Villain, 4

Villains Lie, Except when the Truth is Worse

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“Today we’re going to play a game called ‘don’t lie,’” Sam said when he came into the cell. “Sound fun?”

“Sounds like something you’d lose right away,” Henry said, and it seemed like he’d given up that sullen silence of his, which was fine with Sam. Forcing him to talk every day had started to get boring.

“When do you think I’ve lied to you?” Sam asked, honesty in his voice. “You’re completely within my power. What cause do you imagine I’d have to tell you anything but the truth?”

Henry made a huffing sound. “Do you need a reason? You’re a psychopath and you spend all your time thinking of ways to hurt me.”

“Don’t be so self-centered, Henry,” Sam chided. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re not my one and only. I spend a significant amount of time thinking of ways to hurt other people too. And often I hurt people without planning it in advance. For example, on the way here I decided I wanted to break someone’s fingers, so I did that to the next maid I met. So you’re welcome.”

“What? Why would you…”

“Well, if I hadn’t met her I might have broken your fingers instead, so you’re welcome. I’ve been trying hard not to break your body, since I like it so much, so it was good that I worked that urge out before I got here.” Sam actually did think, quite frequently, about all the ways he wished he could hurt Henry, all the ways he could break him. He wanted to lick Henry’s blood from his skin, take Henry to his room and flay the skin from his feet, cut him open and find out what his insides felt like. He wanted to hurt and hurt and hurt Henry until Henry couldn’t do anything but beg Sam to hurt him some more. But he couldn’t.

Not yet.

“Psychopath,” Henry said, and it was a whisper. “You’re a fucking psycho.”

“Hm.” Sam sat down on the floor in front of Henry. “That’s no way to talk to your friend.”

“We’re not friends,” Henry spat.

Sam sighed. It was taking Henry a long time to figure this out. Maybe Sam should give him hints. “So are you going to play my game?”

“Are you going to rape me if I don’t?” Henry asked, and Sam smiled because that was the first time Henry had used that word.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to rape me if I do?”

Sam laughed. “Probably.”

“Then fuck off.”

“Isn’t probably better than definitely?” Sam asked. “Don’t you want at least the chance to not be hurt? But then, I guess giving up is something you do a lot of, isn’t it?”

The sharp exhalation of Henry’s breath was Sam’s only answer. Sam smiled some more. “Fine. How about this—if you play with me, I won’t touch you today.”

“You’re full of shit.” The sneer in Henry’s voice was pretty plain.

“Remember before when I said I didn’t lie?” Sam asked, shifting on the stone. “Play with me.”

“No.”

Sam tapped his finger impatiently against the floor. “Dad’s in a bad mood today,” he said finally. “I don’t want to go back upstairs until he’s over it.”

“You’re afraid of him?”

“Of course I am—I’m not stupid. I used to have a lot more siblings than I do now, you know.”

“The world’s better off without them,” Henry muttered, but Sam caught a tone of regret in that. It would have been awfully out of keeping, he thought, for Henry to be happy at the deaths of children.

“Probably,” Sam agreed. Most of his siblings had been pretty awful. “Now play with me or I’m going to pass the time in a more fun way.”

The silence buzzed as Sam waited for Henry’s response. “Fine,” he finally said. “‘Don’t lie?’ The truth is I hate you and I hope you die in a fire. Happy?”

“Yes.” Sam smiled. “The rules are if you tell a lie, I get to punish you. We can take turns asking questions.”

“And what’s to stop you from lying?”

“My conscience.”

“Do you even have one?”

“Yes.” Sam wasn’t entirely sure what a conscience consisted of. It sounded to him like a voice in your head that told you not to do bad things—and unlike some of his departed siblings, he’d never heard any voices in his head that he knew of (though who knew, maybe some of the voices that talked to him throughout the day were secretly not real). Sam kind of assumed that meant he’d never done anything bad enough to warrant being told off by some mystical moral concept. “That was your first question. It’s my turn now.”

Henry’s annoyed huff was his only answer. “Have you ever had a pet?”

Sam could almost hear Henry’s surprise in the silence. Not what he’d been expecting, apparently. “I used to have a cat named Sparkles.”

“Sparkles is a stupid name for a cat.”

“My sister named her.” Henry’s mouth audibly snapped shut at that and Sam smiled. So Henry had a sister—or had had one, anyway. He wondered if she was still alive.

If she was, she wouldn’t be for much longer. “Your turn.”

“Do you have any friends at all—real ones, not people you’ve chained up to torture?”

Sam thought about that. “I don’t see why you don’t think people I’ve chained up to torture can’t be my friends, but going with that stipulation, no. There is a boy who’s a little younger than me working as a servant here in the castle. He’s awfully nice to me, I think he feels bad for me. His name’s Todd. I’d like it if I could get to know him better, but I think he’s also afraid of me. How do you convince people not to be afraid of you?”

“Is that your question?”

Sam’s lip quirked upwards. “Sure.”

