[ Reek doesn’t resist. He allows Dodger to slam him into the wall, a soft whimper that’s more fear than pain escaping him. His mind tries to Peice together his mistake but he still fails. ]
I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. [ His eyes are wild and desperate. ]
[Theon can barely get those words out before Dodger aims a punch to his jaw. He's holding back a bit, but only because he doesn't want to kill him. If he kills him he'll have to track him down all over again, and that's just a waste.]
You are fucking pathetic. [He sneers, aiming another punch at his ribs.] If you don't know what you're apologizing for, then keep your fucking mouth shut. You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill.
[ Reek can’t think of what he’d done. His head is thrown to the side with one punch and he doubles over in pain when the next is at his ribs. He won’t be surprised if some of them are broken. He still doesn’t really try to stop Dodger or get away. He’s a good boy. ]
Please. I’ll be good. [ Reek pleads he’s not perfect after all. And he’s scared, scared dodgers going to kill him. ] I’ll be good. I’ll be good now.
[ There’s desperation and he is pathetic. Reek knows. ]
I’m sorry. [ he can’t stop it from coming out of him like a desperate mantra or prayer. ]
[Well, he isn't fighting back, and that sort of dulls the excitement. Dodger backs off for a moment, taking two steps back from him. It's only a moment, though, as it gives him enough time to aim a kick at the same spot on Theon's ribs and knock him to the ground.]
On your knees. [He paces in a slow circle around him, like a predator circling for the kill.] You should have been good the first time I tried touching you. But you'll be better next time, yeah?
[ There’s definitely broken ribs after that kick. Pain explodes from the epicenter of the kick. Reek falls to the ground. He couldn’t help clutching that side, gasping for ear and trying to prepare for the next kick that would surely come as Dodger moved around him.
Reek nods as he moves to his knees, still clutching his side and his head bowed in shame. ]
[He aims another punch at Theon's head but it stops just short, just to make the man flinch.]
It'd be a pain in the ass if this got back to me when you cool down, though... let's say you tripped down the stairs, yeah? [He crouches down in front of him, cocking his head to examine his face.] Might need a few more bruises to really sell it.
[ He tenses at the kiss but at least that was brief. He’s hunched over, head bowed as he waits, knowing what’s going to be coming, at least generally speaking.
The kick sends pain flaring through him and he falls forward, falling onto his hands and digging his fingers into the ground ]
[He leans over him, fingers gripping into his hair and yanking him back up onto his knees. He knows he's done a lot of damage already, and who knows if Theon can stay up on his own, but he isn't finished getting his anger out. He doesn't get an out until then.]
I'm sorry... [ The words are shaky at best. He doesn't fight when Dodger pulls him back to his knees, feeling the hair pull at his scalp painfully in Dodger's grip. He feels weak and breathing is difficult as each breath is accompanied by more pain from the broken ribs. ]
Don't be sorry. [His breath is hot in Theon's ear, low like the growl of a monster.] Be better.
[Theon is plunged into darkness again, as Dodger teleports him closer to the wall. By the time the room is clear again, he's already slamming Theon's head into the wall - and a second time for good measure, before letting him go.]
[ Reek, because he's Reek right now - not Theon, shudders. He can't do anything when he's teleported, but he hates that feeling but he can't do anything.
He groans as the other slams his head into the wall twice and he doesn't think he can stand up even leaning against the wall his vision is blurry. ]
[Dodger takes a step back, taking in the sight of him. A part of him feels genuine, positive joy at the blood, the bruising and the panic in the man's eyes. But a large, and rising, part feels guilt. There's a growing panic in the back of his mind, that he couldn't put into words just yet. It isn't satisfying, but it is cathartic.
There's a soft growl before he teleports closer to the door, slams his fist into it and breaks the wood away from the mangled mess of a door handle. He glances back over his shoulder, eyes full of menace.]
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Date: 2019-07-22 11:40 am (UTC)I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. [ His eyes are wild and desperate. ]
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Date: 2019-07-22 11:59 am (UTC)You are fucking pathetic. [He sneers, aiming another punch at his ribs.] If you don't know what you're apologizing for, then keep your fucking mouth shut. You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill.
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Date: 2019-07-22 12:54 pm (UTC)Please. I’ll be good. [ Reek pleads he’s not perfect after all. And he’s scared, scared dodgers going to kill him. ] I’ll be good. I’ll be good now.
[ There’s desperation and he is pathetic. Reek knows. ]
I’m sorry. [ he can’t stop it from coming out of him like a desperate mantra or prayer. ]
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Date: 2019-07-22 01:09 pm (UTC)On your knees. [He paces in a slow circle around him, like a predator circling for the kill.] You should have been good the first time I tried touching you. But you'll be better next time, yeah?
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Date: 2019-07-22 04:32 pm (UTC)Reek nods as he moves to his knees, still clutching his side and his head bowed in shame. ]
I’ll be good.
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Date: 2019-07-23 01:13 am (UTC)[He aims another punch at Theon's head but it stops just short, just to make the man flinch.]
It'd be a pain in the ass if this got back to me when you cool down, though... let's say you tripped down the stairs, yeah? [He crouches down in front of him, cocking his head to examine his face.] Might need a few more bruises to really sell it.
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Date: 2019-07-23 05:25 pm (UTC)Yes. [ Because he can't really say no at this point. ]
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Date: 2019-07-24 02:30 am (UTC)Good. Hold still.
[He leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Theon's lips. Then he gets up, moves behind Theon and aims a kick across his shoulders.]
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Date: 2019-07-24 12:43 pm (UTC)The kick sends pain flaring through him and he falls forward, falling onto his hands and digging his fingers into the ground ]
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Date: 2019-07-24 12:51 pm (UTC)[He leans over him, fingers gripping into his hair and yanking him back up onto his knees. He knows he's done a lot of damage already, and who knows if Theon can stay up on his own, but he isn't finished getting his anger out. He doesn't get an out until then.]
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Date: 2019-07-24 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-26 02:56 am (UTC)[Theon is plunged into darkness again, as Dodger teleports him closer to the wall. By the time the room is clear again, he's already slamming Theon's head into the wall - and a second time for good measure, before letting him go.]
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Date: 2019-07-28 12:38 am (UTC)He groans as the other slams his head into the wall twice and he doesn't think he can stand up even leaning against the wall his vision is blurry. ]
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Date: 2019-07-28 11:42 pm (UTC)There's a soft growl before he teleports closer to the door, slams his fist into it and breaks the wood away from the mangled mess of a door handle. He glances back over his shoulder, eyes full of menace.]
Not a word, yeah?
[And with that, he disappears.]