Day 265 - Friday, September 12th

[papalobo]

[A Chinese man who is definitely a mature adult and not a teenager checks in to the Hyatt, one of their more exclusive rooms, along with his half-white half brother who is also certainly not a teenager and most definitely not the notorious gang leader wanted on suspicion of a September 11th New York City bombing in retaliation for an angry rogue sect of anti-American zealots.

The entire suite floor has been rented out, and it requires a special key card in the elevator and on the stairs to enter that floor. But they can rent one of the still very luxe rooms directly beneath.

A familiar white limo is in the car garage, though the opportunity to gawk or investigate is slim, between the security cameras and live guards.

There's still no contact from Max, but the Department of Homeland Security has become involved, and has begun to enter Ash's territory with intent to arrest any known figures within his gang to bring in for questioning.]

Day 284, Wednesday, Oct 1st

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[papalobo]

[He smirks and pats his lap.]

Then, time to come get over my knee, Boy.

[jadedlynx]

[ With the frown etched into his face, he pushes further into the seat and away from him. ]

Just leave already.

[ Ash wants to be alone. ]

[papalobo]

Feel any more like talking? I'm not going 'till you wipe it up.

[jadedlynx]

I've already told you everything there's to tell!

[ His hands slap the table. ]

You got everything you wanted when you came in here so get the hell out!

[papalobo]

[He continues smoking his cigar, grinning through the smoke at him.]

What's the hurry? This's your life now, you know.

[jadedlynx]

[ Ash isn't going to have a conversation with him. Instead, knowing he likes the fight, green eyes stare at the wall behind him. ]

[papalobo]

[Several long minutes pass, luxuriously smoking. But eventually, he gets up, heads over, prepared to push him over the table to clean him himself.]

[jadedlynx]

[ His voice catches again as he moves to push away from him. ]

I told you not to touch me!

[papalobo]

[That earns a raw smirk.]

Threatenin' to get me worked up all over again.

[jadedlynx]

[ Steeling his face, he stands and turns his back to him. ]

Just clean it off already.

[papalobo]

[The cloth runs over his backside, his thighs, his back. When finshed, it snaps once, like a locker room teasing.]

Good boy.

[jadedlynx]

[ The 'locker room' move reminds him again of Max. Reminds him of why they would want to make someone like Max submit.

Ash returns to his seat. Silent. The man will get bored of him if he's silent. ]

[papalobo]

So what had you a The Unit? Lotta politicians your partner was prying at. Trying to get some more blackmailed into your back pocket?

[jadedlynx]

You really plan on going back to that?! I'll talk to somebody else!

[papalobo]

Oh, we're all going to have a turn in you eventually.

[jadedlynx]

[ He knows that 'all' in an exaggeration, but that 'more' is a real possibility.

He turns his head. He isn't going to have a conversation with his rapist. ]

[papalobo]

Don't be like that. You're only making this harder on yourself.

[jadedlynx]

I'll talk to someone who isn't a rapist bastard. If you can't find anybody in your group to fit that, you should all resign right now.

[papalobo]

Not happening, so get a grip on reality.

[jadedlynx]

[ As if Ash actually really thought that would happen.

He falls into silence. Ash won't talk to this man. There's blood on his leg that's a physical reminder of his selfish attack, and his body throbs from his equally selfish pace. ]

[papalobo]

[Eventually, another officer comes in. They talk about his lack of cooperation; his assailant points out Ash tried to pick a fight with him, with handcuffs on. They have a hearty laugh, as the second man gives Ash a knowing smirk, licking his lips, considering his own turn.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Victims of assault often become victims a second time. The working theory is that the attack damages them in a way that makes them easier targets for the next assailant. Ash knows there's no such psychology involved here. The first guy is a test. Will he give in or throw away his future to fight? Max would have wanted him to fight. Always. But in his world, it's more important to pick your battles. If he fought too much, he'd be charged with trying to escaping police custody. They've assured there's no guard or no good that will care. Handcuffed and unable to kill, trained men do have a good chance at overpowering him.

So what? He reports it? At best, they'll believe sex happened but he seduced then. The more likely scenerio is that they don't believe him at all, and he becomes the boy that cried rape.

He's being sacrificed again. Ash is working to not become the scapegoat they want to make him, but if they had their way, he'll be fucked until finding him guilty, he's sent off to prison to fight off rape for the remainder of his life, and they get congratulations for catching the bad guy.

Endure it. Fight it. Don't serve it to them on a plater. For now, fighting means being careful what he fought. ]

I want Officer Doyle to sit in on the interrogations.

[papalobo]

Officer Doyle? Who the hell is that?

The one who got him to give up his location, Sir.

He's NYPD. This's way out of their hands by now, kid.

[jadedlynx]

The NYPD can sit in a seat. I want him present.

[papalobo]

Denied.

[He smirks, chin in hands.]