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</div></div><br/><br/><br/>A heavy, yet uncomfortable silence settled between them, much thicker then the uneasy tension in the atmosphere that was left in Klaus Augustin's wake. Ever's unsettled eyes glanced unceremoniously around the Augustin brother's inner sanctum, doing his best to avoid Magnus' lingering gaze. The human shifted uncomfortably as he sat on the edge of the canopied bed, adjusting his nervous grip on the silver spoon in his hand so he wouldn't drop it on the floor. Inner anxiety caused him to bounce the heel of a bare foot against the silken duvet repeatedly, while he awkwardly traced the surface of the bowl of soup with his spoon. Although Ever remained quiet, he silently pondered Magnus' remarks as they swirled in the air surrounding them.<br/><br/>Ever's olive depths flickered to the night stand beside the bed, to the metallic gleam of the knife that was an instant reminder of what happened to him. Instantly he recalled how the knife rested precariously against his skin, soft enough to not pierce his neck, hard enough to enforce Klaus' intended message. The harsh metal should have been cold and raw against Ever's bare skin, but his numb body could not feel anything except for the excruciating pain of Magnus' betrayal. His throat and heart were held in that silver grasp, and all Ever could do was stare lifelessly at the blue eyes that met his own when his gaze lifted, possessing a terrifying coldness that had not been present previously.<br/><br/>His eyes were a warm greenish-brown, and if Magnus looked at them now he would see no trace of the friendly vibrancy they once held, no trace of the man he'd met in the produce department at  Metropolitan Supermarket. Shaking with anger, Ever tipped his chin up proudly into the air, tempting Magnus to end his anguish. The ballerino half hoped he would after he exchanged a cutting remark in response to his amnesic conversation.  Magnus' conscious detachment was the breaking point of Ever's patience as well as his silence. At that moment, he was blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying. Ever wanted to reach out and punch him in the face.<br/><br/><b>"Cut the bullshit, Magnus. You know you lured me away and trapped me here for the sick games you and that sociopath you call a brother have planned. Let's not dance around the subject of what you and Klaus did to me. Why don't you just fuck me and get it over with?" </b><br/><br/>A more forceful gush of Klaus' spent seed trickled out from between his ass cheeks and formed an opaque pool under his butt, but Ever could not feel the pain of his violation. Ever never flinched or removed his eyes from Magnus'. A false smile stretched out across handsome features, his steadfast grip on the polished weapon of his words shifted with the desire to cause more blood to flow from the raw wounds he inflicted. The biggest reminder of what transpired in the bedroom occurred every time he looked in Magnus' face, and saw his rapist reflected back from his mirrored image.<br/><br/>Ever still held the spoon in his hand, its handle etched with a rose in full bloom. It was exquisite, far from a mass manufactured spoon. It had been hand forged and was one of a kind. In a fraction of an instant, Ever's third eye opened wide and he saw a blacksmith marking up a bar of silver to the correct proportions to create the bowl and handle of the spoon. He could feel the heat and smell the smoke of the fire where the man was performing his craft. The silver bar was held under the flame until it became red hot. He held it between the tongs and beat it into shape with his hammer and anvil.<br/><br/>The tip of the bar was pointed to form the tip of the bowl, then hammered to form the bowl. A section down the centre was left thicker so the handle could be started and hammered out to the approximate length. Going from thick at the neck and gradually tapering down in thickness gave the spoon a balanced feel. During the process the piece became harder and more durable, but the blacksmith annealed it several times with cold water, then worked the silver again until its final shape was achieved.<br/><br/>The bowl was filed to shape by using a metal template, and then formed using a tin cake and spoon stake. Molten silver was poured around the spoon stake and left to harden. Ever could see the blacksmith bending the metal down to 45 degrees, and hammered into the tin with the spoon stake and his heavy hammer, to form the bowl. The bend in the handle was then adjusted to match the other utensils in the set and so it would sit correctly on the Baron's table. The bowl was filed level, a process called striking off. All its surfaces were filed roughly to remove the fire stain from its surface, then filed smooth. After the roses were etched upon the handle the spoon was buffed and polished to a glossy finish.<br/><br/>Ever observed the entire set of utensils being placed in velvet liners, then placed into a mahogany chest to be delivered to the Baron's home, Augustin manor. He didn't see either of the twins, but had a strong impression that the silverware had been in their family for centuries, and the designed especially for them. Slipping out of his retrocognitive state, Ever blinked, gradually becoming mindful of his current surroundings as he dropped the spoon back down upon the food tray, having lost his appetite. An observant Magnus noticed the broken shards of the special wooden box on the floor during his reverie, its contents left scattered across the bedroom. A muscle in Ever's jaw started to tick as his irritation and tension rose when Magnus mentioned Klaus' stupid game.