Logos Naki World - Chapter Seven
Title: Logos Naki World - Chapter Seven
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever torture and nudity references are...
Summary: Sometimes all it takes
is the worst moments in life to make you realize just exactly what you
would do for something that means the world to you.
Disclaimer: the same as the rest of the chapters...
Notes: Because my brain is
still mushy from the recent (amazing) fics other people have posted...
I'm severly lacking in Pete-Syndrom-Banter so this chapter is shorter
than I had hoped in comparrison to four (parts A and B.) 'Bob' still
does not have a
name, suggestions would be nice from all the readers. Also, this isn't
exactly a happy chapter. I advise all men reading to put a cup on....
“Please don’t tell me that you once inspired to be a doctor or
something. There’s a percentage of people in this world that has that
kind of neurotic and weird state of mind that makes that kind of thing
pre-determined.”
Duct tape. Hmm… it should fix almost anything. Except for my situation.
With both my hands being duct taped together and around the railing. He
must REALLY like duct tape.
“So it IS bondage. I thought you didn’t like me...”
WHAP!
So he hit me again. Backhanded. Man backhanding people is so OUT in
’05. I guess he’s got a short fuse tonight. I guess this also makes him
the kind who doesn’t respect his sister. I mean, come on! She doesn’t
want me all bloodied up… I don’t want to be that way either.
“Is this necessary?”
Oh COLD! He just slipped a small knife into my pants. The point
pressing against someplace it shouldn’t. Makes sitting very
uncomfortable.
“Keep talking and I’ll draw blood.”
I suddenly miss my belt like WHOA. Probably because he’s taking off my
pants and this really DOES feel like one of those rape scenes. I mean
there’s bondage involved and I’m not wearing my pants anymore. Oh yeah
and there’s knife right at my crotch.
“Yeah yeah, pops.”
He pressed and I jerked back. Call it an automatic reflex. I bet you’d
do the same given my position. I know I’ve done some incredibly stupid
stuff but this I think takes the cake for now.
He moved to sit on my knees. Great. That’s just what I need. A
psychopath sitting on my knees, with a needle in his hand. The blade
now on the floor. For some reason, I’m kind of glad Penda’s NOT here. I
think I’d rather spare her the scene if I could – uh despite the creepy
voodoo dolls she keeps of me.
Would I be wrong to consider that if it were Patrick doing this I wouldn’t care?
Maybe…
Huh, when did that CD player get here? I must have not paid attention.
At the time. Cause when he hit play I couldn’t help it, “I wanna be bad
with you baby. I- I- I-I.”
It’s a guilty pleasure when I’m all alone late at night and I can’t sleep…
Oh wow. Creepy stalker guy listens to horrible pop music too. I’m not
sure if it’s to torture him or me. That or he’s really desperate for
music over there. That kind of crap isn’t in league with emo-punk
anyway. Crap music is overrated. Either way, this is more information I
want to know about him.
“You know they say ‘Giddy-up’ about a total of 151 times, right?” He
changed the song. Okay. Okay. I promise not to say anything else about
his crappy music taste! Just don’t play this song PLEASE!
(Unfortunately, I have no way of turning off this terrible live
performance of Brittany Spears’ Stronger.)
Oh Jesus. I felt something wet on my lip. Dammit and I can’t even
touch it - stupid bondage scene. Smells salty, kinda tastes a little
tangy. Ah, washcloth. Thank you, you psycho.
“Hmmm. I wasn’t expecting you to get a nosebleed from that.”
“Well, apparently she’s just THAT bad.”
“What did you expect, for me to take requests?”
“Well, now that you mention it, do you have Panic! At The Disco?” Yes, I know I’m such a smartass.
“No.”
“Do you have anything BESIDES pop music? Anything GOOD?”
“No.”
“You’re kidding me. Your sister’s a fan and you don’t even have our
CDs?” Yes, I’m desperate for anything besides this crap. Even if it is
the music I make… which will be awkward. Which most fans pose the
question to themselves, ‘Does the artist listen to their own work?’ If
I must, then I will.
