all the devils are here

That big Waterstones was miles away and Noah found little to no comfort in knowing Emmett’s location. It felt like at any moment now the door might break down and then it’d be a matter of minutes before the man would do something. There was no way anyone could save him if the man would break in right now. If that man had something on him, a weapon of some sort, it’d be over all too soon and it wouldn’t have mattered that Emmett had come as fast as he could’ve done and that Nissim had done the same. It’d be too late. And perhaps all Noah would’ve done by calling him in the first place was bring them in trouble too.

More ramming.

“I th-think he’s using his shoulder–” Noah replied, his voice barely making it out. Wasn’t that what they did in the movies when they tried to barge through a locked door? Didn’t it always work? Just how strong were those doors and how likely was it that this man would be able to get through? Noah had never needed to know, but now he couldn’t imagine ever having been okay sleeping in this place, especially not alone. Why hadn’t he thought about this before? He could’ve done something about the fact that the door seemed to be breaking as he was watching the man’s aggressive bangs against it.

It was hard to breathe and even harder to know what to do. Noah was shaking, his eyes wide and fixated and the hand that wasn’t occupied with his phone had turned into a fist, like that’d protect him if the man were to lunge himself at Noah now. He’d never thrown a punch. How was he supposed to do this?

The banging became louder and he felt sick at Noah’s words. I think he’s using his shoulder. What the hell was Emmett supposed to do if this man got inside? “The police are on their way too, okay? Maybe they will be there before me and Nissim. Okay?” His voice was shaking and he was trying to instill some kind of comfort into Noah, but in actual fact he grew more and more nervous with every bang. At first, he’d thought it must be a misunderstanding--the man ramming on Noah’s door must be drunk, or be at the wrong door and think it was his or maybe he had some other issue, but why would he go to this extent? Why was he ramming his shoulder into the door of his boyfriend’s house?

“Did you say anything to the guy, or not? Did you hear anything he said? Maybe he thinks that’s his front door--Is that possible?”

Because that seemed to be the only explanation for someone trying to get into someone’s house without it being to hurt whoever lived there. Surely the man could hear Noah through the door? Oh god.

“Nissim should be there any moment, okay? Just breathe and... and is there anything you can grab? Anything heavy, maybe, that you could use if, err...”

What good was a bathroom lock going to do when they could always be opened from the outside anyway. Unless this man was a complete idiot who didn’t know about that, Noah was only going to stall him a little by locking the door between them. The only thing he’d accomplish by doing that was driving himself only further into a corner. And he’d no longer be able to keep his eyes on the door and figure out whether the man was picking his lock, or trying to break it open some other way. It’d mean less control. Not more. But perhaps Emmett was right, considering Noah stood no chance facing this man heads on and his best shot was biding time. But fuck… if the man was going to come into his house, Noah was practically screwed anyway.

“Fifteen minutes?” he asked, almost as if he expected Emmett to take him more seriously and be here sooner. But of course Emmett couldn’t help it, and Noah knew that, which made the situation only harder to handle. Fifteen minutes might not sound like a lot, but it was when there was an aggressive man ramming on his door so hard that his entire flat seemed to be shaking with the impact. That meant he had to rely on Nissim, who he knew very little about, save for the fact that he was a selfish asshole who wasn’t known to ever do anything for anyone except his own boyfriend. “Is he really going to be here?”

Noah jumped back at the sound of more ramming and that terrible voice cursing through the wood of his front door, which he wished was a whole lot sturdier than it was. Why didn’t he have more locks? Why didn’t he ever think that it was necessary? Probably because he grew up in Japan, where shit like this just didn’t fucking happen!

“Emmett… Emmett, please…”

Of course Nissim was going to be there. Emmett did stuff for him all the time. He was forced to turn up at his doorstep, regardless of what time it was and what Emmett had to do, simply because Nissim needed something, or Locklann needed looking after. And all of that was fine, unless if Nissim wouldn’t do this one thing for him. He’d sounded like he was more awake and would get up. He’d even sounded annoyed because he gave into it himself, so hopefully that meant he would be there soon. Emmett hoped so. Else he was going to be... furious.

