#colars

This one is a little shorter but it’s kind of information rich and had a good stopping point. Thanks @captivity-whump for being a fantastic beta reader while @whumpywhumper is out of town! 

Link to the rest of the series 

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“Nico, I've been expecting you.” The words echoed in his ears, the voice familiar. The familiarity set him more on edge. His heart pounded in his chest, fear doubling when he wasn't able to identify the voice due to the haze from the blindfold and drugs.

As he struggled to make the connection, the hands holding Nico shoved him, tearing his hair from one of the henchmen’s grasp. He moaned in pain as his knees connected with the hard ground. He swayed dangerously, unable to catch himself with his arms trapped behind him. 

There was a sound like a chair scraping along the floor and Nico drunkenly tried to fight his way to his feet. A booted foot pressed painfully into his calf preventing him from standing. Biting into the rope the henchman had gagged him with Nico suppressed a mewl of pain. 

The clicking of dress shoes grew louder and Nico pushed against the foot pinning his leg down, hoping it would let up and he could run.  He flinched as a large slender hand gripped his chin hard enough to bruise. ¨I see why Clint is so taken with you.¨ The familiarity that infused the way he said Clint’s name made Nico shiver.  He knew them?  “Brian is always going on and on about how nice you are. How smart. How talented.” Fingers traced Nico's cheeks beneath the blindfold and he bucked, trying to dislodge the disturbingly gentle touch. 

The man tutted, adjusting his grip to grab Nico ́s throat. “But you see, there's a problem with that. The closer you get to them the more vulnerable you make them.” The hand on Nico´s throat tightened. “And we can't have that.” He couldn't breath, blood pounding in his head, roaring through his ears as everything started to blur at the edges. He got one croaking breath through the grasp before the man let go and struck him, causing him to reel in pain before falling to the floor. Nico gasped in air, precious air. 

Coughing and sputtering through the gag Nico missed the man's next words, struggling to push himself away like an inchworm. 

“See, my problem with you Nico, isn’t that you’re human. It's that you don't know your place.” There was another kick to his side and Nico felt one of his ribs give, white hot pain making him scream. 

He was going to die. He was going to die because he ́d made friends. The thought made him sob, he finally wasn't alone and he was going to die for it. 

He felt the leather of a nice shoe on his throat, it held him in place and he moaned in terror. “Poor. Pitiful. Nico. Don ́t worry, I ́m not going to take you from them. Not if you can learn. If not, I suppose you’ll make a good example dead too.” There was the clink of metal and something wrapped around his throat. He tensed, waiting for it to tighten and choke him again. The click of plastic had him shivering and when it finally tightened horror infused him. A collar. 

A hand pulled at his hair, ripping the strands until he was sitting, swaying. Warm breaths fluttered against Nico's cheek and he cringed. “Oooh, , I’m going to make you the perfect pet. I’m going to remind them. Remind them what they, and you truly are.” The voice was humming, barely breathing into his ear, pleasure dripping from every syllable. The collar tightened until every breath was a chore. “You have no idea what suffering is. Let's fix that shall we?” 

Hands gripped his arm, pulling him to standing. He screamed at the pressure on his joints and he kicked out at the men holding him. “Ah, first rule, Nico. You only make sounds when allowed.” There was a click at Nico's throat, followed by a cruel blow to his stomach making him keen.

Lightening tore through him reminding him of the taser, he screamed in surprise, causing another shock. When the cycle finally stopped he hung limply, panting in the men’s grasp. 

“Hmmm. Perhaps that one rule is enough for today.” Fingers stroked Nicos limp head. “Learn how to be good Nico, you ́ll get to your friends faster.” The fingers left his hair and Nico suppressed a growl, fear lending him strength. “Uuuck uuu.” The shock rocked him and Nico suppressed a shout.

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