Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking Point ❯ Day 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Jamie was out for quite some time. He was in horrible pain and when he woke, he could barely move because his body needed more rest. Everything seemed to be getting worse. He just wanted to die, but not because of Esme. He had wanted to die ever since he had become a slave. He fought so hard to keep people away, but no one had killed him, no one would give him that satisfaction.

Esme lolled a little beside the slave, cuddled up to him like a kitten to its mother. He was barely awake, actually he was more asleep than he was awake. A soft moan escaped him.

Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. He moved a little, pushing himself up off the bed. He got out of the bed and stood up, unsteady on his feet. "Dang it," he said softly. He couldn't believe how weak he was.

"You shouldn't be moving", Esme said softly from his place on the bed, "go back to sleep..." The boy needed his sleep and the immortal knew it. After what he had put Jamie through, the boy deserved sleep. He deserved relaxation.

"I'm not going to hurt you", he said gently, "come back to bed and sleep..."

Jamie heard what Esme said. "I'm not going to sleep in the same room with you," he said to Esme. "I'll get to that one room." His breathing was a bit heavy. He couldn't help it. He didn't trust Esme and Esme probably didn't trust him either.

Giving a smirk, Esme got up and paced over to the boy, picking him up bridal style and laying him kicking and screaming on the bed.

"You just were sleeping in the same room as me and you had no qualms about it before...", curling up beside the boy, the immortal made sure that he stayed where he was.

"Besides", he added lightly", you wont make it across the room, let alone the house in the shape that you're in..."

Jamie was kicking when he was picked up. He struggled and heard what he said. "I passed out! There's a difference between passing out and sleeping!!" he shouted. He tried to get away after he had been laid on the bed, but Esme wasn't letting him go. "I can make it," he said stubbornly.

Esme cuddled up to him like a small child.

"Please stay...?", he crooned. He wanted to stay like this, he wanted to stay curled up against the boy, they could go back to fighting later, right now he just wanted him to stay!

Jamie heard what Esme said and he shut his eyes, not sure what he was going to do. He shut his eyes. He was getting too tired to fight. He struggled a little bit after he heard what Esme said. Then he slowly started to fall asleep, though he was very tense.

Esme smiled gently.

"You didn't refuse", he said softly, not opening his eyes to look at the boy as he lay there slowly drifting into a shallow slumber. He cuddled up against the boy a little more and spoke in a soft, tired voice.

"Why didn't you refuse?", it was obvious that he expected an answer.

Jamie had refused, well before he was laid on the comfortable bed. He was a little annoyed that Esme kept talking to him when all he wanted to do was rest. "Shut up, I don't want to listen to your voice right now," he said to him and attempted to move away since Esme was so close.

Esme held onto the boy with strict control.

"No", he mumbled, again not opening his eyes, this time however his voice was far from shallow and tired. A slight frown distorted his features and he pressed against him, holding him in place as he laid his head over Jamie's heart. He listened to it.

Jamie didn't like being so close to this man. It was horrible. He wondered what he should do. He struggled a little, trying once more to pull away. If he wasn't so tired and weak at the moment, he probably would have succeeded, but he was too tired. Why was the man listening to his heart? Why was his head against his chest. He blinked a couple of times and then shut his eyes, wondering what all he could do.

Esme smiled and soon they fell asleep.

Esme got up long before Jamie did later on. He left him there in that room with a note that requested that he break every rule there was and that he was FORBIDDEN to go to the equestrian stables. He knew that the boy would probably be unable to resist undermining him.

Jamie woke up a while after Esme had left him alone in the room. He slowly opened his eyes and he saw the note. He read it and blinked a couple of times. Esme wanted him to break all the rules? That was weird. He rolled his eyes and crumpled the note. "Yeah, like I would actually listen to him," he said softly as he got up.

Esme waited patiently in the barn of the equestrian stables.

"I wonder if this is going to work...", he said to himself lightly. He wondered if by asking the boy to do something, could he actually get what he wanted done if that which he asked him was the opposite of what he wanted to occur.

Jamie got up and stretched. Esme had written for him to break the rules, but he wasn't going to listen to that man. He walked out of the man's room and headed back to the room that he had been in before he had gone to get revenge on Esme. He moved some of his blond hair out of his face and he sighed softly, wondering what he should do.

Esme stood patiently waiting. He hoped this would work the way he wanted it to, he prayed that it would work the way he wanted it to.

