#sleeeepyyy

Just as the knife trailed against the same cut, Rodger dug it in deep. Asher’s eyes widened and his scream filled the room. Quinn and Rodger exchanged looks, grinning at each other as Rodger repeated his movement.

“Bring him to my chair,” He ordered, his hand gently grazing over the edge of the desk.

“Rodger- Rodger, fuck right off,” Asher growled, thrashing against Quinn as he was wrestled onto the chair, “You never pull shit like this, don't start now.”

Rodger let out an amused chuckle, “You're right. You know, Asher, I've been too soft on you.” Asher could hear his heart beating in his ears as rope was roughly tied over his wrists behind him. “Sure, I’d give you a lashing or two, but that just doesn't seem to have much effect now does it?”

Asher looked at Rodger, eyes wide, “What?!? I didn't do jackshit!” His voice cracked as he yelled up at Rodger who just shrugged, approaching him, knife in hand.

“Now now, let's not play mr innocent,” Rodger scoffed, “Ever since you've entered this bloody house, you've been nothing but a little shit.”

“Didn't exactly have a ch-”

“QUIET!!!” Rodger roared, slashing the blade across Asher’s chest. Asher cried out, his body lurching forward against the ropes in agony.

“Apologize,” Rodger ordered.

Asher looked up at him with wide eyes, “What??” 

Rodger brought the blade under Asher’s chin and forced the other to look up at him, “Quinn and I wanted to enjoy the nice party, and you come along and ruin things for me.”

Asher winced as the sharp blade bit against his skin, “I didn't do shit!” He cried out, “The shithead dragged me in here and-” He was cut off as Quinn backhanded him across his face;

“Don't talk about me like that,” He growled. 

Rodger smirked, “You've seem to have gotten yourself into some deep shit,” Rodger chuckled, “What would Aiden think?” Asher felt his heart stop, time seemed to moved slowly as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek. He opened his mouth before closing it. Rodger planted a heavy hand on his shoulder, bending down so they were fact-to-face, “What's the matter, Ashy, cat got your tongue?” 

Asher felt his face burn dark red. He couldn't breathe. A sob threatened to rip from his throat but he tried to push it down. Both of them staring down at him, he felt trapped. “You didn't answer his question,” Quinn hummed, tucking a short curl behind his ear. Asher felt sick. He slowly brought his eyes up to look at Rodger, “N-no sir…”

“Ohhhhh, that’s beautiful,” Quinn chuckled, looking to Rodger whose eyes still remained on Asher.

He dragged the knife slowly all the way down Asher’s sternum, making him cry out, gritting his teeth as tears rolled down his face. God, he was so weak. He burst into sobs, his body shaking as he looked to the ground, ashamed. 

Rodger pocketed the knife and left, slamming the door behind him. All that could be heard was Asher’s sobs. 

Quinn bent down to his hunkers, cradling Asher’s face in one hand as he brushed his thumb along his cheekbone, swiping away his tears. “Ash, darling you look so beautiful when you cry.”

Asher fully broke down, All he could hear was Aiden’s voice.

“Shhh, darling, it’s alright,” Quinn cooed, cutting the rope away and catching Asher as he fell into his arms.

My dove, so fragile. You know how much I love your tears.

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