He just huffed in exasperation. Lucky me. I’m annoying him. I knew I could.
Of course that was at the same time he just grabbed my dangling unit. I
know I say I’m scared of even my own, but that’s just ridiculous. I
don’t know why people take me so seriously.
“You know, the more you do this the more I’m convinced you want to seriously romp with me.”
Then he picked up the needle. It was a little curvy and about four
inches long and hollow. Where the hell did he get that? Uh. No dude.
Just… NO! Oh ow…. It’s not supposed to go in there! (The needle into my
penis that is…)
“How about I call this a test of euphoria? If you do move, you’ll get pierced straight through.”
Just…narf man.
“Sadistic…” Just fucking breathe man. Can’t hurt to breathe right?
Can’t get pierced that way. I know I joked about getting a piercing
down there once, but I didn’t mean it literally! Nipples are totally
fine, but not down here. There are just some things even I won’t do.
“Only when it comes to people like you.”
“Like me? What the fuck was I in a past life, a sheep to you and stomped all over you with the rest of my herd?”
I fucking yelped then – after he tasered me. That fucking HURTS! Taser
+ needle poke = FUCKING PAINFUL! Jesus I think I might be peeing red
for a week. This is so not cool.
“Let’s play. I ask a question, and if you answer with another smartass
reply I’ll fucking use the taser again among other things.”
I think I can do that. Keyword being ‘think.’ If you’ve ever seen Blade
Trinity, I’m the kind of guy who’s like Hannibal King. In bad
situations I use my smartass-y-ness to keep myself from showing exactly
what I’m really thinking about and how scared I am. Sometimes that’s
good and sometimes… it’s very bad.
“Fine.” I wheezed out. One syllable. So good so far, “Let’s get personal. Do I get to ask you questions too?”
Taser in same place + another needle stab = girly scream. I guess not. I need to learn to shut up.
You can find the previous chapters here:
Chapter Six
Chapter Five
Chapter Four B
Chapter Four A
Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter One
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever torture and nudity references are...
Summary: Sometimes all it takes
is the worst moments in life to make you realize just exactly what you
would do for something that means the world to you.
Disclaimer: the same as the rest of the chapters...
Notes: Because my brain is
still mushy from the recent (amazing) fics other people have posted...
I'm severly lacking in Pete-Syndrom-Banter so this chapter is shorter
than I had hoped in comparrison to four (parts A and B.) 'Bob' still
does not have a
name, suggestions would be nice from all the readers. Also, this isn't
exactly a happy chapter. I advise all men reading to put a cup on....
“Please don’t tell me that you once inspired to be a doctor or
something. There’s a percentage of people in this world that has that
kind of neurotic and weird state of mind that makes that kind of thing
pre-determined.”
Duct tape. Hmm… it should fix almost anything. Except for my situation.
With both my hands being duct taped together and around the railing. He
must REALLY like duct tape.
“So it IS bondage. I thought you didn’t like me...”
WHAP!
So he hit me again. Backhanded. Man backhanding people is so OUT in
’05. I guess he’s got a short fuse tonight. I guess this also makes him
the kind who doesn’t respect his sister. I mean, come on! She doesn’t
want me all bloodied up… I don’t want to be that way either.
“Is this necessary?”
Oh COLD! He just slipped a small knife into my pants. The point
pressing against someplace it shouldn’t. Makes sitting very
uncomfortable.
“Keep talking and I’ll draw blood.”
I suddenly miss my belt like WHOA. Probably because he’s taking off my
pants and this really DOES feel like one of those rape scenes. I mean
there’s bondage involved and I’m not wearing my pants anymore. Oh yeah
and there’s knife right at my crotch.
“Yeah yeah, pops.”
He pressed and I jerked back. Call it an automatic reflex. I bet you’d
do the same given my position. I know I’ve done some incredibly stupid
stuff but this I think takes the cake for now.