A soft knock came to the door of Jamie’s bedroom and it opened to reveal a young maid trying to avoid dropping a breakfast platter as she opened the door.

"I was told to bring you something to eat", she said sweetly before putting the platter down and leaving, closing the door behind her.

Jamie looked at the maid. He thought for a moment and wondered why he was going to be brought food when he was 'supposed' to be breaking all of the rules. He looked at the platter of food and thought for a moment. He needed to eat, but he was very cautious. Right now he would ignore the food.

Esme was starting to give up hope, when he finally heard the door to the barn open and turned to see Jamie striding towards him. Wait- were those his clothes?! The fact that his experiment had worked was temporarily eclipsed.

"You're wearing my clothes!", Esme stated, looking the boy up and down as he stood there in the Chinese dress and pants that Esme had been intending to wear to a charity ball tonight.

Jamie looked at Esme. So he had been right. The place he was forbidden to go was the place that Esme would be waiting for him. He heard the comment. "Well, what did you expect? All the clothes in that room are too small for me and you almost completely ruined the ones I was wearing," he said to Esme. "I wanted to see why I was forbidden to come in here."

Esme was still taken aback by the sight of Jamie in his clothing, the sad thing was it looked just as good if not better on Jamie as it did on Esme! Hearing what the boy said, the immortal looked up, smirking a little.

"It is forbidden", he said gently, taking a step towards the slave and reaching to wrap his fingers around Jamie's forearm tightly, "so I know where to wait for you. You either end up following my orders and submitting to me, or you don't and I still get what I want..."

Jamie heard what he said. "Yes, but I didn't know that until now that you told me right now. All you told us the first night was that we were not allowed to go in there and that if we were caught going in there that we would be punished," he said. He still tried to pull his arm out of Esme's grip. "Let go!" he demanded.

Esme took the kick in stride, his grip only tightening.

"Oh so that's what pushes your buttons", he crooned before snaking around the boy, his other hand coming down to grab the boys corresponding wrist, drawing it up so that Jamie's arm was bent. He pressed against Jamie, flush and warm as he kissed the boys ear much like a lover would.

"Slave", he enunciated the word again, his grip on the boys wrist and forearm tightening.

Jamie was a little surprised that Esme had gotten him into this position. He winced slightly. His body was still sore from the previous beatings. He struggled against Esme's hold. "Let go of me," he said angrily. He tried to pull out of the grip, but it only caused him more pain.

Esme's grip did not relinquish and he did not pull away. His mouth stayed where it was, exploring some rather sensitive areas as he whispered softly.

"Slaves don't give orders, they take them."

Jamie felt what the other male was doing. He heard what he said. "I don't take orders from anyone! I never have and I never will!" he protested as he tried to pull away again. It was a futile effort though. He kicked backwards, trying to hit Esme.

A soft laugh was his only response to the attempted strike.

"You will in time, Slave"

He was using it like it was Jamie's name now, that was the way that would hurt the most.

Jamie struggled as he Esme spoke. This was really making him mad. He hated being called that and now Esme was using it against him. Soon enough he stopped struggling or giving any regard to being called Slave. This was because he knew that Esme was using it to get to him. He had to close it out.

Esme chuckled when he stopped struggling, he knew this ploy all too well, the boy wanted him to stop so he stopped struggling. This wouldn't work on Esme though, he only persisted. Tracing his tongue into the boy’s ear and biting his earlobe gently, waiting to gauge the reaction.

Jamie felt what Esme was doing. He shut his eyes, trying to ignore what was happening. He tried not to get mad. He struggled against him for a moment. "Stop!" he said. He did not like this man doing this. It was clear that he couldn't stand this.

Even though Jamie talked tough, Esme could feel the boys strength slipping. When he pulled it wasn't as strong at times, he fought less it seemed, it seemed to him like all the slave could do now was yell.

"You know what I want, Slave", he whispered heatedly into the boys ear, "all you have to do is say those three words and it will all be over..."

Jamie heard what he said and he shook his head. "No, I will never say it," he said stubbornly to Esme. He struggled a bit more, not sure what he was going to do. He had to get away somehow, but how could he?

Esme chuckled at the boys flailing.

"You think you're going to get away Slave? You think I would let you?" Esme held the boy tighter, but was careful not to reopen any wounds that he had caused.

