<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Altair was flipped over, Cygnus taking advantage of the slave's shifting. It changed the angle, but it hardly made it any more tolerable. Less so, most likely, because now he had to look up at his rapist. His thighs quivered, alternating between that and squeezing, trying to close this thighs and push the larger man <i>out</i>. It did no good, like any of his attempts to try to stop this, and his words earned him another smack, and right after, nails raking across his face. Altair hissed, fury building that he would dare mark him in such a way. His skin had been unblemished before this encounter. It had been enough, however, to push Cygnus over the edge. Altair kept his face turned to the side, waiting for him to finish pumping his seed inside of him, not bothering to hide the disgust on his face.<br/>
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Altair had no answer for him, not after repeating his curse. He earned another kick for it, and gathered his legs beneath him, holding his stomach. His face was streaked with tears, drying and leaving salt in their wake, but he didn't let anymore fall. It was over now, at the very least. All of this would soon be over, when they reached the Kingdom that was their destination. Altair just had to get through it until then. He reached up, to touch his face, blood coming away where Cygnus had scratched him. He had no way to assess himself, but he worried that it would scar. The ones along his hip that he could see looked jagged and gruesome, and Altair's body convulsed, dry heaving as he leaned over slightly. Blood always bothered him, and it didn't help that it was his own this time.<br/>
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At that point in time, Altair didn't care about the food. He couldn't have eaten if he'd been presented with a feast. Upon being given direction, he took the sash, now soiled, back from the captain and gingerly tied it to cover himself again. He could feel the man's seed leaking out of him, tinged a pink color. He could clean up later. First, he wanted to get out of that wretched cabin.<br/>
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“Can I leave now?” His face, and his voice were blank, careful. Apparently, he hadn't been punished enough, and something else awaited him. He hoped it was a standard beating, something that would bruise, but not mark him permanently. Anything besides another violent fucking.</span></span>