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The truth is finally out there and Riley comes to terms with his fate. On the horizon is a grim conclusion brought about by forces vying for their darkest desires and Riley is willing to pay the price. Is there any hope still left for him?", "writing": "Chapter Eleven\n\nMax allowed Riley to dress in privacy. It didn't take long for the wolf to put his clothes on but he took all the moments alone he could get.\n\nHe needed the solitude. It was all coming back slowly, the dismal revelations of past hurt worse than Riley's battered body.\n\nMicah was dead.\n\nThat was the truth, the reason why Riley needed to be punished, why he deserved the cuts and bruises that now adorned his body.\n\nHe hugged his sides and put up his hood.\n\nThe tears wouldn't stop flowing.\n\nHe was responsible for the death of a man he barely knew. A man whose association with a criminal enterprise meant Riley was damned from the moment Max got involved.\n\nHe would take damnation, it was only fair.\n\n``Ya,'' He whispered, ``This is right, isn't it?''\n\nMore distressing was the existence of Dion Cruz, another personality that slept in the darkest part of Riley's mind.\n\nThere was a knock on the bedroom door but Max didn't wait for Riley to acknowledge and entered the room.\n\n``You look finished,'' He folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe.\n\nRiley glanced up timidly, what could he possibly say to him?\n\nMax huffed, ``Look, I'm just starting to understand what's going on and I can't say even I fully believe it either. What I do know is that you're one fucked up guy.''\n\nRiley scoffed, ``Think I don't know that?''\n\nMax growled back, ``I'm not here to indulge in your little pity party. I'm just biding my time until Dion comes back.''\n\nRiley felt a pain in his chest at the mention of Dion, ``I don't know what sort of deal you have worked out with...Dion...but I need to know, the next time he comes out...what's going to happen to me?''\n\nMax didn't answer right away, ``Come with me. You like whiskey? Doesn't matter, I've already poured some.''\n\nRiley remained on the bed, he felt too drained to even move.\n\n``I swore I wouldn't touch you, I'm a man of my word. So long as you're `Riley', you're safe. Now come have a goddamn drink!'' Max barked.\n\nRiley flinched, could he trust him to keep his word though? The tiger was irritated, that much he could see. If he didn't comply with him there was no telling what Max might do. Riley stood up and his legs almost gave out beneath him, Max lunged forward and caught him. Riley instinctively tried to push him away but the tiger held him tight and helped him to his feet.\n\nMax took Riley and together made their way into the living room where he sat the wolf down on the couch and slid a glass of amber liquid over to him, the ice cubes clanked in the glass as Riley took it in hand. Max fell back into a chair, crossed his legs and stared at Riley.\n\n``How about we start with what you do know,'' the tiger said after a minute.\n\nRiley didn't look up from his glass, ``Your brother...Micah...he's dead.''\n\n``How did he die? I already know, as you might not recall, I cleaned up his body. I need to hear you say it.''\n\n\f``Why do you-''\n\nMax clenched his fists, ``Say it!''\n\n``He...I...I didn't understand how it worked. I kept the rope tight, I did what he said but I couldn't tell when to stop, when enough was enough and I just kept pulling the rope until....''\n\n``Until his neck snapped,'' Max rolled his eyes. ``I knew my bro was into kinky shit, but who'd have thought he'd go out like that? You know what he, what we, did for a living?''\n\nRiley nodded, ``He told me.''\n\n``He always took way too much pleasure in torture. You wouldn't think it looking at him but the shit that man pulled makes my skin crawl and that's saying something,'' Max chuckled.\n\n``He told me he that was all behind him...''\n\n``And you believed him? Shit, man, this entire place was built for him to carry out his work in secret!''\n\n``What?''\n\n``Oh, right, I forgot. Dion was the one I brought into Micah's `special' room. Do you want to see it? Come on, bring your drink you're gonna need it.'' Max sprung up from his seat and pulled Riley up. He led Riley past the bedroom, down the hall until they arrived at a black door. When Max opened it, Riley nearly dropped his glass.\n\n``What...the fuck?''\n\nMax placed his hand on Riley's shoulder, ``Pretty sick, isn't it? Dion really enjoyed it though. Gotta admit, so did I. I dabbled in the BDSM scene myself but Micah was a master, an artist even. It showed in his work too, I couldn't tell if the poor fucks he got his hands on were screaming in pain or pleasure most times, probably both before he had to axe them off.''\n\nRiley cautiously entered the room. He started having vague recollections of being in it, Dion's memories and experiences in this room were a stain on his consciousness.\n\nHis body was on fire. Even if Riley didn't fully remember this room, his body did. He remembered Micah telling him that he wanted to take him to this island, into this cottage, alone. Riley felt sick.\n\n``I was...he was going to bring me here, wasn't he?'' Max shrugged, ``If I knew my bro, probably.'' ``Max, what do you want from me?''\n\nThe tiger sighed, ``I told you that I owed you a debt of gratitude. Micah's death means this entire place belongs to me now, as do his assets and position in the family. Fuck, I'm rich, man. I don't want anything from you.''\n\n``Did you hate Micah?''\n\n``Family is...complicated. My brother was a self-righteous prick, you probably didn't get to see that side of him but I had to grow up with it. His way or the highway, that's how it was and it never got any better the further he gained favor with the boss. I was constantly chasing after his shadow; can you imagine how that felt? He had this charisma, this pull that just lured you in like a trap. I never understood why so many people fell for it.''