"You are very wrong..."

Jamie felt the grip tighten and he shut his eyes. He listened carefully to what he said. "Quit calling me that!" he said. He was still tired from all the punishment he had received. He struggled and only hurt himself further.

Esme laughed.

"And if I say no?", he asked, "what are you going to do about it, Slave"

He was pushing the buttons on purpose now, he wanted to see what the boy would do in his currently helpless state.

Jamie couldn't do anything and he knew it. He hated being so helpless. He knew that if he was going to get out of this, it was going to hurt either way. He used all of his strength and tried to ram his body into Esme's.

Esme-surprisingly-didn't let go. He held the boy even tighter, not giving in.

"You're only hurting yourself", he said softly.

Jamie had only hurt himself, as Esme had stated. He was in a worse position now, closer to Esme. "Let go already. It's not going to do any good holding me here," he said to Esme as he struggled a little. He was still being stubborn.

Esme laughed and dipped his head down to press to his ear again.

"Where should I hold you then?", he asked, his smirk in his voice. He was toying with the boy, that much was obvious, if he had really wanted to hurt him he could have twice over by now. Especially for his disobedience.

Jamie heard what he said and rolled his eyes. "Just let me go!" he said. "I don't want you to hold me anywhere and it's not going to get you what you want."

Esme nuzzled his nose into the boys hair, closing his eyes and mumbling softly.

"Oh? Then what is?", it was a simple question but-

Could Jamie answer it?

Jamie heard the question. He fell silent. "There is nothing you can do to get me to do what you want," he said to Esme. He looked down and wondered what he was going to do to get out of this.

Esme buried his nose further into the boy’s hair. His hand that held Jamie's forearm gently starting to trace patterns against the flesh as the other hand held him in place.

"You don't even know what I want right now...", he said softly.

Jamie shut his eyes and wondered what he should do. He shut his eyes tightly. He heard what Esme said, a bit surprised. "Whatever you want, I won't give to you," he said stubbornly. He was not going to break, no matter what this man did to him.

"What if I asked nicely?", he crooned. He wondered if that would really work before adding.

"And it wont hurt you..."

Jamie wondered what exactly Esme wanted. "No," he said, looking to the side. "I won't ever give in." He tried to get his arm free.

Suddenly Esme released the boy, which knocked him off balance and drove him to the ground. The immortals glare was that of pure anger, one that even the devil would be afraid of. His voice was a low, rumbling hiss when he spoke.

"Get out of my sight you ungrateful brat!"

Jamie fell to the ground. This probably got the clothes he was wearing dirty though, but that wasn't of his concern. They weren't his clothes. He got to his feet. He had made Esme angry once more. He heard what he said. Ungrateful brat? Yeah, he had heard it all before. He decided, that for now, he would leave. He did not need another punishment, though he knew that he would be getting one later most likely. He ran out of the stable, wondering where he should go. He had scoped the place out, he could probably escape if he wanted to.

Esme fell against one of the stall doors, laying his forehead against the wood. This wasn't going according to plan, he wasn't supposed to be shamelessly flirting with the boy, he was supposed to be training him, breaking him, making him into the perfect slave. But- the boy just had an effect on him.

"Why does he do this to me?", he asked, thinking that Jamie was gone, "you're not supposed to be able to fall in love with a possession...so why does it feel like I am?"

Jamie was close enough to hear what Esme said. No way, Esme was falling in love with him? Could he use this to his advantage? It really didn't matter. Jamie was planning on escaping. He knew that he could probably get out through the garden. He just had to be careful about doing it. He moved away from the stable and headed for the garden.

Suddenly remembering that Jamie was on his own, Esme pushed the buzzer pad that had a speaker strapped to each servant's ear.

"Turn on the electric fence!", he snapped desperately, he really didn't want Jamie to escape.

"And bring him to my room and lock him there, hang him from the terrace if have to, just keep him there!"

Jamie moved as quickly as he could. He looked around and wondered where he needed to go in order to get out of here. He heard a soft humming and he stopped. He moved forward for a moment and then saw a fence. "Electric fence," he said softly. It was on too. The soft humming sound told him that. "Dang it," he said softly.

Suddenly two guards grabbed him, neither being gentle like Esme. They bound his hands and his feet, gagged him and carried him back towards the house.

"Where did the master want us to put him?"

