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</div></div><br/>Every aspect of Ever Kasala's personality reflected the anti-establishment philosophy of being raised by his sixties era parents.  Sorrel and Saraya Kasala, raised their children to show respect to their elders and others, but to also question authority in the manner of Mahatma Gandhi and Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. Just as his hippie parents began to resist and protest the unjust social changes of their day, the expressive young man laying in the Augustin twins bed freely chose that moment to resist Klaus. Angry words were followed by angry action.<br/><br/>Starting off with words to punctuate his sentiments about the older Augustin, Ever flung Klaus' precious marbles all over the bedroom. His refusal to comply was now crystal clear. A spirited young man with an anger not easily subdued, it was inevitable that his hot temper was going to get him in deep trouble. Ever just didn't know how to channel his emotions now. In the studio, Ever funneled that negative form of energy into performing at the elite level in order to compete with male dancers fighting to topple him out of lead position.<br/><br/>The lead position was prized, and went to the danseur that worked hard to achieve number one status. That position had become Ever's and no one else was a close second. He possessed an inner fire, and that inner fire had always been the impetus Ever needed to fuel his motivation to excel. Trapped in this prison, Ever's angst was received by Klaus as uncooperative defiance, and there were penalties that would immediately follow his actions once the repercussions of his throwing the marbles across the room were felt. Klaus erupted like a volcano.<br/><br/>Cursing at Ever in whatever language he spoke, the box containing the remainder of the marbles was suddenly sent airborne, the antique splintering into jagged fragments by Klaus' enraged hands. If he could totally wreck an old box, one could only guess what he'd do to the flesh and blood human captive on the bed. Chained by one wrist, a frisson of worry flashed across Ever's all too handsome features a split second before Klaus' backhand crashed across his face and lit up the pain receptors in his brain.<br/><br/>Ever's curly head snapped hard to one side, and the flesh where Klaus' hand struck him brightened into an angry red welt.<br/><br/><b>"Ow...you asshole!"</b>Ever screeched, cursing at Klaus with his free hand cupping his wounded cheek.<br/><br/>As Ever slowly turned his head back front and center to look upon his assailant, he noticed Klaus had grown much more violent, the facade of pleasantries over and done. The blond snarled at him with bared fangs and slapped him again much harder than before, the painful shock causing Ever to emit a startled squeak. The whack across Ever's face left his right ear ringing and a small trickle of blood flowing from one of his nostrils. Ever didn't even have enough time to register or rationalize Klaus' evil countenance, and barely had enough time to turn his head to the side in order not to swallow the blood from his nose.<br/><br/>Hindsight being 20/20, Klaus was partially correct. Maybe Ever didn't know or appreciate the dynamics that those of a twin birth like the Augustin brothers shared, or what made the pair differ as individuals. What he did understand was what it was like to be the middle kid between an older brother and younger sister, and what it was like to have to share and split things into thirds. He did understand what he had to do to stand out and be more unique and special than his older brother who did everything before him and even better, Ever couldn't top his kid sister--she was one of a kind.  Klaus wasn't aware of Ever's personal struggles with his own family dynamics, and even if he did, he seriously doubted that he'd care.<br/><br/>Jerked down onto the bed on his back from his semi recline against the headboard, Ever found it harder to avoid the nausea that came with an aversion to swallow his own blood, because it make him feel like throwing up. His head throbbed again, as Klaus moved dizzily fast to latch his free arm, and his legs in a perfect X position on the plush bed. Pinned down that way, his limbs were stretched to their limit, and even if he wanted to move he couldn't. Ever started to panic, coughing and spluttering until salty tears began to spill.<br/><br/>He wasn't laughing anymore. Shit had just gotten very real. Klaus retreated only for a moment before returning with another one of his prized possessions, an ornate decorative jeweled dagger. But it wasn't the gold inlay on the hilt or the semi-precious stones that sparkled that diverted his attention away from his bleeding nose, it was the dark glimmer in Klaus' blue eyes as he spun the sharp weapon around in his hand. The blade, long and curved, was meant to do one thing. Kill someone.  But someone like Klaus wouldn't just kill him outright, he'd make him suffer excruciating pain beforehand.<br/><br/>Climbing on the bed between his restrained, outspread legs, Klaus placed the sharp edge of the dagger on the bed -- a hair's breadth away from his testicles and cock, uncircumcised and in a flaccid state. Ever panted, trying to calm his panicked breathing so he didn't completely lose his shit. But he was going to lose his shit. Every shred of clothing Klaus had on, was slowly removed in a twisted sort of strip tease. It might have been considered hot if not for the fact that Klaus picked up the dagger and pressed the sharp edge of the blade  against the inside of his muscled thigh.<br/><br/><b>"Nono...no no! Please, please, no!" </b>Ever screamed.<br/><br/>In the end, it wasn't just Ever's nose bleeding, crimson rivulets began to drip down his leg to the sheets under him, his blood used for lubrication and Klaus' pleasure.<br/><br/>And Ever's screams?<br/><br/>Well those were just for his entertainment.