Nick would just have wait it out .. wait for a better opportunity to let rip. It felt like Scotty was hovering right over him. Taunting Nick with his helplessness. Inside his hood Nick breathed deep .. keeping his cool, temper under control. us a few things to sort out.” “Got Nick could feel Scotty’s snarling resentment was right on top of him .. head to head .. almost nose to nose. Tempting normally to head-butt the fucker and crack his nose. But the tie around Nick’s throat put paid to that. been a naughty boy.” “Someone's That irritating British understatement of Scotty's nature! He might be a sadist. But he liked to down play it. Nick knew his own hands were punched into clenched fists .. betraying his irritation. He calmed himself. He'd need his wits about him. He took a deep calming breath. And then .. Nick Carter screamed. ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ Rivals Nick didn’t need telling he’d been tazered. Or that he was in the hands of a guy who massively resented him. He’d felt it. Screamingly. In every fibre of a muscled body thrown into shock. He didn’t need telling how much Scotty hated that Nick had usurped him. Scotty had kept his finger on the trigger to show how much. was something about getting electrified. Beatings you could train for. Train to deal with the pain. Trained not to break. And many times had Nick proved that he could. But getting electrified? Electro-torture That was something else. …..? A punch in the might of his honed guts .. he managed that .. flexed .. fended off the pain. A belt across the breadth of a muscled back .. his strength wilting under the ferocity of the heat .. yet still his mind could put up a fight .. pig-headed Nick could beat the fucker wielding those lashes into his back. The punch .. shoulders hit with a club .. his
Nick would just have wait it out .. wait for a better opportunity to let rip. It felt like Scotty was hovering right over him. Taunting Nick with his helplessness. Inside his hood Nick breathed deep .. keeping his cool, temper under control. “Got us a few things to sort out.” Nick could feel Scotty’s snarling resentment was right on top of him .. head to head .. almost nose to nose. Tempting normally to head-butt the fucker and crack his nose. But the tie around Nick’s throat put paid to that. “Someone's been a naughty boy.” That irritating British understatement of Scotty's nature! He might be a sadist. But he liked to down play it. Nick knew his own hands were punched into clenched fists .. betraying his irritation. He calmed himself. He'd need his wits about him. He took a deep calming breath. And then .. Nick Carter screamed. ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ Rivals Nick didn’t need telling he’d been tazered. Or that he was in the hands of a guy who massively resented him. He’d felt it. Screamingly. In every fibre of a muscled body thrown into shock. He didn’t need telling how much Scotty hated that Nick had usurped him. Scotty had kept his finger on the trigger to show how much. was something about getting electrified. Beatings you could train for. Train to deal with the pain. Trained not to break. And many times had Nick proved that he could. But getting electrified? Electro-torture …..? That was something else. A punch in the might of his honed guts .. he managed that .. flexed .. fended off the pain. A belt across the breadth of a muscled back .. his strength wilting under the ferocity of the heat .. yet still his mind could put up a fight .. pig-headed Nick could beat the fucker wielding those lashes into his back. The punch .. shoulders hit with a club .. his