Diederich will never get laid. Seriously. Part 2 of 2
((Warning: More mature content than previous entries. Potentially triggering descriptions of abuse. Graphic detail avoided.))
Not more than an hour later, Diederich had a short, skinny troll girl wriggling teasingly on his accursedly still-clothed lap. She fed him candy, enjoying the desperate rocking of his hips and his begging eyes. His hands were loosely tied behind the back of his chair by a scarf she'd been wearing in her hair.
"Open wide," she purred, popping a candied cherry in his mouth. She petted the side of his face. "So cold," she laughed sweetly. It felt good to have someone say it endearingly. "I wonder if dis'll be cold, too," she grinned, giving Die's hard-on a squeeze through his black leather pants.
"Please, please find out," he panted.
"I hear you Blood Elves like wigglin' your tongues togedda'," she smiled, stroking Diederich's lower lip with her finger. "You real sensitive here?"
Diederich nodded mutely.
"I hear dere lotsa tings you Blood Elves like to do wit your mouths. I tink I'd like to see what you can do wit dat cold little tongue."
Something flickered in Diederich's mind. His memories were tatters, frequently so broken they made no sense at all, and sometimes old memories would resurface without warning as though finally shaken loose. This one choked out all his senses, froze him solid. There was no girl, no candy, no teasing. For one long heartbeat, Diederich was trapped in something grotesque.
Then it was gone.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Sorry." Die shook his head as if to toss the intruding memory out his ear.
"Good," the girl smiled. "Are dese scars?" she asked, slipping her fingertip from Die's lip to one corner and then the other of his mouth.
"Yes."
"How'd you get your mouth cut up?" she asked, testing with her fingertip the less elastic flesh that made the movement of his mouth distractingly asymmetrical.
"I don't remember."
Her finger pushed into his mouth and reality instantly dropped away from him again, memory snapping shut around him like a bear trap.
His hands were tied behind his back, but this time it was part of a much more elaborate work of rope. His whole body was bound tightly, the design of the knots locking him into a kneeling position.
His mouth was forced open, but by different fingers. There was a voice, but it was male, and older than him, and spoke in Thalassian. "I'm going to make this hurt. You're going to remember this."
"Mista? You still alive in dere?"
Light glinted off the edge of an elaborately decorated blade and all he could do was watch it being brought up to his face, watch and know what was coming and not know at all. Nothing in him could have prepared him for that...
"I'm going to make this hurt. You're going to remember this."
Begging the man to stop. Begging like a child. Maybe he was a child?
He knew what the man was doing. He's a grown man reliving the memory and his grown man mind knows what's happening but somehow even now his mind can't quite wrap around it, won't put a name to it, only knows that it hurts and it's terrifying and he doesn't know what he did wrong to deserve this--
"ACK."
Diederich sputtered and shook his head, water dripping off his face, out of his nose and mouth. The girl was standing a pace or two away, holding an empty glass.
"Why'd you throw water in my face?" Diederich coughed.
"You were outta your head. Didn' know what else to do for you."
"Oh."
The girl nodded.
Diederich looked down at his hands, then down at the floor where all the shreds of the girl's scarf now lay.
"I'm really sorry about that," Diederich apologized.
"Jus' a cheap scarf, don' gotta worry 'bout it."
"I should go."
"You don' gotta go! C'mon, mista, let me cheer you back up again."
Diederich gave the girl the last of the money he had on him - enough to pay for the "massage," a replacement scarf, and possibly a baby elephant. He didn't have the wits to manage his money any better right that moment.
"You sure you alright to go home right now, mista? You can stay here wit me tonight, won' cost you nothin'."
Diederich sighed. Truth be told, he wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with her, feel her heartbeat and smell her warm hair and just sleep. But if he wasn't in control of his head tonight, he wasn't putting a sweet girl in harm's way just so he could have a nice place to sleep.
He thanked her, told her goodbye, and went back to the cots the soldiers waiting for deployment used outside the battlemasters' station.
Not more than an hour later, Diederich had a short, skinny troll girl wriggling teasingly on his accursedly still-clothed lap. She fed him candy, enjoying the desperate rocking of his hips and his begging eyes. His hands were loosely tied behind the back of his chair by a scarf she'd been wearing in her hair.
"Open wide," she purred, popping a candied cherry in his mouth. She petted the side of his face. "So cold," she laughed sweetly. It felt good to have someone say it endearingly. "I wonder if dis'll be cold, too," she grinned, giving Die's hard-on a squeeze through his black leather pants.
"Please, please find out," he panted.
"I hear you Blood Elves like wigglin' your tongues togedda'," she smiled, stroking Diederich's lower lip with her finger. "You real sensitive here?"
Diederich nodded mutely.
"I hear dere lotsa tings you Blood Elves like to do wit your mouths. I tink I'd like to see what you can do wit dat cold little tongue."
Something flickered in Diederich's mind. His memories were tatters, frequently so broken they made no sense at all, and sometimes old memories would resurface without warning as though finally shaken loose. This one choked out all his senses, froze him solid. There was no girl, no candy, no teasing. For one long heartbeat, Diederich was trapped in something grotesque.
Then it was gone.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Sorry." Die shook his head as if to toss the intruding memory out his ear.
"Good," the girl smiled. "Are dese scars?" she asked, slipping her fingertip from Die's lip to one corner and then the other of his mouth.
"Yes."
"How'd you get your mouth cut up?" she asked, testing with her fingertip the less elastic flesh that made the movement of his mouth distractingly asymmetrical.
"I don't remember."
Her finger pushed into his mouth and reality instantly dropped away from him again, memory snapping shut around him like a bear trap.
His hands were tied behind his back, but this time it was part of a much more elaborate work of rope. His whole body was bound tightly, the design of the knots locking him into a kneeling position.
His mouth was forced open, but by different fingers. There was a voice, but it was male, and older than him, and spoke in Thalassian. "I'm going to make this hurt. You're going to remember this."
"Mista? You still alive in dere?"
Light glinted off the edge of an elaborately decorated blade and all he could do was watch it being brought up to his face, watch and know what was coming and not know at all. Nothing in him could have prepared him for that...
"I'm going to make this hurt. You're going to remember this."
Begging the man to stop. Begging like a child. Maybe he was a child?
He knew what the man was doing. He's a grown man reliving the memory and his grown man mind knows what's happening but somehow even now his mind can't quite wrap around it, won't put a name to it, only knows that it hurts and it's terrifying and he doesn't know what he did wrong to deserve this--
"ACK."
Diederich sputtered and shook his head, water dripping off his face, out of his nose and mouth. The girl was standing a pace or two away, holding an empty glass.
"Why'd you throw water in my face?" Diederich coughed.
"You were outta your head. Didn' know what else to do for you."
"Oh."
The girl nodded.
Diederich looked down at his hands, then down at the floor where all the shreds of the girl's scarf now lay.
"I'm really sorry about that," Diederich apologized.
"Jus' a cheap scarf, don' gotta worry 'bout it."
"I should go."
"You don' gotta go! C'mon, mista, let me cheer you back up again."
Diederich gave the girl the last of the money he had on him - enough to pay for the "massage," a replacement scarf, and possibly a baby elephant. He didn't have the wits to manage his money any better right that moment.
"You sure you alright to go home right now, mista? You can stay here wit me tonight, won' cost you nothin'."
Diederich sighed. Truth be told, he wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with her, feel her heartbeat and smell her warm hair and just sleep. But if he wasn't in control of his head tonight, he wasn't putting a sweet girl in harm's way just so he could have a nice place to sleep.
He thanked her, told her goodbye, and went back to the cots the soldiers waiting for deployment used outside the battlemasters' station.