Mr. Cooper

--- WARNING; This is a dark chapter containing sexual abuse. Read at your own discretion ---

A groan filled the room as the sun begun to rise. It slipped through the curtains and bathed the room in its gentle hands. Deirdre's blue eyes peeked open slowly before nudging against his pillow. He hurt all over. His bones ached, and his throat burned. He could barely remember the night before, but the taste of her remained... even now... even after two weeks of trying to forget. The feel of her fingers on his skin stayed. That thought brought him great displeasure. Forcing himself to roll over, he allowed for the blanket to fall from his form and onto the ground. He shoved himself into a sit before leaning back against the headboard. His hand brushed against his hair to tuck it behind his ears. Once doing that, he blindly reached over to grab a hair tie from the nightstand. Pulling his hair back, he tied it into a messy pony tail before allowing himself to examine the room. Ice cold eyes flickered about as he took in the room. It was a guest bedroom at Nevermore. It was one of the more simple ones with a king sized bed and dark oak wooden floors. The walls were a deep purple that made the room much darker than it was.

Yawning, he scratched at his still clothed chest before finally throwing his legs over the side of the bed. He was naked from the waist down. A moan sounded behind him, and he glanced around to watch a women snuggle back into bed. She too was naked. That was right. He had picked her up at the bar and had his way with her. He had been in need of a distraction, and before he knew it he had to much... and decided to enjoy himself just a bit further. The sight of the scratches on her back, along her hips, and the lovely marks on her neck had him smirking. For a second, Deirdre wondered if the mark on Aidan's neck had disappeared yet. Then again, he doubted she would let him that close again. He had pushed her to far, which was not like him. His calculation would cost him.

Growling, Deirdre shoved himself up and headed towards the shower. All of the guestrooms were equip with their own bathroom, bath, and shower. This bathroom had a walk in closet to the right while a separate space room next to it just for the toilet. Against the other wall by the entrance were two sinks with a few drawers for storage. Across from that was a large bath enough to fit to people, and to the right was the shower. It was a stone floor with white tile walls. Glass was wrapped around it, but it had no door. It was a walk in with a small lip to keep the water in. Deirdre never thought much when it came to bathroom style, but he tended to like it big. He hated to be confined, and the idea of any rooms being small bothered him. Of course, he would never say so.

Peeling the shirt away, Deirdre tossed it to the ground and turned the water on. It was cold, ice cold. Stepping into it, the male's muscles tensed up. He pulled the pony tail out. It was a waste to even put it in, but the idea of another being had touched him made him feel.. dirty. No, any touch was dirty. Such a notion brought him to reach over and grab the soap... before beginning to scrub away while his mind drifted.

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Deirdre was only sixteen when he was sold for the first time. Before then, he had... received special training, but he was often just a toy. He had uses for boredom or when others needed to take their frustration out on something. He was a good target... small.. and not willing to fight back. It was not long until he was used for worse things. The women seemed to like him, a lot. However, because of that his treatment had slightly approved. All he had to do was obey, which was something he hated doing. His pride had long been torn to shreds though. He had long been made into... something less than human, and because of that he was easy to control. Nickalos only paid attention to him for small things, but he had begun to take him on any meetings he had. At an early age, he had learned to drank, smoke, fuck, and most of all... kill.

Despite this, Deirdre had done something he promised himself he would never do. He stood up for another person. It had been late at night... dark in a bar. Nickalos had dragged him there to speak with the manager of the place regarding business. Of course, he was brought along as an obedient lapdog. He had felt more like a monkey at the time though with his simple white shirt and dress jacket, pants, and black shoes. Black leather gloves covered his hands while a black belt looped on his hips. A small black gun sat there along with a knife. It was about three inches with a green snake painted on the handle. His hair had neatly been pulled back into a braid with thick grease keeping the stray hairs in place. Bruising trickled along his jaw and cheek from the fight he had been in the week prior. Nickalos was dressed in less formal wear. He enjoyed dressing up his slave, but he wore nothing but a simple brown t-shirt, black pants and sandals. He had a gun tucked in his waist band, however it was highly unlikely anyone would dare challenge him. After all, he was Nickalos White... the Lupas mafia boss, conquer of the Kingdom of Flame. Anyone that messed with him had a death wish.