“Yes, of course he’ll be there,” he said. “He said he would.” There was no point in letting Noah in on how many doubts Emmett actually had about whether Nissim really was going to come, because that would only worry him only more and that was the last thing Emmett wanted to happen, especially because, hopefully, Nissim would just turn up. Preferably within five minutes.

“He lives really close, he should only be a few minutes still. Less than ten, at least.”

He wished he could hold Noah’s hand, squeeze it and tell him he’d be okay. His voice was so fragile and frightened and Emmett was worrying what this was going to do to Noah’s already pretty bad anxiety. This was really unfortunate. Really unfortunate. But he had to trust that he’d know how to handle this. Maybe even Nissim would be able to help. He knew how to deal with Locklann and... he was definitely worse than Noah. He thought, anyway.

The moment Noah answered was the same moment his uber pulled up. “I’m on my way,” he said, shutting the door behind him and quickly telling the driver where to go. 

He could hear the ramming on the door through the phone and it had his heart race sickeningly, his stomach twisting with such discomfort it wouldn’t surprise him if he’d puke soon. If this man even touched Noah, Emmett sure as hell was going to fucking kill him.

“I’m in my uber now, but it’s going to be okay. I called Nissim, he’s on his way.” Was he? He fucking hoped he was, or that he was at least very near to being on his way and wasn’t going to take fucking ages picking out what to wear and whether his fucking hair looked okay. Or worse; he hoped Nissim hadn’t just fallen back asleep. But he wasn’t going to tell Noah that, as that would only freak him out more

“Why don’t you get away from the door, darling? The bathroom?” That’s what they always said, right? Go into the room furthest away from the door and stay there? “Has anything else happened? Has he said anything? Do you have any idea why he’s there?”

Noah was staring at the door and couldn’t take his eyes off it. He could see it rattling in the frame with every bang against the other side of the wood and he half expected it to unlock and burst open any moment now. The man was using enough force to make it seem like that was his intention.

“Yes,” he said, though he had no idea what he was answering to. Emmett’s words seemed to be swirling all through his brain, except for where they had to go in order for Noah to figure out what on earth to respond. He couldn’t think fast enough. He couldn’t figure it out. That was the most terrifying thing about it, as he had no idea what to do in response to an action he couldn’t explain. Would talking back make it worse? Would that just confirm that he was a girl and that he was scared and the only one in here? Would the man try all the harder after realising that? “I don’t know what to do!” Noah replied, his voice short of breath and way higher than it usually was.

His free hand was clutching at his chest, where his heart was racing like crazy, pounding sickeningly against his rib cage and making his body feel even weaker than he already felt at the mere prospect of having to fight this man. Was he going to have to?

"Shh, don't worry," Emmett replied. "I'm stronger than you realise. Besides, Nissim will be there before me. He's... yeah." Fuck, he hoped Nissim was going to be there soon. He hoped Nissim would take a whole lot shorter than he had to and would practically race there.

He looked over into the front seat, where the driver's phone showed directions. "About fifteen minutes, darling. But Nissim shouldn't take that long," he explained, looking out of the window, which made him only more nervous. He wanted to be there, so he could tell the man to fuck off and he could hold Noah and make him feel safe. He tensed again at the sound of ramming on the door again and this time Emmett could hear a voice as well. It sounded like cursing.

Why the hell wasn’t Emmett responding to his messages already? Why was he taking this long to make a phone call? Why wasn’t he already on his way here? Why did he live this far away? Why wasn’t he here?!

Every passing second felt like twenty minutes. And Noah had no idea what to do. He knew what he wanted to do–which was flee and get away from here–but his only way out was blocked by a man with some serious issues and a voice that was going to haunt Noah for… well… however long he had left in this world.

It had been silent for a little while now, but every time Noah gathered the courage to take another look by the door, the man was still there. And often the moment Noah looked through the spy hole was exactly the moment the man stepped forward to ram his fists against the other side of the wood once more. Noah was pretty sure the man could tell–by the changing of the light–that Noah was there, which made matters worse.

He was shouting things, but Noah couldn’t pick apart his sentences. They were aggressive demands that Noah couldn’t properly understand, but it mostly sounded like the man was demanding the door to be opened, demanding to get into Noah’s house to do whatever it was he’d come here for. What had he come here for?!