He moved to sit on my knees. Great. That’s just what I need. A
psychopath sitting on my knees, with a needle in his hand. The blade
now on the floor. For some reason, I’m kind of glad Penda’s NOT here. I
think I’d rather spare her the scene if I could – uh despite the creepy
voodoo dolls she keeps of me.
Would I be wrong to consider that if it were Patrick doing this I wouldn’t care?
Maybe…
Huh, when did that CD player get here? I must have not paid attention.
At the time. Cause when he hit play I couldn’t help it, “I wanna be bad
with you baby. I- I- I-I.”
It’s a guilty pleasure when I’m all alone late at night and I can’t sleep…
Oh wow. Creepy stalker guy listens to horrible pop music too. I’m not
sure if it’s to torture him or me. That or he’s really desperate for
music over there. That kind of crap isn’t in league with emo-punk
anyway. Crap music is overrated. Either way, this is more information I
want to know about him.
“You know they say ‘Giddy-up’ about a total of 151 times, right?” He
changed the song. Okay. Okay. I promise not to say anything else about
his crappy music taste! Just don’t play this song PLEASE!
(Unfortunately, I have no way of turning off this terrible live
performance of Brittany Spears’ Stronger.)
Oh Jesus. I felt something wet on my lip. Dammit and I can’t even
touch it - stupid bondage scene. Smells salty, kinda tastes a little
tangy. Ah, washcloth. Thank you, you psycho.
“Hmmm. I wasn’t expecting you to get a nosebleed from that.”
“Well, apparently she’s just THAT bad.”
“What did you expect, for me to take requests?”
“Well, now that you mention it, do you have Panic! At The Disco?” Yes, I know I’m such a smartass.
“No.”
“Do you have anything BESIDES pop music? Anything GOOD?”
“No.”
“You’re kidding me. Your sister’s a fan and you don’t even have our
CDs?” Yes, I’m desperate for anything besides this crap. Even if it is
the music I make… which will be awkward. Which most fans pose the
question to themselves, ‘Does the artist listen to their own work?’ If
I must, then I will.
He just huffed in exasperation. Lucky me. I’m annoying him. I knew I could.
Of course that was at the same time he just grabbed my dangling unit. I
know I say I’m scared of even my own, but that’s just ridiculous. I
don’t know why people take me so seriously.
“You know, the more you do this the more I’m convinced you want to seriously romp with me.”
Then he picked up the needle. It was a little curvy and about four
inches long and hollow. Where the hell did he get that? Uh. No dude.
Just… NO! Oh ow…. It’s not supposed to go in there! (The needle into my
penis that is…)
“How about I call this a test of euphoria? If you do move, you’ll get pierced straight through.”
Just…narf man.
“Sadistic…” Just fucking breathe man. Can’t hurt to breathe right?
Can’t get pierced that way. I know I joked about getting a piercing
down there once, but I didn’t mean it literally! Nipples are totally
fine, but not down here. There are just some things even I won’t do.
“Only when it comes to people like you.”
“Like me? What the fuck was I in a past life, a sheep to you and stomped all over you with the rest of my herd?”
I fucking yelped then – after he tasered me. That fucking HURTS! Taser
+ needle poke = FUCKING PAINFUL! Jesus I think I might be peeing red
for a week. This is so not cool.
“Let’s play. I ask a question, and if you answer with another smartass
reply I’ll fucking use the taser again among other things.”
I think I can do that. Keyword being ‘think.’ If you’ve ever seen Blade
Trinity, I’m the kind of guy who’s like Hannibal King. In bad
situations I use my smartass-y-ness to keep myself from showing exactly
what I’m really thinking about and how scared I am. Sometimes that’s
good and sometimes… it’s very bad.
“Fine.” I wheezed out. One syllable. So good so far, “Let’s get personal. Do I get to ask you questions too?”
Taser in same place + another needle stab = girly scream. I guess not. I need to learn to shut up.
You can find the previous chapters here:
Chapter Six
Chapter Five
Chapter Four B
Chapter Four A
Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter One