There was something to be said about the motion of exposing your throat to something you know to be extremely dangerous.<br/>Kian wanted very badly to clamp his chin to the hollow between his collarbones and scoot as far away from the imposing figure before him as he could get, almost as badly as he wanted to smash his fist into that haughtily beautiful face. The urge to protect his jugular from the predatory gaze bearing down on his was close to overwhelming.<br/>As much as he wanted to take a few of Ian’s teeth in return (and maybe make him eat them, or something equally fucking awful), Kian was also pretty keen on keeping on his currently connected bone, flesh and skin...well, connected.<span style="color: #FF8080"><span style="font-style: italic">‘He’s taken people apart’</span></span>Lydia’s cracked admission raced raced through his mind once again and he chanced a glance in her direction. Her eyes were round saucers that begged him wordlessly, fear and desperation shocking in their raw state. His gaze snapped back to meet Ian’s, struggling with the defiance that rose in his gut at the downright delighted sound that escaped Ian as Kian obediently opened his mouth, hyper-aware of his bared throat and the humiliation streaking through him.<br/><br/>Kian felt the curl of Ian’s fingers slide through the fine hair at the nape of his neck, raising a wash of gooseflesh and sending a barely suppressed shiver down his spine. The water was cold enough to take him by surprise, spilling over his lips and chin as he fought to halt the impulse to swallow. He spat as commanded, immediately grateful when the overpowering taste of copper subsided to a more tolerable level. The vacated pit in his mouth already seemed to be bleeding less, thankfully, and he shot a cautious glance down at the ground before him. The concrete floor was sprayed with blood and saliva in an impressive arch that spanned a good few feet, but even that nauseating sight wasn’t enough to distract Kian from the casual promise,<span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">‘You can clean it up later’.</span></span><br/><br/>Could he? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was there a planned point in the future where Kian would be free of his shackles whilst still alive? There was no way he could possibly get at the spattered gore coating the ground without his wrists being released, and while he wouldn’t put it past Ian to use Kian’s flayed skin as a rag just yet he seriously doubted that it would make a very effective cleaning cloth. Surely that wasn’t what he meant, then?<br/><br/>Hopefully, anyway. And fuck; now Kian was wondering whether Ian had fucking flayed anyone before. He was heading straight for a panic attack if he wasn’t careful.<br/><br/>Especially seeing as the man in question was now closing in on him with a tuft of gauzy cotton in hand. Kian is pleased when he keeps his flinching to an absolute minimum as Ian gradually cleans the horror show that is his face and neck.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">“Did we learn anything today, Kian?” </span></span><br/><br/>It takes a considerable amount of effort not to say the first thing that comes to mind, which will inevitably only cause him more pain if past experience is anything to go by. What he does say probably isn’t much better, but it’s an improvement on ‘Don’t fuck with the creepy kid and his BDSM fantasies’. He’d paid at least some mind to the dungeon family band’s insistence to play nice, but it’s the potential suggestion of getting out of the handcuffs that stays his tongue in the end.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF80"><span style="font-weight: bold">“Oh sure,”</span></span>He replied as nonchalantly as he possibly could.<span style="color: #00BF80"><span style="font-weight: bold">“You’ve knocked those manners my momma never got around to right into me.”</span></span><br/><br/>Terrible. Not even funny. He was flirting with disfigurement for a one liner like that?<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF80"><span style="font-weight: bold">“Thank-you-for-cleaning-me-up.”</span></span>He added in a rush immediately after.