Unfair (Flynn, Ray)
Even after the warnings Susan had given him about their possessive landlord, Flynn knew his fate was sealed. The landlord, Ray, may have said he would help Flynn out if Flynn was short on rent money, but that wouldn't feed him. Flynn was hungry and he needed to make money if he was going to keep eating. Since no one wanted to give him a job and applying for help from the government would mean giving his real name, Flynn had once choice. He had to sell himself.
He had done it before. He didn't have a problem with it, though before it had been a last straw he had relied on every once in a while. It had never been his once source of income. Now, he had rent to pay, however. Now, everything was different. And now, he was supposed to be married. He felt shame and horror at being with anyone who wasn't Quinn. If this was going to be his lot in life, he was going to at least choose who he did it with. And he did not choose to sell himself to the landlord.
Flynn had spent the entire day on Monday searching for people he could sell favours to. He had actually done pretty well for himself and he had money left over which he didn't spend on stocking his fridge up. Savings for later.
He had spent Tuesday morning cleaning his little room, and then he planned on going out to at least see what Liverpool was like now that he was living there, but his door opened.
He was pretty sure it had been locked.
Flynn spun around to see his landlord enter his apartment, looking quite menacing. Two more guys about the same size as the landlord, with his impressive beer gut walked in behind him. With them all in Flynn's room, Flynn felt like there wasn't any room to breathe.
"I hear you've been peddling yourself all over town," Ray said, a look of possessive disapproval on his face.
Flynn stood up and he swallowed roughly. His traitorous mind was going over and over ways he could incapacitate these men, though it would severely injure them. He could escape, because he was fast, but this was his apartment. He shouldn’t have to escape. They should leave.
“Please,” Flynn said, trying to sound as kind as possible. “I didn’t do it from here.” It had to be better that he hadn’t sold himself from his room, right?
“I don’t care where you do it,” Ray growled. “I can’t have one of my residents peddling themselves out like some common whore. I told you to come to me if you were short on money.”
“But-“ Flynn wrapped his arms around himself as if for protection. He had never felt so trapped or cornered in his life. “I have to eat...”
“That isn’t my concern,” Ray replied. “You’ll have to find a suitable profession. And in the meantime you will come to me if you can’t make rent.”
“But-“ Flynn started again. “M-my job isn’t any of your business.”
“The morality of my renters is my business,” Ray replied. Then he nodded to the thugs standing behind him and they advanced. “I have to teach you a lesson about rejecting my hospitality.”
Ray excused himself from the room and then Flynn was alone with two men intent on giving him a beating. And he could either take it, or kill them.
Inwardly, Flynn wished Quinn could know that everything he did now was in an attempt to be the kind of man Quinn deserved. But Quinn could never know. And even so, Flynn cringed and he hid behind his hands. The first blows caught him hard in the stomach and he fell to his floor, never once resisting the very fierce beating he received.
He had done it before. He didn't have a problem with it, though before it had been a last straw he had relied on every once in a while. It had never been his once source of income. Now, he had rent to pay, however. Now, everything was different. And now, he was supposed to be married. He felt shame and horror at being with anyone who wasn't Quinn. If this was going to be his lot in life, he was going to at least choose who he did it with. And he did not choose to sell himself to the landlord.
Flynn had spent the entire day on Monday searching for people he could sell favours to. He had actually done pretty well for himself and he had money left over which he didn't spend on stocking his fridge up. Savings for later.
He had spent Tuesday morning cleaning his little room, and then he planned on going out to at least see what Liverpool was like now that he was living there, but his door opened.
He was pretty sure it had been locked.
Flynn spun around to see his landlord enter his apartment, looking quite menacing. Two more guys about the same size as the landlord, with his impressive beer gut walked in behind him. With them all in Flynn's room, Flynn felt like there wasn't any room to breathe.
"I hear you've been peddling yourself all over town," Ray said, a look of possessive disapproval on his face.
Flynn stood up and he swallowed roughly. His traitorous mind was going over and over ways he could incapacitate these men, though it would severely injure them. He could escape, because he was fast, but this was his apartment. He shouldn’t have to escape. They should leave.
“Please,” Flynn said, trying to sound as kind as possible. “I didn’t do it from here.” It had to be better that he hadn’t sold himself from his room, right?
“I don’t care where you do it,” Ray growled. “I can’t have one of my residents peddling themselves out like some common whore. I told you to come to me if you were short on money.”
“But-“ Flynn wrapped his arms around himself as if for protection. He had never felt so trapped or cornered in his life. “I have to eat...”
“That isn’t my concern,” Ray replied. “You’ll have to find a suitable profession. And in the meantime you will come to me if you can’t make rent.”
“But-“ Flynn started again. “M-my job isn’t any of your business.”
“The morality of my renters is my business,” Ray replied. Then he nodded to the thugs standing behind him and they advanced. “I have to teach you a lesson about rejecting my hospitality.”
Ray excused himself from the room and then Flynn was alone with two men intent on giving him a beating. And he could either take it, or kill them.
Inwardly, Flynn wished Quinn could know that everything he did now was in an attempt to be the kind of man Quinn deserved. But Quinn could never know. And even so, Flynn cringed and he hid behind his hands. The first blows caught him hard in the stomach and he fell to his floor, never once resisting the very fierce beating he received.