"In his room...told us to tie him to the belfry I think..."

Jamie was surprised when he was grabbed. He struggled against them as he was tied and gagged. He struggled against his bonds as he listened to the guards talk. He couldn't believe that he hadn't heard them coming. He must have been too intent on the soft humming.

They took him up to Esme's room, seemingly retracing his steps from that morning. To his surprise Esme wasn't there, he must've still been in the stables. The guards hoisted him easily, tied him up much like Esme had the night before but a bit higher, then tied weights to his ankles. They left him like that, alone and unable to move, for hours until the door to the bedroom finally opened and Esme came striding in, a riding crop in one hand and a whip on his belt.

Jamie struggled for a bit after he was left alone. He couldn't even talk. His ankles were sore because of the weights tied to them. He became alert and attentive when the door opened. He saw Esme and he saw the crop and the whip. The guards had not really been careful in how they tied Jamie and tied too tightly. Jamie couldn't feel his hands at all, the sharp pain of numbness striking every so often.

Tossing his affects onto the bed, Esme slowly paced to the boy and began to untie him. First went the weights, he unlocked them and removed them, tossing them to the side. Next went the gag, he untied it and took it out. Finally went the wrist restraints, which were obviously too tight due to the slight purple tinge that the boy’s hands had taken on. Stretching up gracefully, Esme untied the restraints and caught the slave when he fell.

All the while he was doing this, Esme not once looked the boy in the eye, not once did he get closer than a five inches with any part of him other than his hands. He kept his eyes away from the boy or focused on what he was doing, not once did he really look at Jamie. It was- odd.

Jamie was prepared to take a beating. He knew that he had one coming. He was a bit surprised though, when Esme started to untie him. The man was releasing him from his bonds. He panted softly after the gag was taken off, since the thing had been restricting his breathing. He noticed that Esme was not looking him in the eye or really coming close to him. The man usually looked at him, but right now, he wasn't. It was strange indeed and he wondered what awaited him after Esme was done.

Esme gently placed the boy in the chair that sat on the terrace and whispered into his ear.

"Sit and stay", then he pulled away and went into the bedroom before closing the glass doors that led inside and sat on the bed. Picking up a book he started reading, leaving Jamie there alone and cold. He was angry, it was obvious that he was angry, so why wasn't he acting on it?

Jamie heard what Esme said. He didn't care if he was out on the terrace and cold. He rubbed his wrists, trying to get feeling back into his hands. His ankles were sore too. He wondered what he was going to do. He finally caught his breath. He really did not care if he was left out here. Worse possible outcome would be getting sick enough that it would kill him. He didn't care though.

Esme tried desperately to ignore the cur that was sitting on his terrace. He was betting with himself over how long the boy would stay out there before he stood, tried to come inside or both. How long could he stay out there? It was supposed to storm tonight and even now the clouds were gathering. They promised a rough ride through.

Jamie looked up at the sky and wondered if it was going to storm. It looked like it. Oh well, he had gone through worse. He pulled his knees to his chest and put his head down on his knees, holding his legs close to his chest. He didn't care if he got sick or if he died. He knew that his wrists would be bruise. He looked at the bandages and saw blood seeping through. He was bleeding again because the guards had been so rough with him.

Esme had never been rough enough to make him bleed this much. He had never been rough enough to reopen the wounds that had started healing. Esme was rough and mean at times, but he was not carelessly so.

Jamie took off the shirt he had on. He thought for a moment and decided that such a beautiful garment should not be stained with such tainted blood. He slowly got to his feet and went over to the bar that hung just above the door. He hung the shirt there and then went back to the chair and sat down.

Esme watched him through the corner of his eye, it was getting cold out now. It was more of sleet than it was rain. He waited, patiently, keeping an eye on the boy who sat on his terrace; his wrists were bleeding.

Jamie was really cold, trying to keep in the warmth. He looked at the floor of the terrace. He could always beg for Esme to let him inside, but what was the point? He didn't care. He winced slightly as some water hit his back. Some of the wounds on his back had reopened as well, all thanks to Esme's guards. He panted softly, he could see his breath.

Esme stood then. He stood and paced across the room opening the door when he reached it. He was silent for a long moment as he watched the boy shiver below him in the chair, his breath was visible in the frigid air. Stepping out onto the terrace, Esme took the shirt that the boy had taken off, off of the railing and brought it inside, tossing it into the hamper, closing the door behind once again behind him.

