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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the chtersters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Night � Chapter 15.
Simon felt great, relaxed and content, everything with Holland had been going along perfectly to his timetable, it really was amusing how easily he could manipulate people. Sensing weakness in others and exploiting it was a skill he�d enjoyed for as long as he could remember; it was like an instinct. It gave him power over others and Simon enjoyed power, he enjoyed breaking people. It was satisfying to take someone�s sense of self and turn it on its head, to make someone doubt themselves, doubt everything they thought they knew about themselves, about the kind of person they were. He�d done this with all of those he�d chosen to share himself with, honing his skills with each new unwilling participant. So far he�d used nearly every trick in the book with Holland with the most delightful results, Simon knew that with one more little push Holland would be pitched into the abyss, totally broken. Today would be the day when Simon would give him that small push; he was going to tell him about the tapes. It was one thing to be used and humiliated in private, but to learn that it had all been witnessed by others that was going to be the information Simon knew Hnd wnd wouldn�t be able to tolerate. Then to think that strangers had witnessed his downfall would be bad enough but to learn that the very people whose friendship and respect he craved had seen everything, that would do it Simon knew, that would break him.
First things first however he had promised Holland yesterday that he�d be back to release him from his handcuffs, but then he�d gotten caught up in other things and had forgotten. So first he�d uncuff him, then retie him to the bed, and then have him. When he entered the room Simon noticed that Holland was on his side with his back to him, he must be cold because he could see small tremors racking his frame. As he moved forward Simon spoke to the man on the bed,
"How are you this morning lover?" He smirked not surprised to receive no reply.
Simon sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his hand lightly down Holland�s arm, his skin was icy and Simon could feel the goose flesh that covered it.
"Oh baby you�re cold I think we�d better do something about that hmm. I bet you�d like me to warm you up wouldn�t you, make you moan, make you cum just like yesterday?" Simon asked him, expecting Holland to stutter out a denial, to try to move away. However, much to his annoyance Holland didn�t react at all. Leaning forward Simon could see Holland�s face, he could see his eyes were closed, Holland was ignoring him and if there was one thing Simon hated it was to be ignored. None too gently Simon pulled Holland over onto his back so that he was lying on his cuffed hands, it had to hurt but still no reaction. His irritation growing Simon unscrewed the top of the water bottle he�d brought with him and nudged the open end against Holland�s mouth tipping the contents over his lips. Holland opened his mouth eagerly drinking down the contents, Simon could see the flash of disappointment cross his features when the last of the water had gone, but still Holland didn�t acknowledge him.
"Come on now open your eyes and look at me." Simon demanded, his patience wearing thin. "It�s no good pretending I�m not here."
Still nothing, well that wasn�t good enough, Simon drew back his hand and slapped the uncooperative man a stinging blow across his face.
"I said look at me when I�m talking to you!" Simon shouted.
That had the desired effect and he found himself gazing down into a pair of dispirited eyes.
"It�s no use wallowing in self-pity, now sit up." He instructed, intending on uncuffing Holland and retying him so that he was better positioned for Simon to have sex with him. Simon rather fancied making Holland lie on his back so that he could watch his face while he took him.
Simon tapped his foot in impatience as Holland slowly obeyed him sitting up and moving around so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor. Reaching forward he cut the rope tied to the handcuffs and then as he unlocked the cuffs themselves Simon explained,
"I�m going to untie you, make you more comfortable. Just behave and you won�t be punished."
Simon watched as Holland slowly move his hands from behind his back. His wrists were raw, the skin broken and covered in dried blood where first rope and then the metal of the cuffs had cut into them when he�d struggled to free himself. Simon smiled enjoying the sight, the physical evidence of Holland�s suffering. He�d tied some fresh rope to the head of the bed and reached forward grabbing one of Holland�s wrists and deftly retying it with the rope noticed the lack of reaction again from the other man, he laughed and said,
"What no more fighting, no more pretending you don�t love everything I�ve done to you huh? Going to be a good boy for me now are you, bend over for me when I tell you to?"