“Normal people don’t need to convince anyone not to be afraid of them,” Henry said. “Most people aren’t afraid of us because we don’t rape and torture people for fun.”

“Ah.” Sam thought about that. “So it’s a perception of weakness. They don’t feel threatened by you, so they aren’t afraid. Interesting.” That seemed like something that might work with Todd. Sam would have to give it a try.

Henry just sighed. “Of course you don’t get it. I almost forgot you’re a lunatic.”

“It’s your turn.”

“Has anyone ever raped you?”

Oh, he was trying to get to the bottom of Sam’s troubled psyche as a method of getting control over his own situation. Wasn’t that clever. And adorable. Sam resisted the urge to rub his hands together. “Yes,” he lied. “My father used to give me to one of the guards when I misbehaved. Sometimes he even watched.” In reality, dad had only ever threatened to do that, because Sam had never been stupid enough to push him to find out if he were bluffing or not.

“That’s terrible,” Henry whispered.

“He’s a pretty terrible person,” Sam agreed. “Have you ever been with anyone besides me?”

There was a long pause before Henry answered. “No.” That one word was awfully heavy.

“Good. I don’t believe in sharing.”

“If…if we had killed him, your dad, what would you have done?”

“Hm.” Sam thought about that. He wasn’t in the habit of thinking of things that hadn’t happened. “Thanked you, probably. Then executed you both.”

Henry laughed harshly. “I’ll add gratitude to the list of things you don’t get.”

“I might still have taken you prisoner,” Sam said, still considering. “Though I’d have kept you in my room rather than the dungeon.”

“I’ll consider myself lucky then.”

“You’re funny.” Sam sat back. “Are there people who are going to come look for you? Friends, family?”

Henry was quiet for a while this time before answering. “No.”

“Because they’re all dead or because they don’t care?”

“It’s not your turn anymore,” Henry growled.

“Fair enough,” Sam said, leaning back with a smile.

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Living? Three.” Sam wondered if Henry was asking that as a way of getting information on how many sorcerers might be living here in the castle. That would be probably the first smart question he’d asked. “Two sisters and a brother. None of them are here, though.”

Henry snorted. “Let me guess, they all ran as far as they could?”

Sam held back a chuckle. “My oldest sister did. The other two are running errands for dad.”

“Guess you’re not useful enough to run errands, are you?” Henry asked with a sneer.

“No, not really.” Sam stretched his arms. “That was three questions. Now I get to ask three.” A light huff was the only answer. “How come, when you had me in a position where I had to tell the truth, you never asked about Terry?”

The stricken silence that followed his question sent a thrill through Sam. “I…” Henry stuttered and trailed off.

“You’ll incur a punishment if you don’t answer the question,” Sam told him.

“Tell me about him.” Henry’s voice was strained. Sam thought he probably already knew what he was going to be told.

“That’s not an answer.”

“I…I didn’t think of it, that’s all. I just…”

“You’re lying,” Sam said, sitting up and leaning forward. He pulled a small knife and tapped it against Henry’s throat just once, just so he would know what it was, just to get that little shock of fear that he liked. Then he reached down to Henry’s shirt collar and started cutting down the centre of the fabric. “You didn’t ask because you don’t care. Or maybe because you were scared of the answer. But you thought of it.”

“Fuck you,” Henry whimpered.

“So you aren’t even going to deny it?” Sam asked, finishing his cut and starting on the sleeves to get Henry out of the shirt completely.

“What did you do to Terry?”

“It’s not your turn,” Sam said harshly, finishing with the shirt and tossing the rags aside. He stepped back. “I have two more questions. Why’d you drop your sword the day you were captured?”

“I…” Sam could feel the force of Henry’s anger. “I got hit on the hand.”

“You’re lying,” Sam repeated, with an exasperated noise. “You didn’t want to get hurt so you surrendered.”

“I didn’t!” Henry’s voice rose. “I got hurt!”

“It’s not a hard game to play.” Sam sighed, crouching down and slicing through Henry’s belt with the knife, working the blade down a pantleg in one seamless cut. “It’s one thing to lie to me, Henry, but you’d be happier if you stopped lying to yourself.”

“Like you’d fucking know. You’re the most deluded person I’ve ever met.”

“Am I?” Sam challenged. “I say what I think, I do what I want, I act on my desires and I don’t feel the need to apologize for any of it afterwards. You’d be happier if you were more like me.”

“I’m nothing like you,” Henry spat.

Not yet, maybe. “Yes, you are. You’re just afraid to admit it is all. Don’t worry, I’m here to help.” Sam finished with Henry’s pants, tossed them aside as well. “Last question. If I let you out of here, told you what you needed to do to kill my father and escape, would you do it?”

“No.” Henry’s reply was definitive and rang through the small space.

“Now that I believe.” Henry wasn’t smart enough to realize that Sam was his only ally. “Why not?”

“That was your last question. What have you done to Terry?”

“Hm.” Sam stood, tapping the knife against his wrist. “I don’t feel like playing anymore. Thanks for helping me pass the time, Henry.”