Although, what had concerned Deirdre at the time was the sight of the female with them. She was younger than even he. She was maybe only about ten or eleven Perhaps even younger. Bambi was the name she went by, but he never truly knew if that was her real name or not. He had seen her around headquarters, however not much more than that. She was a small little thing with chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes and fair skin. She wore a red dress that was sleeveless. It just hair fabric that wrapped around her neck and fell down to her ankles. There, she had on small red heels. Her hair had been done, slightly curled, and pinned into place with a single black rose clip. Her lips had been painted with the same black while around her eyes had been painted to bring out the color. She was rather cute and looked much older than she truly was. She was the only one without a weapon at the time.

The instead they stepped into the bar though, Deirdre knew something was off. There was no one but an older man sitting at the bar. It was small with red oak wooden floors and walls. The tables were pressed to one side with the other having slot machines and a few other games. There were no stages which meant it was not a stripe club... or anything that like to present itself that way. To the farthest middle wall was the bar itself. It was huge with black top and black shelves. Red lights shined along the front of it to give the place a soft glow. Step stools lined the bar top with silk red pillows on each seat. It looked comfortable enough. The male looked up and smiled at the sight of the three as they entered. Nickalos had ignored him though as he came to sit down in one of the seats. Deirdre nor the girl had moved from the middle of the room while watching the male.

The stranger was about six feet with a slight belly. He was maybe in his late 20's or early 30's with curled crimson hair. It came just above his shoulders and laid like a mane. Along his cheeks a few freckles could be seen. Green eyes only brought them out more, however the color was drowned out by the shadow of the male's hat. It was a black top hair that leaned to one side of his head. Wrapped around the top hat looked to be black snake skin. He wore a long sleeved white shirt with a black vest. His pants, leather boots and leather gloves looked to be the same shade of black. For a moment, Deirdre did not even think this male was real. He frowned at him and watched the boss from the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Cooper." The man smiled at Nickalos's greeting. He slid across a small cup of bronze liquid across the table for the mafia boss to catch. Please, he picked it up and slowly swirled the mixture.

"A pleasure White." Nickalos took a sip before Mr. Cooper's eyes turned to look over at the two. A sickly sweet smile slithered onto his lips. "I see you brought a present for me."

Deirdre's eyes widened slightly, but he did not move at the sound of Nickalos's chuckle. "Only if you have what I asked for."

"Of course, but only if I get to play first." Smirking, he looked over at the male. Bambi, who had been still this whole time, begun to shiver in fright. It was only then Deirdre understood what was going on. He... Nickalos wouldn't dare!

"Go right ahead." Deirdre had moved before he thought of it. Whipping in front of her, he yanked his gun out.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" He would never forget the burn of the bullet when Nickalos turned and shot him... right there and then in his leg. Nor would he forget the sounds of Bambi's screaming when Nickalos made him watch as she was raped... again and again for hours until she could no longer make a sound. He would never forget Nickalos's laughs... when Deirdre was next. It was the last time he disobeyed Lupas, and the last time he stood up for another person. It was also the start of being sold... again and again.

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A warm body jerked Deirdre from his thoughts and memories as he glanced back at the women. She must have gotten up when he was not listening. Her lips were slowly brushing down his back, yet he felt nothing from it. He simply watched as the black hair was drenched by the cold water that was slowly warming. She must had turned it up. "Come back to bed." She purred before reaching around his waist. A hand gripped his long length making him growl lightly at the touch. Slowly, she moved her hand along it... her body moved against his, and soon she was nibbling along his shoulder.

Deirdre gripped her wrist making the women look up. Her green eyes watching him in confusion before he turned himself around. The male gripped her shoulders and shoved her onto her knees. She yelped in surprise, but slowly she smiled with knowledge of what he was doing. The male cared little though as he tilted his head. "Know your place." With that warning, his hand tangled into his hair, while his other hand moved to grip himself. Roughly, he forced his length between her lips and along her tongue. Thus, he took her mouth with long rough strokes as once more, they got lost in each other.