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"Take it," Vegas offered, extending the medicine towards Pete.
"No," Pete replied, his voice filled with defiance.
Vegas couldn't believe what he was hearing. The man standing before him was clearly unwell, his wounds becoming inflamed. It was true that Vegas had inflicted those injuries, but now he couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern for Pete's well-being.
Vegas had hurt Pete, there was no denying that. He had taken pleasure in inflicting pain upon him, but he hadn't wanted Pete dead. He had intended to break him, to have the power to mend him.
"Just let me die," Pete said, his words devoid of bitterness. He simply wanted it all to end. Pete was tired of being Vegas' punching bag whenever he became frustrated with his father. While Vegas had suffered physical abuse throughout his life, it offered no justification for what he had done to Pete.
"But if you don't take the medicine, your wounds will get infected," Vegas reminded Pete, his tone filled with genuine concern.
What do you care, asshole? Pete thought bitterly. You did this to me. Don't pretend like you give a damn about my well-being after everything you've done. If you want me alive, it's only so I can continue to be your pet.
"Are you afraid the medicine is poisonous?" Vegas asked, his eyes displaying a sense of genuine worry.
What's wrong with him? Pete wondered, confusion clouding his thoughts. Why does he suddenly act like my life matters to him now that I'm sick?
Vegas took the capsule, placing it in his mouth, and moved closer to Pete.
What on earth is he planning to do? Pete wondered, his heart racing with uncertainty. Is he going to force me to take the medicine?
With the capsule still in his mouth, Vegas brought his lips close to Pete's and gently fed him the medication. As Vegas's lips lingered close to Pete's and he fed him the capsule, Pete's emotions became even more complicated. Betrayal mixed with a strange longing, causing a whirlwind of conflicting feelings within him. Pete knew that his body's response was involuntary, a mere physical reaction to the proximity and intimacy of the moment. But still, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of desire, a forbidden connection forming between them.
Confusion and anger battled with the unexpected sensations that coursed through Pete's veins. He resented his own body for betraying him, for responding to the touch of the person who had taken away his freedom. Pete couldn't deny the unsettling truth that part of him yearned for more, despite the circumstances.
The kiss, though not truly a kiss, had stirred something deep within Pete, leaving him even more conflicted and uncertain about his feelings. It was a twisted reminder of the complex web of emotions that captivity had woven between him and Vegas. Pete couldn't help but wonder if this strange act of care was just another manipulation tactic or if there was a genuine spark hidden beneath the surface.