. His throat felt strangely raw for someone who had not screamed. I need my hands to to heal myself. He did not acknowledge but sadly knew that this would not be the last time he would feel the other mans cock inside him. Feel spent. He could at least take some of the pain away from himself.