Voltruist had been hiding, he was curled up in the confessional. He often hid in tight small spaces, as a coping. Like how his mother locked him in the tiny closet of his room since he was three years old. So he often hide in small spaces, help that he was small himself. Mateo was around and he had come to hate the presence of the male, because when he came Voltruist was their entertainment. He just wanted to not exist, ever since the time Mateo grope, molested, and danced all on him as a joke Zagine and him laugh about while Voltruist was embarrassed and humiliated.
For some reason Mateo always had to touch him, pet him, rub against him. It got to the point he didn’t want anyone to touch him, freaking out abit when he was brush against by mistake. He slapped Tristan once out of fear, he was flooded with memories the archbishop and Mateo touches to him, that when Tristan touch him to get by, Voltruist freaked out. He felt bad, but Tristan had explain to him it was a trauma response. His mind trying to protect him, that it is not his fault. Didn’t change that Voltruist kept apologizing and tried to avoid another event as such.
He couldn’t hid in his room anymore, not when he learn Zagine let Mateo come in when he slept. The last time, he woke to Mateo having him pinned down as he screamed in terror to be let go. He was having a nightmare and Mateo thought it was fun to hold him down to engage the nightmare more. He had flashes in his dreams of when his sire had him chained and tortured him. So waking to being held down sent terror into him, as he didn’t see Mateo right away, just his sire face.
So now Voltruist hid in the confessional, he heard the door open in the other one and froze a moment. He had to remind himself people do use them and so he get up to sit in his spot and fix the wrinkles out of his robes. “Tell me your confessions.” he say in the best confident voice he could put forth.
“Forgive me father, for I have or will have sinned.” spoke the voice of terror to Voltruist, he trembled immediately. Mateo was in the other box and Voltruist panic, he thought he could run, he could out run Mateo. He was technically faster then him, so yeah he could make it. He bolt out the door, only to trip on the trap Mateo set for him. Mateo was quick, grabbing him by his neck. He dragged off with the Priest, Voltruist gripping the vampires wrist as he kicked out his leg screaming. Unfortunately people had learn to just avoid Mateo, Zagine would make all their lives horrible if they got in the way, plus Mateo would beat them to near death. So people just listen to the horrors instead, hearing the pleads of the Priest, his beg of help and mercy. No one took the risk to help him ever, not after the few attempts, he just wasn’t work anyone life.
Mateo drags him to the back, to a room Zagine often tortured people in it. He tossed Voltruist a head of him “So much noise, why do you scream? No one is going to come save your worthless ass.” he told him.
Voltruist move to crawl away from Mateo, hearing his slow footsteps behind him. “Where are you going to go? There is only one door, one exit.” his voice taunting, teasing and cruel. Voltruist felt a hand on his ankle and he slid clawing the floor and screaming out no as Mateo pulled him towards him. He push and pulled to voice Voltruist to face him “The more you fight the more I do, you just are so much more fun when you fight.” he grip the Priest neck. Voltruist held Matoe wrist tight, trying to tug at him. Mateo was older and when Voltruist wasn’t in his feral state, he displayed himself weaker, because he believed he was.
Mateo move one hand and let his roam over the Priest, over the many layers he wore. “Why do you wear so much, never showing yourself.” he grins, his hand stop to grope the Priest between his thighs. An awkward sound coming out as Voltruist squirmed beneath him. If only Zagine let him have him, the sounds he could pull, he was sure he could make the priest is little sex pet. He nip and bite at the Priest neck, to tease him further. He was sure deep down the Priest was nothing but a whore needing to be release, however Zagine refused to let anyone have him, because Voltruist attacked him for trying. Stab him in the eye, which Mateo has learn seems to be a go to, so he was cautious of it. “Why…..why are you like this? Why do you…do you have to be so mean?” Voltruist spoke with such a weak sad tone.
