59 Wisdom from weird places (2/2)
With a surprised yelp, the boy could do nothing but come up short against the relatively towering form of the man in front of him, with a growl of anger, the boy kicked toward Terrick's crotch, being promptly denied by a push against his body, then with a dull thud against his neck, and a remorseful groan the boy could not do anything but collapse, fainting and bringing the overall atmosphere of the room back into a dull and silent calm….
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'Where... am. … I..? What….happened?..Wait the old man!, I need to get up!!' With a twist of his hands and a herculean effort the boy came to, to see a set of threads going over his chest tying him up to a bed that looked to be in a inn.
'Which sick bastard was that old man?? God damnit! First it was that old hag, now this old pervert, why do I have such bad luck with old fogies!?!
”Awake?” the baritone voice of a voice brought him out of his contemplation causing his head to turn at an odd angle trying to witness his captor.
”So what do you want you sick old fuck?! If you wanted to stick it in, then you could've done it when I was out of it, I'm sure that that would have been right up your alley, what you want to see the despair of kids as they get felched by ya? I aint gonna give you the satisfaction ya old fag! you bring your fat smoke stick anywhere near me, imma bite it off you!!!” he said saliva fluttering around his mouth as an enraged and crazed look was in his eyes.
Terrick couldn't help but shudder at the ruthless tone that the boy had, clenching his feet slightly as he imagined the threats that were being spouted at him.
”Boy I amn't going to do anything to you calm down” he said with a sigh. ”You're just here to answer a few questions that I have, then you can go back home”.
”As if imma believe you fat fuck!” he snapped back. Before quieting down as his stomach groaned. ”I could be made more amiable if you removed your sad attempts at BDSM here.” he said, calming down slightly.
”Sure, but if you run, I'm going to sic you again” Terrick warned before untying the boy off the bed.
”So tell me boy, why did you fight back then?” Terrick asked, curiosity rife in his tone. ”From the way you were living I'm sure death would be a better option, so why?” he asked.
”Well because, if I die, things aint going to get better for me are they, the chance of death being better than living seems worse than the chances of something good happening when Im alive so of course imma go on living, bite my way outa it if I have to.. What you stupid??” he asked looking at the prone form of Terrick.
”Yes, yes I think I was …” was his only response.