<br/><br/><b>"You conveniently forgot to mention that Klaus also doesn't play fairly. He didn't like my personal twist on his stupid game, as you can see. He needs to learn how to lose gracefully, become more sportsman like. Perhaps an anger management class would help?"</b><br/><br/>He cast a sullen stare at Magnus when he informed him of the white marbles meaning.<b>"Oh I suppose that's a good thing right? Klaus got to steal </b><i>my virginity</i><b> as a reward. How novel." </b>Ever stated, his affect flat.<br/><br/>All Ever wanted was to go home, back to his own life and forget about this growing nightmare. He was done eating, and didn't want to hear any more glowing compliments about his rapist's attributes. Looking down at himself, he noticed the ring still attached to his cock and balls, but Magnus had nothing to worry about there. He wasn't aroused or in the mood to fuck now, even if he wanted to. Of course, Magnus was gaping at his flaccid cock too. Ever should have felt pain from his anus being torn asunder by Klaus' monster cock, but when his fingers traveled there he could see no torn flesh, no blood. Just the sticky residuals of his release were there.<br/><br/>At least a bath was the<i>one thing</i>that Magnus and Ever would agree upon for now, because he felt dirty, unclean and contaminated.<br/><b><br/>
"I'm done. I want to get this disgusting shit off me and out of me, if you don't mind." </b><br/><br/>As Ever thought, he wouldn't be alone in the bathroom either. He would receive one single moment of privacy to shed the tears that he wanted to release, mostly to act as a cathartic remedy for the trauma he received. Under normal circumstances, his enthusiasm would match Magnus', and he'd be eager to explore every nook and cranny of his new environment. Had the initial contact with the brothers Augustin been a positive outcome, Ever would have been more than willing to comply and be as demonstrative with his affections as Magnus might have expected.<br/><br/>But Magnus<i>didn't see</i>. He<i>didn't hear</i>the filthy things Klaus said as he defiled him. He<i> didn't want</i>to know, and that fact was as obvious as the nose on his face. Ever followed Magnus with a self-reserved disposition as he was led past the area beyond the knife display and the other devices of torture that were meant to break him. Within the bath chamber, Ever avoided the sort of attached adoration normally retained for a lover or special someone in his life. Ever wouldn't allow himself to look at or admire the beautiful marble decor and well appointed fixtures. His gaze was upon the floor while Magnus removed his tailored clothing, piece by precious piece, refusing to glance upward lest be tempted again.<br/><br/>Ever had been a victim of Magnus' deception once already, and now Ever refused to give Magnus another chance. Closing his eyes, Ever concentrated on his breathing. the one thing that made him more human than the brothers were by a long shot. The sound of splashing water as the enormous bathtub filled up, was added to the patchwork of thoughts in his head. Water was cleansing, purifying, and Ever needed to be cleansed and purified. A hand with lukewarm texture alighted upon his hand as if to claim it, jarring Ever from his thoughts and causing him to instantly react.<br/><br/>Ever's hand jerked away to avoid contact, rising up protectively to shield himself from a blow he knew would come. His beautifully expressive eyes flinched, reflecting his pain, hurt and betrayal. While he could have reacted differently, could have used his own hand to punch Magnus in his pretentious, angelic face like he truly wanted to, Ever didn't. He already had learned the lesson that he was not strong enough to fight either of them, their supernaturally enhanced agility and senses were lightning quick, and he would be easily overwhelmed and conquered. Crushed beneath their feet, as if he were absolutely nothing but an insect.<br/><br/><b>"Please. dont...touch me."</b><br/><br/>Magnus must have believed that, for despite Ever's reluctance to be touched  a possessive grasp of his wrist left the impression of slender fingers around it long after he stepped over the bathtub ledge and stood in the heated water. Ever didn't have to listen to Magnus paraphrase the futility of putting up any resistance or trying to cause him physical harm, he understood that concept completely. Once his flesh met the water, he tried to slink as far away from Magnus as possible. Grabbing a bar of soap from the ledge, he slowly began to work at ridding himself of the sensation of feeling unclean. He wanted some solitude, and in return he received another comment about Klaus, which he promptly tuned out.<br/><br/><b>"You and he are one and the same, Magnus. You're both animals. You have a hunger that needs sating, don't think for one moment I don't know that. I'm not as stupid as you think I am. I saw you. I felt you when you bit me." </b><br/><br/>Ever called Magnus out on his shit.<b>"There's nothing worse than someone that points out everyone else's flaws, but fails to see his own. I made a mistake trusting you and Klaus. I fucked up. I did something foolish and now I'm paying for it. I don't trust you. I don't like you and I don't like him."</b>his voice shook with anger.<br/><br/><b>"Klaus raped me. You knew he would when we met at the supermarket. You love the idea that he hurt me. You're such a fake, you even believe your own lies." <br/>
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"Huh, Your promises are like crying babies in a movie theater, they should be carried out at once."</b>he snorted.<br/><br/>Needless to say, regaining Ever's trust was going to be an uphill climb and Magnus had only just embarked on his ascent.