Mateo arch a brow to him, he lean over him and to his ear, letting his lips brush ever so lightly against it. He spoke in such a dark seductive tone, as if what he had to say was seductive, when in fact it was not. He told the Priest “There are two kinds of people in the world. Those with power and those who are used by those with power. Think of it as a lesson.” he purred. Mateo leans back to see the terror in the priest face “Diaco loved having you as a toy.” he had quietly commented. It wasn’t really something he thought as it slipped and the tone was rather venomous and repressed. That when Voltruist spoke, he hadn’t realize he said it out loud, he had just been plagued with the past lately, so the words hit hard as a lead. “Who is Diaco?”
“What did you say?” He said with the same venom, gripping Voltruist neck tight. “You don’t ever say that name, you don’t know anything.” he then move to rip at Voltruist robes as the Priest screamed out, trying to push and shove Mateo. Mateo was abit taken back when he saw flesh. He actually never seen Voltruist exposed before, he only gotten through his top. Seeing the various scars that were all over his body, the burns, the stab wounds, just all sorts of marks, even jagged teeth marks. It hit abit at him, to see such ruin on the Priest, to know the pain he had endure and the fight he put to live. However Mateo remembered it was due or die, kill or be killed. There was those who abuse and those who get abused. So he turn his emotions to stone. He run his hand on the scars, as he gave a disgusted look “Ugh…look at you.” he told the Priest.
“Its no wonder Zagine doesn’t let you get fucked, no one paying for a butchered block. They want unscarred flesh. Like damn you are ugly, no one would ever want this. Maybe if they were drunk or discounted. Sheesh.” he got up off Voltruist, kicking his side “I mean I’d still fuck ya, but just out of pity, that’s all you are good for is pity.” he told him. Voltruist had curled after the kick wincing and yelping. He hugged himself to try to cover and hide, he curled up.
“Are you like that all the way down? hmm.” he reach to tug as the Priest, however stopped as he said “Read all the romance books you like, no one would love you. People like pretty things, you will never be pretty.” he told him. “How pathetic, go get clothes on you…you’re gonna make me barf.” he stood and kicked the Priest, who yelp and scrambled away. He ran to his room, slamming the door as he sobbed.
Mateo moved about as he head to hang with Zagine, who was on dealing with matters of paper work. “What happen? I could hear him screaming, thinking of gagging that bastard.”
Mateo shrugs “I saw his skin…ugly fucker. I see why you don’t force him in…more teasing clothes or let others tease…who the hell wants to touch that.”
“Yeah Stefan ruin him…..not sellable for sure. I don’t have to worry about people fucking him, they see his skin and its a no. ” Zagine stated as he wrote things out and sign things. “I’m gonna have to go, can you watch him?”
“Uh yeah I can.” Mateo state.
“Cool, Sandersons got me checking something out. Colins on another project…Lilian with Sanderson at the moment. I am pretty sure he fucks Colins wife. ” he told him “You can do whatever, just no fucking.” he told him.
Mateo nods, he walk Zagine out and turns to the church. He move back inside and grabbed the cuffs Zagine had, move to Voltruist room. He had the keys Zagine kept and unlocked the door. He bust in, Voltruist had finish dressing when he jump frighten, Shaking as he move to the corner of his room “Please….leave me alone……please…..I have never done anything to do…..” he cried. Mateo grins “Yeah…well I told you, people with power and people used by people with power. You should stay in your place.” he grabs and wrestle Voltruist into the cuffs. His hand sliding and groping him again “God the things I could do to you, the pleasures you will never know.” licking up Voltruist neck, causing a shutter through him. The priest whimpering against him, tugging at the cuffs as Mateo pulled him and put him to the bed Mateo undoes on and then fixes him to the bed, re-cuffing him.
Voltruist was freaking out as Mateo looks at him “You really are just unlovable. Zagine gone and I don’t want to deal with you, so you will stay here.” he then left slamming the door. Voltruist squirm and pulled, but just gave up. He knew it was true, there would never be anyone who loved him. Even if he wish for someone…to be swept….loved without fighting so hard to get it. He wish anyone listen when he plead and cry for help, he wish someone would help him.