章 7: Chapter 7

Victor sighed. “Be that way if you must. You’re only making it worse for yourself.”

Without warning, something broad and leather with metal ridges thwacked Nick hard across his thigh. He cried out for a moment, then resumed his steely resolve. “Is that the best you can do?”

Another hit from Victor’s belt, harder this time. “Tell me who sent you!” Victor demanded again.

“It was the Grim Reaper. He said he saved you a spot at a nice tea party in Hell.”

“Nice one,” Victor whispered. Then he struck Nick again. “I guess I’ll be seeing you there!” Another strike, and another, each with more power than the last. “You can keep that seat warm for me!”

Nick hissed through his teeth. “I won’t be dying down here.”

“No, but you’ll wish you had.”

The banter was delicious. It was just as Nick had imagined it. His cock strained against its confines. It hurt, but that was the point. “It’s going to take more than a few love-taps to break me, Searle.”