The buzz in Noah’s hand was enough to cause another flare of nauseating panic, as Noah jumped at the sudden sensation, but then Noah quickly stepped back from the door, pushed the phone against his ear and spoke quickly and quietly into the phone, words panic-stricken.

“Where are you? He’s still here. I don’t know what he’s doing. He’s just standing there and– and–” More ramming. “Fuck. Get here! Help me!”

The moment Noah answered was the same moment his uber pulled up. “I’m on my way,” he said, shutting the door behind him and quickly telling the driver where to go. 

He could hear the ramming on the door through the phone and it had his heart race sickeningly, his stomach twisting with such discomfort it wouldn’t surprise him if he’d puke soon. If this man even touched Noah, Emmett sure as hell was going to fucking kill him.

“I’m in my uber now, but it’s going to be okay. I called Nissim, he’s on his way.” Was he? He fucking hoped he was, or that he was at least very near to being on his way and wasn’t going to take fucking ages picking out what to wear and whether his fucking hair looked okay. Or worse; he hoped Nissim hadn’t just fallen back asleep. But he wasn’t going to tell Noah that, as that would only freak him out more

Nissim was in no mood to help anyone. Fucking hell, he hadn’t even really been in the mood to help Locklann and that had become his voluntary job over the past years. Why the fuck would he help Emmett when he could also be sleeping? “It’s probably nothing,” Nissim then said, groaning in frustration. There was a guy slamming on Noah’s front door? So what? Nissim didn’t even really know Noah, so what did it matter that he was scared? The guy would go. If he would’ve really wanted to break into his house, he already would have. “He’s not inside the house, right? Means he sucks at it. Don’t take him seriously. Probably just some fucking drunk.”

Annoyingly, Nissim could feel himself starting to feel more and more awake the longer this went on. This had started out as a vague dream, but now he was suddenly all the way back to reality and his eyes were open, adjusting to the dark and that blue light creeping through his curtains. He was fucking awake. At five in the fucking morning.

He groaned and pushed himself up, running over the options once more. He didn’t want to go. Really didn’t. He wasn’t sure whether he cared about any of it either, which would make saying no ridiculously easy. He almost did, in fact, hadn’t it been for the simple fact that something–no someone–was stopping him from doing it. He didn’t want to admit it, because Nissim didn’t do this. Nissim didn’t let himself be influenced by anyone other than himself.

Unless–of course–he did.

“Fucking hell. Fine. I’ll go.”

Locklann better fucking thank him for doing this later.

Emmett’s heart began to race when Nissim began to contradict him. Hadn’t he fucking understood that Emmett wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time?! But he waited instead, not knowing what to say and how to deal with the version of Nissim who was grumpy and had only just woken up.

He breathed out a sigh of relief when Nissim gave in. “Oh my god, thank you, thank you,” Emmett said. “I’ll be there too, soon. I’ll text his address--Just please, hurry? Please? Thank you.”

He was being pathetic and he knew it and it was all because Nissim simple demanded that much. He demanded that people expressed their endless gratitude so that there couldn’t be a single doubt that they were. “I’m going to hang up and call Noah. Please let me know when you’ll be there.”

He hung up the call before Nissim could even reply. He’d heard what Emmett told him to do and he’d listen to it, because Emmett needed him to. Or so Emmett hoped.

Nissim had expected a voice much softer than the one that greeted him. He’d have expected a scared voice, or one that was barely there there at all from the shame of having called Nissim awake once again. Locklann hardly ever wanted to call him in the middle of the night, but sometimes he didn’t have a choice. Sometimes he had to let Nissim help him, even if Nissim was too fucking tired to actually want to.

He didn’t recognise the voice on the other end of the line for a couple of seconds and he was barely hearing anything at all. Not because the other end of the line was inaudible, but because the entire thing was so completely surreal that everything went completely past him. That was, of course, until it annoyed him.

“What?” He asked. His voice was sleepy, yet coated in a thick layer of annoyance. “Emmett? The fuck?”

Finally, he opened his eyes. His eyes immediately fell onto the alarm besides his bed. “It’s fucking five in the morning. You need me to do what?”

Emmett had feared this was going to be difficult, but he wasn’t going to let Nissim asshole himself out of this one. Emmett could be stern too, especially when he had a boyfriend to protect. “I know and I said I’m sorry. Just go to his house, please, cause some creep is ramming on his door and Noah is terrified. Please. I need you to do this.”

His voice was urgent and Emmett wondered whether those kinds of things even got through to Nissim, or whether he could simply decide not to hear it if that was more convenient. “You can’t say no this time. Seriously.” Because he needed someone to be at Noah’s as soon as possible and Emmett couldn’t be that person when his fucking uber app still said ‘five minutes away’. This wasn’t okay. If Noah was in danger, then someone had to be there, regardless of what Nissim would try to claim back for this favour.

He’d woken up with a start at the sound of his phone ringing and ringing and ringing and he’d answered it with the feeling that something must be wrong. Why else would Noah be calling him at 5am? He didn’t do drunk calls, so what else?

It turned out there was a something wrong and Emmett didn’t like it one bit. A tall, scary man banging on the door who won’t go away? /I don’t know what he wants from me!/

He’d gotten out of bed with a start, dressed and grabbed everything he needed. Why the fuck didn’t he live closer? Why was Noah calling him and not the fucking police? The only thing he could think of doing–and he didn’t care whether it was his place or not–was calling Nissim, who lived a whole lot closer to Noah than he did. The fastest Emmett could go was twenty minutes if his uber arrived quickly, but that wasn’t going to cut it. He needed someone to help Noah, and he needed it now.

He hung up, telling Noah to lock himself in the bathroom and that he was going to sort it out, and then he called Nissim. He was rushing around his house with his phone pressed to his ear, hoping Nissim would wake up at 5am. And then hoping that he’d actually get out of bed for this. Surely he would, right? Emmett could do with someone who was capable of making you piss your pants with a single look.

Nissim had long ago learned that it was for the best not to leave his phone on silent throughout the night and that had everything to do with the fact that Locklann tended to behave like a fucking piss baby after having had one of his bad dreams or whatever. It was fine, mostly, considering he only really called him when he really needed it, but every single time upon hearing that ring tone he couldn’t help but waking up with a feeling of utter annoyance.

He groaned out loud, deciding whether it would be alright to ignore that this was happening altogether, but then–when the noise didn’t seem to stop–he realised he simply had no choice but to talk to that fucking bitch again.

It better be fucking terrible, because Nissim hadn’t been woken up for fucking nothing.

He reached for his phone and grabbed it without looking. He didn’t even really open his eyes when he pressed that green button, because he didn’t need to. He had done this a few times too many already and opening his eyes would seem like too much of a promise that he wasn’t going to fall back asleep in the middle of the conversation.

He was fucking tired.

a collection of dirty talk sentences.

soft .

“ I want to lick you all over…”

“ You’re so hot…”

“ ~Keep doing that.”

“ There’s no where else I’d rather be than inside of you right now“

“ Keep spreading, baby ~ I’m gonna fill you up so good…”

“ That feels amazing baby “

“ Tell me what you like ~ “

“ Come sit on my lap, love “

“ Mmm… do you like that? “

“ I’m getting so turned on/wet/hard “

“ You look so handsome right now…“

“ What do you feel like doing to me?” 

“ You look so gorgeous right now…”

“ I love how you look at me when you’re turned on…” 

“ Tell me if it’s too hard…”

“ Mmm… you taste so good baby. ” 

“ ~ Tell me when you’re about to come?”

“ I could spend all day between your legs…”

“  I’m getting close —”

“ You’re so damn gorgeous. “

less soft .

“ I love your big hands all over my ass.”

“ ~  Get on your knees for me?”

“ I love your big hands all over my chest.”

“ I love your small hands all over my cock.”

“ You have such a perfect ass/cock/pussy/body/etc.” 

“ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. “

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your cock.”

“ Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. ” 

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your pussy.” 

“ That’s it ~ Good girl/boy…” 

“ You sound so sexy when I’m going down on you “

“ I want you to cum for me/on me/in me”

“ You can have me any way you want me baby “

“ Mmm… I can tell that you’re having fun…”

“ Where do you want to cum? ~”

“ Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum. “ 

“ Where do you want me to cum?”

“ ~ I love the things you do with your tongue.” 

“ Strip for me, honey. Slow. I want to savor every inch of you. “

rough .

“ I want you to cum so hard that I feel your cock pulsing inside of me “

“ Get on your knees ~ ?”

“ I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this. “

“ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock “ 

“ Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you/when you fuck me ” 

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little ass clenching around my cock ” 

“ Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you…” 

“ Mmm… I fucking love it when you ride me like this…“

“… I own this pretty little pussy/big wet cock ~”¨

“ Get over here, big boy. Show me what you’re packing. “

“ I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come. “

“ Ride me harder !” 

“ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~”

“ I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me “

“ Use your mouth on me. “

“ You like that, don’t you? You like it when your woman does that to you? “

“ I adore how naughty you are. “

nissim

When Emmett said that he didn’t feel good about himself, he smiled sweetly at him as well. Emmett had all the means to change the situation around, if he wanted. There was no way that Nissim was going to be as hard on him as he was on Locklann, as he wasn’t stupid, but he definitely wasn’t going to be easy on him either. He was possibly going to hurt him more than he was used to as well, but not enough. “No?” Nissim asked, the cruel smile on his face. “Why not? Are you feeling a little bit guilty?”

He gave Locklann a little time to rest, possibly relax his muscles a little bit. His skin was near breaking, which was something Nissim was definitely looking forward to seeing. He kept looking at Emmet, though, because this was more about him than about anybody else, still. “How about you give it a try himself, then? Maybe you can be nice to him for a change. Nicer than I am, at least.” 

He motioned for Emmett to get up and reached the cane out to him. There was no way he was going to let Emmett get away with hitting him softly, though. This was still part of a cruel game and by no means meant to lead to anything gentle. Emmett was going to be hurt in one way or another tonight. There was no chance in the world that he wouldn’t.

It was hard to breathe, because it felt that if he didn’t hold his breathe he would end up accidentally screaming out in pain. He was trembling severely and no matter how hard he tried to relax, he couldn’t do it. The tone in Nissim’s voice sent thrills all through his body, even though his words had been aimed at Emmett.

Locklann felt almost relieved to hear Nissim’s next decision. Of course Emmett wasn’t going to be allowed to hit him softly, but it’d be unlikely he’d hit him as hard as Nissim just had. Not that it didn’t make him nervous to be subject to someone who wasn’t Nissim… This required trust and he did trust Emmett, but not to the extend that he trusted Nissim.

He let out a breathe and closed his eyes for a moment. His skin was raw and painful all over, from just thirteen strokes. It was definitely excessive. One thing was certain. Nissim wasn’t messing around.

Emmett felt so put on the spot by how Nissim was talking to him and he had no idea how to respond to it. He had no choice but to comply, but he felt awkward doing so. That was the point, though. He was being humiliated and belittled.

He didn’t respond to his first question, not knowing how to. Of course he felt guilty. Did he have to say it like that? Really?

He was shocked when Nissim’s suggestion came and he felt his stomach turn. This was getting more and more cruel by the second. He was going to be hitting Locklann now, and there was no way he would get away with going softly, and if he caused Locklann to make a noise, he would likely end up handing the cane right back to Nissim and receive the remainder of the smacks himself.

Shakily he got up from the chair and stepped towards Nissim. If he was different and truly dominant, he might have challenged Nissim now, but that was an insane idea now. Nissim was like royalty here, questioning his position was like treason.

He stepped towards Locklann and took hold of the cane. His eyes had been on Nissim, but now Locklann was before him like this, he couldn’t help look at the marks in his skin. It was red and raw and he could see his skin had almost broken in some places. He gripped the cane tightly and knew that asking question was just going to postpone the inevitable, so he leaned forward and moved his free hand to the back of Locklann’s hair. He caressed it gently, trying to communicate with him that he was sorry. This was all still a game, of course, but it didn’t quite feel like he could stop it at any moment without there being consequences. After all, what would be the fun of that? He kept coming back to these two because it was so insane, so intense.

nissim

Nissim knew that he was making it unreasonably hard on the both of them, but there was no point in denying that it was making him incredibly turned on. The adrenaline rushing through him only made him want to smack the cane even harder. He felt on top of everything and nothing stood in his way of becoming the absolute winner in this situation. He always was, obviously, but it felt so fucking good to be in complete control of two people at once, both of which hadn’t deserved it. 

