The Incomprehensible Corruption of Innocence
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1 through F › CSI: Miami
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
7,454
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI: Miami, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 13 -- Horation, Eric, And Who The Heck Is Whore?
“H . . .” Eric said, and Horatio looked up, and saw the same thing Eric had.
“Ryan?” Horatio asked, and the figure before them shook his head.
“Y . . . you’re not . . . Ryan?” Eric asked, his voice frightened, and again, the figure shook his head.
“Who . . . who are you?” H asked, and the figure before them gazed steadily back at them, then pointed at them.
“Ours?” Eric asked, and Ryan bowed his head.
“You . . . you think we bought you?” Horatio asked, and Ryan lowered himself to the floor, and prostrated himself in front of the two men, his face all but pressed into the carpet, obviously acknowledging them as his ‘masters’.
“No!” Eric shouted, and jumped back. “Damn it, no! No! No! No! This is NOT happening! Damn it, get up! Don’t ever freakin’ do that again!”
Ryan looked confused at H, and slightly fearful, though he covered it well, and Horatio knelt before him and held out his hand to help Ryan up. For a moment, Ryan looked at the hand, and then took it. Horatio helped him up, and Ryan stood, looking at the two men as Horatio calmed Eric.
“Eric, you have to stop. This isn’t helping,” H looked infinitely sad, and looked at Ryan. “And, I think I know his name.”
“You do?” Eric asked, and H sighed as he looked back at Ryan.
“Your name is Whore, isn’t it?” he asked, as he forced himself not to cringe.
Ryan inclined his head once, and the only thing that kept Eric from going off again was Horatio’s hand on his arm. “Eric, stop. We have to do this slowly.”
“I’m not going to call him whore, H. I refuse,” Eric’s eyes blazed, and H nodded.
“And neither am I,” he said, then looked at Ryan. “I don’t like that name,” he said patiently. “We’re going to change your name.”
Ryan inclined his head once more, and Eric exchanged a glance with Horatio. “We’re going to call you Ryan. Do you know that name?” He asked, and Ryan shook his head.
Eric took H’s cue, and spoke slowly and calmly, though his hot blooded Latino temper begged to be released. “Ryan, can you speak?”
Ryan nodded, but his lips narrowed to a thin line, and his head raised proudly, and Eric and Horatio looked at one another. “You aren’t going to, are you?” Horatio asked.
Ryan shook his head, and met their gaze eye to eye, and they could almost hear him say, “and you can’t make me, either.”
“We’re not going to try to make you,” Horatio said, and Eric nodded.
“But you need to know that you are not our whore or our slave. We rescued you from that, and we’re here to help you,” Eric said, and while Ryan’s expression never changed, they watched as his eyes grew vacant again, and Horatio shook his head.
“Ryan, no, please, don’t go back to wherever it was you were. We can’t help you if you go where we can’t reach you with even our words.”
The intelligence came back, and he looked at them, then went back to his knees and pressed his face into the carpet.
“Okay,” Eric scowled, and fought to keep his voice calm and even. “If I have to make it an order, then fine,” he ground it out from between his clenched teeth. “You are not allowed to bow to us any more.”
They watched as he looked up, and saw that he fought to keep the shock and surprise off his face. Sadly, quietly, H smiled as gently as he knew how, reached down, slowly, and helped him off the floor one more time. “I know this isn’t what you are necessarily used to,” he said. “But we want you to learn to trust us.”
They looked into his eyes, and both could see that trust was something that was going to be hard won, if it ever was, but they were willing to wait for it, and that was the important part.
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“Ryan?” Horatio asked, and the figure before them shook his head.
“Y . . . you’re not . . . Ryan?” Eric asked, his voice frightened, and again, the figure shook his head.
“Who . . . who are you?” H asked, and the figure before them gazed steadily back at them, then pointed at them.
“Ours?” Eric asked, and Ryan bowed his head.
“You . . . you think we bought you?” Horatio asked, and Ryan lowered himself to the floor, and prostrated himself in front of the two men, his face all but pressed into the carpet, obviously acknowledging them as his ‘masters’.
“No!” Eric shouted, and jumped back. “Damn it, no! No! No! No! This is NOT happening! Damn it, get up! Don’t ever freakin’ do that again!”
Ryan looked confused at H, and slightly fearful, though he covered it well, and Horatio knelt before him and held out his hand to help Ryan up. For a moment, Ryan looked at the hand, and then took it. Horatio helped him up, and Ryan stood, looking at the two men as Horatio calmed Eric.
“Eric, you have to stop. This isn’t helping,” H looked infinitely sad, and looked at Ryan. “And, I think I know his name.”
“You do?” Eric asked, and H sighed as he looked back at Ryan.
“Your name is Whore, isn’t it?” he asked, as he forced himself not to cringe.
Ryan inclined his head once, and the only thing that kept Eric from going off again was Horatio’s hand on his arm. “Eric, stop. We have to do this slowly.”
“I’m not going to call him whore, H. I refuse,” Eric’s eyes blazed, and H nodded.
“And neither am I,” he said, then looked at Ryan. “I don’t like that name,” he said patiently. “We’re going to change your name.”
Ryan inclined his head once more, and Eric exchanged a glance with Horatio. “We’re going to call you Ryan. Do you know that name?” He asked, and Ryan shook his head.
Eric took H’s cue, and spoke slowly and calmly, though his hot blooded Latino temper begged to be released. “Ryan, can you speak?”
Ryan nodded, but his lips narrowed to a thin line, and his head raised proudly, and Eric and Horatio looked at one another. “You aren’t going to, are you?” Horatio asked.
Ryan shook his head, and met their gaze eye to eye, and they could almost hear him say, “and you can’t make me, either.”
“We’re not going to try to make you,” Horatio said, and Eric nodded.
“But you need to know that you are not our whore or our slave. We rescued you from that, and we’re here to help you,” Eric said, and while Ryan’s expression never changed, they watched as his eyes grew vacant again, and Horatio shook his head.
“Ryan, no, please, don’t go back to wherever it was you were. We can’t help you if you go where we can’t reach you with even our words.”
The intelligence came back, and he looked at them, then went back to his knees and pressed his face into the carpet.
“Okay,” Eric scowled, and fought to keep his voice calm and even. “If I have to make it an order, then fine,” he ground it out from between his clenched teeth. “You are not allowed to bow to us any more.”
They watched as he looked up, and saw that he fought to keep the shock and surprise off his face. Sadly, quietly, H smiled as gently as he knew how, reached down, slowly, and helped him off the floor one more time. “I know this isn’t what you are necessarily used to,” he said. “But we want you to learn to trust us.”
They looked into his eyes, and both could see that trust was something that was going to be hard won, if it ever was, but they were willing to wait for it, and that was the important part.
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