Larkin rolled his eyes a bit. "Well, you're not likely to find a lot of monsters around here besides yourself. And I'm no monster. You'd know that if you bothered to talk about anything other than fucking me with no regard to my humanity or wellbeing. I'm not less of a person than you are because I was bitten by a werewolf when I was seven. In fact, I could argue that I'm more of a human than a sick bastard like you."
"You see, you got one thing right- I don't give a shit about your supposed 'humanity' or wellbeing." The man finally brought the car to a stop in front of his home. It was nice, actually. You'd never expect a man like him to live there.
Larkin growled softly and reluctantly got out of the car. "What are you going to do to me, anyway?" He asked.
"Have you not been paying attention at all?" The man sneered. He grabbed Larkin's hand, walking with him into the house.
"I said it so many times- I'm going to fuck you. Any way I please."
Larkin tried to pull his hand away from the man, really not wanting to be touched by him. "Well, maybe I want to know what you're planning."
The man snarled a bit, yanking Larkin closer to himself as they stopped in front of the door.
"I don't care what you want. I'll do whatever I please in the moment, and you're not to do a thing about it."
Tears stung Larkin's eyes as the man dragged him closer to the house, and he was quivering in fear. "T-This is illegal, you know…"
The man pulled his keys out with one hand, going to unlock the door.
"I highly doubt something like you'd ever go to the police about this- not unless you want scientists to take you apart to see how you work." The man looked down at Larkin.
"What, where's that fire from before?" He opened the door, pushing Larkin inside. "I like it when they fight."
Larkin huffed a bit and looked away, refusing to speak. He wasn't going to give this sick bastard the satisfaction. All he could hope was that he wouldn't be subjected to anything too horrible and that he'd be allowed to go back to Samul soon.
The man closed the door, locking it behind him. He held Larkin's wrist tightly in his grip, not afraid to actually drag him through the house now.
Larkin whimpered a bit and tried his best to keep up, clearly starting to panic a bit. He really didn't want to have sex with this man. But he had no choice.
The man brought Larkin to… well, this room wasn't a bedroom, that was for sure. It was more… kinky than that.
Larkin swallowed nervously and glanced around, his heart pounding harder. He flattened his ears back against his head and whimpered.
(Dms?)
(Yep lol)
Larkin got out of his uber and stumbled over to the front door, feeling lightheaded from blood loss. His wrist was bleeding badly from him biting it, and he hadn't dealt with it yet. He knocked weakly on the door, hoping that Samul would open it for him.
Samul rushed to the door when he heard a knock, pulling it open.
"L-Larkin!" He wrapped his arms around the man, picking him up and already bringing him inside.
Larkin sobbed quietly into Samul's shoulder and clung to him, shaking violently as soon as he was picked up.
Samul quickly got Larkin inside, heading to the bathroom to clean him up. He didn't set the man down as he gathered the things he needed to help Larkin.
"I've got you, I-I'm not going to let go…"
Larkin whimpered a bit, tugging off his shirt so that Samul could help him with the wound on his arm and all the burns on his chest.
Samul carefully set Larkin on the counter, keeping close. He gasped at what he saw, but he worked diligently to fix Larkin up.
Larkin closed his eyes, breathing heavily as Samul tried to fix him. "I'm s-sorry…" He whispered weakly.
"It's n-not your fault," Samuled said softly. "It's that damn assholes…"
Larkin nodded weakly. "H-Hopefully he won't make me go back… I can't… I can't do that again…"
"I… I know, Larkin…" Samul paused a moment, raising one hand to cup Larkin's cheek lightly.
"I love you…"