When Locklann’s words got through to him, he smiled a little bit. Both of them should have been able to see that, but he didn’t mind it this time. He was playing so sweet while doing the complete opposite of that. He was causing a complete hell for the both of them, and he couldn’t wait to continue it and make it even worse. “If you’re sure…” Nissim continued, raising the cane and bringing it down even harder. He continued to do it two more times, feeling slightly out of breath when he was done with them. He was squeezing the cane so hard to be able to hit it as hard as he could, and that in itself was tiring, but he couldn’t help it anymore. 

“Do you feel good about yourself, Emmett?” Nissim smiled, looking into his direction again. He was only on thirteen now, and he wasn’t doing anything to speed up the entire thing. He wanted to make it last as long as it possibly could. He was as unreasonably cruel as he could be. 

Locklann tried to calm down now that Nissim had stopped hitting him, but he knew this was far from over. His skin was burning and it wouldn’t surprise him if he was bleeding too. If he wasn’t yet, he probably would be soon. His breathing was coming unevenly, which he tried to change now that he was given a moment, but once Nissim’s response came he knew what was going to follow next.

He nearly screamed out when the cane came down against his skin even harder than it had done before, but instead of making a noise he pulled on the bounds as hard as he could and tried to find a different means to out the severity of the pain he was in. He’d felt worse and he tried to find some strength in that. He could handle this, so surely he could keep his mouth shut if he really tried?

Emmett flinched when Nissim smacked him harder than before. By the whiteness of his knuckles, he was clenching the cane hard and by the way Locklann was responding, it was... well, worse than before, and that alone had looked excruciating. And yet he didn’t make a noise.

nissim

Nissim waited for the number to be called before he went on. He said nothing of it, just throwing him a quick look that said absolutely nothing about what he was feeling. However, he couldn’t deny that he was getting desperately excited for what was about to come. With how Nissim was hitting, and how hard he was planning on continuing, there was no way Locklann was going to make it to twenty-five, or possibly even fifty.

He grinned to himself then, before using the cane to hit Locklann three more times. He left enough time between each of them for the sting to have its full impact each time. He was going to take his time with this.

He looked at Emmett to hear the numbers, as if it was so important that he didn’t lose count, as if these numbers meant anything at all.

He leaned over Locklann again and pressed his hand down on his head, pushing his face further into pillow. He hit again then, leaving a few seconds in between his hits until he finally got to ten. He released Locklann’s head then, assuming that this was definitely hard for him to handle. He was hitting him harder than he usually did. Much harder.

He could see that Locklann was trembling already, but Nissim wasn’t even halfway there. This gave him an idea. “Do you want it to stop, baby?” He asked, “just tell me, okay? I’m sure Emmett would take your place if you really couldn’t handle take it anymore. Fifty is quite a lot, isn’t it?” He ran his fingers over the lines that had started to for. “Just say stop and it’s over. In fact, make any noise at all and it’s over. I don’t want you to be in pain. That would be cruel.”

The amount of pain was excruciating. Nissim hit him much harder than he usually did at the start of things. He hadn’t been prepared for this and with Emmett besides them it was all the more difficult to deal with the pain he was in. It made him want to try harder to keep silent, but it was also making him so nervous that he was more tense than he would otherwise be, which didn’t help.

After the eighth hit it became almost impossible to keep silent, but somehow he managed to. Not that he wasn’t squirming around on the bed every time the cane connected to his skin, but he wasn’t screaming just yet. That was made a little easier with his head pressed into the pillow. At least he couldn’t really scream that way anyway.

His cheeks were tear streamed and he breathed in sharply once Nissim let go. They were only at ten, which meant he wasn’t halfway through this. If Nissim was planning on going on till fifty then this was definitely going to be impossible.

“Wh-what?” he began, sounding every bit as terrified as he felt. He figured he was allowed to talk now he’d been directly addressed, but wasn’t entirely sure. He couldn’t let Emmett take his place, because there was no way Emmett would be okay with that. And now it was up to him to remain absolutely silent while going through this amount of agony. “N-no…” he said after a moment, speaking softly in the hope Nissim wouldn’t get angry with him. “It doesn’t hurt too much.” It did. It really, really did.