The reaction was immediate catching Simon completely by surprise. Holland wrenched his hand from Simon�s grasp and reaching out grabbed onto Simon�s forearm. With strength that shocked Simon Holland dug his finger nails into his arm, drawing blood. Simon saw Holland�s face twisted in fury and cried out when he felt Holland�s nails tearing into the flesh of his arm. His cry of pain seemed to spur Holland on and he dug in even harder, dragging his nails down over Simon�s arm, they were like claws trying to rip his flesh from his arm. Simon was trying to pull his arm away from Holland�s grip but it was useless, the more he pulled the tighter Holland gripped him. Desperate Simon made a fist with his other hand and he punched Holland as hard as he could on the side of his head, on his temple. At last the grip on his arm relented and Holland�s eyes slid shut as he fell to his side on the bed unconscious.
Simon clasped his hand over the wound in his arm feeling his blood running down, dripping from his fingers. In his own quarters he braced himself as he put his arm under running water and watched his blood swirling down the plug hole. He winced in pain, as the wounds left by Holland�s nails stung sharply, wrapping a towel around his arm he went to fetch his first aid kit. As he cleaned and dressed the wound Simon was busy trying to think of a suitable punishment for Holland, he was going to make him wish he�d never been born, he was going to crush him, show him no mercy. As he taped the bandage securely to his forearm he grinned realizing he�d thought of the perfect thing, he felt the stirring of arousal as he visualized what he was going to do.
When he was ready Simon returned to the room holding Holland bringing with him a chair and some other useful items he would need. A quick glance in Holland�s direction showed that he hadn�t moved and was still out for the count. Simon moved quickly getting things ready hardly able to contain his excitement or his growing anger at Holland�s actions. When everything was in place he went over to the bed and untied Holland�s wrist freeing him from the bed, then he poured cold water over the unconscious man watching as he came back to awareness coughing and spluttering. Leaning down until he was in Holland�s face Simon screamed at him,
"Get up you little bastard!"
As Simon saw the confusion on Holland�s face and felt the painful throbbing from his injured arm he became incandescent with rage, he felt it rise up within himself and he gave himself over to the power of it. He grabbed onto Holland�s arm and dragged him from the bed, reaching down to grab his hair and haul him to his feet. Feeling himself growing angrier by the minute as Holland attempted to stand upright Simon dragged him across the room ignoring his feeble struggles. Simon screamed his anger into Holland�s face and pushed him down into the chair quickly securing him in place. He pulled Holland�s arms up onto the table and brought up the rope to secure his hands to the tabletop. As he did so Holland made to pull his hands away,
"Don�t you dare move your hands away. If you do I�ll get a hammer and nails and fucking nail them to the tabletop." Simon warned him. Belatedly Simon regreted that he hadn�t done just that and for a moment he considered going to see if he could find a hammer and nails, but no he wanted to get on with this, he wanted to start making Holland suffer. Holland seemed to realise that Simon was in earnest and stopped struggling, allowing his hands to be tied to the table. Simon noticed the open confusion on Holland�s face, he didn�t have a clue what was about to happen and Simon couldn�t wait to see his face when he told him. Simon took a moment to calm himself down, sometimes he could get carried away in his rage and this time he wanted to relish every moment.
When Simon explained to Holland that he was going to be punished, that he�d been ungrateful considering the love Simon had shown him he watched as Holland straightened his shoulders and glared defiantly back at him, threatening him. Simon looked him in the eye as he promised him,
"Oh we�ll see how tough you are, lashing out, threatening I�m I�m going to make you beg, make you cry� you�re gonna wish you were dead by the time I�m finished with you boy."
Simon was gratified to see Holland�s face grow pale at this words and his expression lose its defiance becoming uncertain instead.
