The rod came down hard, in the middle of his chest.
Revik stopped breathing, losing all sense of where he was. The pain whited out his vision. He blocked it and the collar flared around his neck. Before he could go unconscious, Terian stepped forward and kicked him in the face. The shock yanked Revik out of his mind just as the mixer hit him lower with the rod, low enough to bring a scream.
For a long moment, Revik thought he was dead.
Terian lifted the pulse.
Groaning, nauseous, Revik tried to crawl away.
Terian stepped forward, kicking him in the stomach.
“You’re damned lucky I want this body for myself, Revi’.” The yellow eyes shone cold, lifeless, when Revik looked up. “I might find more creative things to do with it, if that were not the case. You should be thankful I have not yet run out of questions for your mind, too, because once I have, it will cease to exist...”
Revik tried to clench his muscles when the Rook kicked him again, but couldn’t. He cowered, gasping, when Terian approached him next, but that time, the other seer walked right up to his head. Crouching, he grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking Revik’s head back.
“...And do you know what I’m going to do with this body of yours once it is mine, Revi’? Do you know the very first thing I will strive for? I’m going to find your darling Alyson, and I’m going to thank her properly for not coming for you. She won’t walk right for weeks, I promise you...” Seeing the barely concealed look in the other’s eyes, Terian grinned. That time, it reached the rest of him.
“Yes...you don’t like that. I bet you’d like to take an axe to me now...eh, Rolf? But hear me on this, old friend. One of these days, I’ll get my chance with her...in one way or form. I promise you that. That is my vow to you, brother.”
He let go of his hair, but didn’t move away. He continued squatting there instead, watching him with narrow eyes.
“I don’t know why you care so much all of a sudden, anyway,” he said, studying his face. “You were hardly the model husband, Revi’. Selling your cock to humans. Getting blow jobs from Seattle hookers while she slept alone. If she’d been raised seer, she would have stabbed you in your sleep by now, my friend.”
Watching Revik avert his eyes, he folded his hands between his bent knees, letting his voice grow thoughtful.
“I can’t help but wonder just how long it took her to act on that separation pain, once she didn’t have you around to screw with her head...” Watching Revik’s face, he clicked at him softly. “You could have popped that cherry, my friend. Can you imagine? Being the very first inside the Bridge, and as a mate, no less. Instead you waste it, acting like a sulking adolescent instead of being a man and accepting responsibility. And you call me pathetic...”
Revik stared at his hands. Blood dripped on them from his mouth. He remembered the presence he’d felt around her, and the sickness in his gut worsened. Terian’s words replayed themselves in his mind, and he couldn’t even disagree with them.
Terian laughed aloud, clapping him on the shoulder.
“Ah, that reassures me, Revi’...you know I’m right!” The seer leaned closer. “Hey! Revi’!” A smile lit up the handsome features. “Do you think that’s why she hasn’t come looking for you?” Reaching down, he massaged Revik’s genitals. He smiled when the other man groaned. “...Maybe she doesn’t even want this in her anymore, eh Revi’? Or do you think she’s the type to get off on mass-murderers? Tell me honestly. Are my chances with her better or worse wearing this body?”#p#分页标题#e#
Revik writhed as far away as he could with his wrists bolted to the floor. He fought to contract his light, but the collar only flared again. Terian gave his testicles a brief, hard squeeze, laughing, then let go. Revik nearly blacked out.
Turning, Terian smiled at Jon, winking. “Want to help him out this time, sport-o?”
In the cage next to Jon, Cass rattled the bars. “Stop it!” she screamed. “Leave him alone!”
Revik raised his head. Not now.
Cass couldn’t get his attention now, not when Terian was—
“I think you have fans, Revi’.” Terian glanced down at him. “Shall we reminisce about the old days? Or simply act them out? I'm sure they would love to hear about how we used to get our kicks, you and I...how much alike we once were.”
“I hope he kills you!” Cass screamed louder.
“Oh-ho!” Terian laughed, squatting by Revik again. He tapped him on the head. “Remember that French girl in Bangladesh? The one Colonel Harding was so fond of? How long did you manage to keep her alive? Was it two weeks? Three?” He glanced at Cass. “You were a lot more fun back then. You had better taste in friends, too, as I recall...” His yellow-gold eyes went flat, studying Cass.