With every whip of the cane, Emmett was finding it hard to keep watching. Locklann was in excruciating pain. He could see by the way his body was contorting and by the way Nissim’s muscles flexed he could tell he was hitting hard, really hard. There was no way Emmett could handle that.

He kept counting, not wanting to make his current predicament any worse than it was. Oh, apparently he didn’t have to disobey to make that happen. Nissim’s words were cruel. There was no way Locklann could get through more of this without making a single noise and there was no way Emmett could handle what Locklann couldn’t. Locklann had been conditioned to handle so much more than Emmett ever could.

nisimn

He was going to test Emmett with every question he’d ask, and every response he was going to force out of him. He didn’t care what game Emmett was trying to play to make this easier on himself, because it wasn’t going to work. Emmett was the loser in every single outcome of the situation. Whatever he’d say, it was going to be used against him, and Locklann would be the one to take the punishment, when he didn’t deserve it in the slightest. 

He looked at Emmett for a long while when he gave his answer. Twenty-five was… a lot, and it definitely wasn’t something Nissim had expected this all to start out with. He raised his eyebrows at that, and didn’t directly respond to it either. 

“You hear that, little boy?” He said, suddenly sounding rather sweet. He used the cane to softly caress his back before he’d do anything else with it. “Emmett wants you to be hit twenty-five times. You know what that means, don’t you?” He reached out and touched his wet hair only shortly, but that wouldn’t in any way prepare him for what was about to come. 

He pulled the cane back for a moment, and for a moment it seemed like he might wait a little bit longer before he’d hit him, but that didn’t last long. He took a deep breath, then pulled the cane up and brought it back against Locklann’s back with more force than he’d thought he’d had in him at the start. This wasn’t how he usually did this, which even more indicated just how different this was. “He’s really keen on seeing you hurt, isn’t he? I’m going to help him a little bit.” He brought it back against Locklann’s back again. “We should double that if it really makes him happy.”

He looked towards Emmett then with a threatening look in his eyes. He was owning the entire situation, and there was nothing that could break him out of it. “Count them.” He told Emmett, letting Locklann off the hook on this one to further humiliate Emmett.. 

Locklann felt tense as he waited for Emmett to name a number. He had no idea what to expect, but figured–or rather, hoped–that Emmett would start out with something low. Not too low, as Nissim wouldn’t allow that, but something relatively easy to handle, so they could start out slow… At least that way he could show Emmett what he could handle.

However, when he heard Emmett’s response he almost slipped up and out his surprise. It took all his self-control to keep silent, but he hadn’t been able to keep his head low and glanced at Emmett, shock probably clear on his features. Quickly he looked away and let Nissim decide whether this was going to happen, which–of course–it was.

His body tensed at the sensation of the cane against his skin. He had no idea when Nissim would strike and he barely dared to breathe, out of fear that he might scream out if Nissim suddenly hit him. It was a good thing he’d been preparing for it, as the stroke was much harder than he’d expected, especially with a number this high.

He let out a pained gasp, feeling how he was beginning to shake. He couldn’t relax. It was impossible to do with the severity of the pain he was currently in. He wished he could move his hand back to sooth his skin, but instead the burn lingered. When Nissim hit him again he managed to keep silent, but his eyes were stinging with tears. If Nissim insisted on hurting him this much, he might not make it to twenty-five without a violent struggle.

He was relieved by Nissim’s response and it caused his stomach to turn instantly. He had no idea what he’d done exactly, but he’d certainly impressed him, or at least surprised him, which was rather impressive given his position. There was no winning here.

When Nissim actually turned to Locklann, however, he realised he had to actually watch this. Maybe he wouldn’t make it through this and he’d pathetically ask him to stop already, but he hoped he could actually do this. Again, he didn’t want to disappoint.

He swallowed hard when Nissim began talking about doubling it. That wasn’t fair... none of this was. All he could do was sit and watch and hope he could sit through this, although whatever Locklann couldn’t handle, he had to somehow handle.