He didn�t lose that uncertain look even when Simon showed him the pliers and told him,
"Do you know what they do to animals who scratch their owners too much? They de-claw them."
It was only when Simon pressed down on his hand splaying his fingers flat against the surface of the table and he gripped his thumbnail with the pliers, that realization dawned on him. Simon watched as Holland�s eyes grew wide with understanding, his expression first unbelieving and then horrified.
As he began to pull steadily back with the pliers Simon never looked away from Holland�s face, he wanted to see every nuance of expression, enjoy every pain filled, terror filled look and sound. He wasn�t disappointed, for a moment there was resistance to his pull and then he felt the nail begin to rip away from Holland�s hand and he thrilled as Holland screamed in agony, the smell of fresh blood assulting his nostrils. When he felt the nail tear away Simon looked down and saw it still clamped in the pliers ragged and bloody shreds of skin still attached to one end. Holland whimpered and Simon saw that he to was looking down at the gory sight, Holland felt Simon�s eyes on him and pulled his gaze away from his hand, and looked at Simon. Simon laughed at the fear and pain he found there, he laughed at the tears that coursed down Holland�s cheeks, revenge really was sweet he thought to himself as he moved onto the next finger. Holland�s screams of pain were accompanied by Simon�s laughter the entire time he ripped out each one of the nails on Holland�s right hand. When Simon began to pull on the thumbnail of Holland�s left hand Holland completely lost it. Simon smelt the sour tang of urine as fear and pain meant Hod lod lost control of his bladder, and then he began to beg just as Simon had promised him he would,
"N�no more please, please�I�m sorry, I�m s...s�sorry I won�t do it again�I�ll be good I promise�p�please�I�m sorry."
It sounded beautiful to Simon�s ears, and instead of making him stop it just spurred him on, adding another level of enjoyment to the experience. When the last nail had been ripped free Simon needed to rid himself of all the pent up emotion he was feeling, the thrill, the excitement. He wasted no time in cutting Holland free and pulling him upright bending him over the table. Simon freed his erection and swiped his hand through the pool of blood on the table wiping it on his penis to be used as lubricant. There would be no consideration for Holland this time, no tenderness, this time Simon was punishing him not showing him love. Holland didn�t struggle this time, but Simon heard his groan of pain joining his sobs as he rammed into him. Simon set a hard, punishing pace, frantically fucking the body under him as hard as he could. As he came it felt like heaven, he felt as if he were flying. While he was still buried deep inside Holland�s body he leaned forward, pulling Holland�s head up from the table top, and licked a path up his face, relishing the taste of his sweat and tears, his misery and pain. Now the moment was here, the final act, the small push that would send Holland into the abyss. A cruel smile twisted Simon�s face as he leant even closer and whispered into Holland�s ear.
"Smile for the camera."
Simon felt the man under him still completely; he even held his breath until he breathed out his refusal to believe what he�d been told,
"No, no�you�re lying."
Simon could tell that Holland didn�t believe his own words of denial, he knew that Holland was trying to convince himself as much as anything. Simon slowly explained it all to Holland relishing every moment, he told him all about the tapes and how he had sent them to Claudette, he wondered who had watched them knowing he was echoing Holland�s own thoughts. Finally, he asked Holland what he thought they thought of him after they had witnessed everything that had happened in that room, and how he had reacted to it all. Simon had to stop himself from crowing in delight when he saw the light inside Holland die. Simon knew that at that moment he�d broken him, he�d destroyed another human being�s soul, and the power that gave him was intotingting.
Simon pulled the unresisting man to the bed, he pushed him face down and tied his wrists to the head of the bedstead. Simon looked down taking in the battered and bloodied figure before him, Holland�s fingers bleeding and swollen, blood sed semen smeared, drying across his ass, the bitter smell of stale sweat and urine making Simon�s nose wrinkle. Walking away Simon looked forward to tomorrow.
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