“No!” Henry’s shout startled Sam a little. “You tell me what you did to him, you fucker!” His voice made it clear to Sam that he knew what he was going to hear.

“I didn’t do anything to him,” Sam said, still tapping the knife. “And you’re in no position to tell me what to do. Try asking more politely.”

A long silence stretched out between them, punctuated at first by the soft sound of Sam’s knife against his own skin, which he stopped when he accidentally cut himself. “Please,” Henry said finally, his voice carrying a harsh lilt of surrender. “Please, Sam. Tell me what’s happening to Terry. He’s my only friend.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” Sam crouched down, now tapping he knife on Henry’s shin. “What are you going to do for me?”

“What?”

“You’re awfully unpleasant to me. Not just today. Why should I do you a favour? Give me something in return and I’ll tell you.”

“You think I’m stupid, don’t you?” Henry whispered. “I see what you’re doing, you bastard.”

“I do think you’re stupid, but not because of that,” Sam said. “In your position, anyone would be easily manipulated by someone like me. You’re alone and scared. And you’re desperate to escape. And desperate to prove, to yourself as much as to me, that you’re a good person. That’d you’d have been willing to do for Terry what he did for you. And there’s a part of you that thinks maybe, maybe you deserve it. Maybe I should be hurting you, because you weren’t good enough and that’s why Terry got captured. You know it and he knows it, and if you hadn’t been here, maybe he’d have done better. Or if you’d been less of a coward and kept fighting, maybe things would be different.”

“Stop,” Henry said quietly. He was crying. “Just stop. Just…”

“What are you going to give me, Henry?”

“Whatever you want.” His voice cracked. “Whatever you want, Sam. Just tell me.”

“Good answer, Henry,” Sam said, smiling. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! Just…” Henry broke off, quiet sobs interrupting the silence.

“Okay.” Sam trailed the knife up Henry’s leg until he got to the smallclothes, then carefully cut those away too. “You’ll be much more comfortable without those dirty clothes on,” he said as they fell away. He bent down and took Henry’s boots as well, leaving him completely uncovered.

Sam sat there for a minute, thinking carefully about what he wanted to do. He was uncomfortably hard in his pants, but decided against doing anything about that yet. He moved forward, slowly until he found Henry’s skin, sliding his fingers along Henry’s body until he found what he wanted.

Henry was flaccid, so Sam started to play with him, willing him erect. It wasn’t easy and Henry made no noise at all while Sam worked, which was annoying. He liked the noises Henry made. He didn’t use his powers to restrain Henry today, trusting the chains to be enough, and Henry didn’t disappoint in that, at least. True to his word he just sat there, let Sam do what he would.

When Sam leaned forward and popped Henry into his mouth he was rewarded with a hiss. Despite his best effort Henry was soon getting hard in Sam’s mouth.

“This is my first time doing this,” Sam admitted, pulling away for a second. “I’ve had it done to me, though, so I like to think I know a thing or two. Still, I appreciate the opportunity to practice.”

Henry didn’t answer, but his breathing was audible now, coming heavy from his mouth. Sam went back at him, sucking Henry to full hardness and working it up and down with his tongue, paying particular attention to the head. Henry whimpered. Sam didn’t make any effort to keep his teeth clear, and knew he scraped Henry a few times, but Henry never complained.

Henry’s breath started to come in sharper spurts, light gasps. Sam smiled, pulling off his cock and standing, leaning in to kiss Henry on the mouth. Henry flinched back despite himself and Sam smiled, pursued him. Just a quick peck on the lips and Sam grabbed hold of Henry’s length, slowly stroking him to completion while Sam grinded himself fully clothed against Henry’s leg.

When Henry’s entire body tensed, Sam leaned in further and whispered in Henry’s ear. “Terry died three days ago. His last words were an apology to you.”

The cry that Henry gave when he came was so beautiful that Sam did the same, right in his pants. It was a strained sound that tasted of pain and conveyed so much guilt. When Henry was finished, he hung there softly whimpering, and Sam’s finger found tears running down his face. “We tossed his body in the centipede pit. It doesn’t take them very long to devour a person.”

“Stop…” Henry cried. “Please stop.”

“I’m answering your question, that’s all. We gave his sword to the captain of our guard…”

“Please just stop. It’s enough, that’s enough. No more, please.”

Sam’s favourite thing to listen to was the sound of Henry crying. But Henry begging, he thought, was a solid second. “You asked me for information. I’ll tell you everything we did to him, in as much detail as I can remember.”

“No…”

“No, please…I can’t. I can’t, Sam.”

“You’d be surprised what you can do, Henry.” Sam said, sitting beside him and getting comfortable. Quietly he reached out and hid the knife in the pile of Henry’s clothes in the corner. “The first thing we did was drip boiling water into his eyes until he begged us to take them out…”

Sam had to pause in his telling twice to relieve the terrible hardness that Henry’s pleading and tears were causing in him.

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