Jamie heard the door open, but he didn't get excited or anything. He stayed completely still, trying to reserve what warmth he had left. He had shut his eyes by this point. He was falling asleep, getting soaked, blood mixing with rain water.

A few moments later the door opened again and Esme watched as this time the boy looked up at him, the blood was freezing to him, it didn't even look like it was planning on clotting some time within the near future. He sighed softly and opened his arms.

"Come here", he said gently, waiting for the boy to come to him.

Jamie looked up when the door opened. He couldn't believe this. He heard what the man said. He knew that if he stayed out here much longer, he would probably get pneumonia. That was one thing he didn't want to get. He slowly got to his feet and, looking down, he walked to Esme.

Esme guided the boy inside and sat him down at a women’s vanity. As gently as he could, he removed what little clothing that the boy was wearing, tossing it down the laundry chute, and headed over to the bed. Picking up the comforter that he hadn't used since his parent's deaths, he wrapped it around the naked, shivering boy before going to get a towel for his hair and bandages for his wrists.

Jamie went inside with Esme. He was really tired. He was going to be sick, that was clear. He was still shivering. He felt Esme wrap the blanket around him and he held it tightly around his body as Esme left to get whatever he was getting. He coughed hard and tried to stop, soon after a fit of coughs, he was able to stop.

Esme gently started towel drying Jamie's hair; he scrubbed it hard and after a moment he stopped and hugged the boy against him, Jamie's face coming to his ribs.

"Idiot", he mumbled, petting the boy through the towel, "of all the times to start listening to me...do you know how frazzled I am right now?" Leaning down, he kissed the top of the boys head.

Jamie was barely awake. He could quite grasp what was being said to him. He was too tired to strike out and he wasn't feeling well at all. He had a headache that seemed to be getting worse. He didn't really respond, but his breaths were short and fast.

Without a word Esme gently picked up Jamie and put him on the bed, putting two more blankets over him and a cool water pad on his forehead. Then he pressed the intercom on the wall that linked to the servant's ears.

"Would someone call me the doctor please? Tell him it's urgent..."

Jamie liked the warmth of the three blankets that he was now under. He looked at the ceiling more or less, trying to keep a sufficient amount of air in his lungs. He was in a state of half consciousness, not able to sleep because he needed to concentrate on his breathing, but not able to be completely awake because he was cold and tired.

Esme sat impatiently at the boy’s bed side. Where was that god damn doctor?! When the old man came through the door Esme wanted to jump on him, to shake him and scream at him to hurry up. The doctor shuffled over to Jamie and started treating him. First he took his temperature and checked his whole body over. Esme was hesitant to let the old man take the blankets away from his poor little slave when he went to check Jamie's physical condition.

Jamie didn't really know what was going on. He was is a daze perhaps. All he knew was that the warmth had gone away. He curled up on his side, much like what he had been doing outside. He was shivering again, his breaths had not changed at all, still short and fast.

A warm hand came to pet the side of his face and Esme watched silently as the doctor eyed the boys wrist wounds.

"How did he get these lacerations on his wrists?", the doctor asked curiously, Esme pointed to the pair of shackles that he had placed on the vanity after removing them from the slave boy.

"A lot of trouble to go for a slave", the old man sniffed, "he has a mild case of hypothermia and should be kept warm. Other than that, let him sleep, he is exhausted." The old man shot Esme a glance.

"Makes me wonder how rough you're being with him in bed...", Esme glared.

"I'm not sleeping with Jamie", he said gently, "he just got locked out on the terrace so I wanted to make sure he wasn't going to die..." The doctor obviously didn't believe him but said not another word about it before he left.

Esme paced over to the half asleep slave and bent to kiss his forehead before replacing all three blankets as well as putting a throw over him.

"Go to sleep", he ordered softly.

Jamie was glad that the warmth had been replaced. He hadn't really listened to what was being said. He shut his eyes and soon after Esme gave the order, he was asleep, more passing out than anything, but he was not shivering as much now that he was covered up. He was extremely exhausted.

Esme smiled, this one really was a fool...an absolutely captivating fool, but a fool none the less. Grabbing the blanket that he always used, Esme went and sat in the chair at the far end of the room that faced the bed. Pulling the blanket up over him, he too slowly fell to sleep, watching over the slave in his bed.