\n\nRiley tightened his grip on his glass. He fell for it, he allowed himself to get roped in and constricted by Micah's magnetism. Riley's throat was dry and he took a sip of the whiskey then said, ``But in the end, he was still your brother. You can't just let the man who killed him walk away, can you?''\n\n``You see my dilemma. I could easily play off Micah's death as an accident, which it was and anyone who knew him understood how he got his rocks off. What I can't overlook is my obligation to my family, my honour and my brother's memory.''\n\n\f``I never made the call to you that night. Dion did, isn't that right?''\n\n``Fancy that right? This punk calls me out of the blue and tells me my brother is dead and wants me to take care of the body, can you fucking imagine? He arranged this, he wanted to come here and he begged me to make him pay for your crime.''\n\n``I don't remember that, but...it makes sense. If Dion wanted this, and Dion is me then on some level I must feel responsible. I am responsible, even if I didn't mean for it. I...should be punished.''\n\n``You should and will be punished,'' Max approached Riley until he was inches away from the wolf. He raised his hand and pointed a finger between Riley's eyes. ``I wanted to put a bullet into your head the moment I saw you, but Dion, oh boy. I'm no psychiatrist but you have some serious fucking baggage. Dion offered himself for my pleasure. He said, if I needed revenge I should take but why not have a little fun first?''\n\n``So you brought me here, I just handed over my body to you without realizing it.''\n\nMax held Riley's chin and lifted his head up, ``But, something happened I didn't expect.'' ``What was that?'' Riley's heart beat rhythmically as he stared into the tiger's eyes. ``I fell in love with Dion.''\n\nRiley backed away, ``How...is that possible?''\n\nMax scoffed, ``You wouldn't get it, or maybe you would, maybe that's how you felt with Micah. I didn't see it at first, the differences between you and Dion. I thought it was all play. I'll admit you've been kept alive longer than I planned because as much as I want to see you dead, I'm fucking addicted to Dion.''\n\n``But you are going to kill me in the end, aren't you?''\n\n``I am. A life for a life isn't unfair, not in my world at the very least.''\n\n``So just do it,'' Riley tossed his drink aside and picked up a long wooden cane from the wall, handing it to Max.\n\nMax knocked the cane away, ``See, that's why I won't deal with you. You're a coward, Riley. You want retribution for Micah's death but you want it the easy way. Hell, you didn't even remember why you needed to be punished until a few hours ago! But Dion, oh fuck, Dion he makes me work for it. He loves it, he craves pain and I'm all too happy to give it to him in abundance. It's mutual, it's goddamn sexy and he makes me feel alive.''\n\nRiley dropped to his knees, ``But... Dion is me.''\n\nMax knelt down, ``No. There's no way you can even compared to him. Did you know it was his idea to use the rope Micah hung himself with to bind him in the basement?'' He trembled as Riley's face contorted in disgust. The tiger then got up and walked towards the hallway, ``I'm going to have a nap. You're welcome to do whatever you want in the meantime.''\n\nRiley called out, ``What if Dion doesn't show up again?'' Max smirked, ``Dion told me how to wake him up.''\n\nRiley gasped. He immediately understood what that meant. The time he had left to live was marked by Max's willingness to summon Dion. Whatever the method was, Riley couldn't say but Max held the power now, he always had.\n\n``Don't look so surprised. You'll get your just reward for Micah's death and I'll be reunited with Dion for our final fatal session. Everyone wins,'' Max winked and disappeared down the hall.\n\nThis was it, Riley thought. This was how he was going to die.\n\n``Hey, Dion,'' Riley closed his eyes. ``I'm not sure how this works but this...this is right, isn't it? If you're me and I'm you then I must want this to happen and I...enjoy it, don't I?''\n\n\fThere was no response, why would there be?\n\nIt didn't matter if Micah was some sort of sociopath, he had never wronged Riley. He might have, down the road, but he only had Max's word to go by and he didn't trust the tiger explicitly.\n\n``I deserve to die, I do, right?''\n\nRiley left the torture room and wandered past Max passed out in the bedroom, the tiger was snoring away without a care.\n\nI could go in there and bash his head in, Riley considered. I've already taken one life, what's another right?\n\nIt was wrong, he couldn't add to the sins he already had.\n\nRiley opened the door to the deck and went to the railing. He surveyed the island, the lake and the town across it. The afternoon sun had disappeared behind heavy grey clouds and a warm breeze wafted across the lake blowing Riley's fur gently as if caressing him goodbye.\n\nHe glanced down to the forest floor. He could jump, the fall might kill him. After all, there was no difference between jumping off the deck and waiting for Max to wake up; it all amounted to suicide in the end.\n\nDid he truly owe Max the satisfaction of killing him? ``What have I even done with my life?'' Riley sighed.\n\nHis body was in constant pain, his mind a wreck and his spirit torn irreparably.\n\nHe had done this to himself; he had no one to blame but himself.\n\nDion was the vehicle of that arbitrated his fate now, whatever happened it would be Dion who would have to endure. Riley never felt anything that happened when Dion was in control, only the after effects remained.\n\nHe wouldn't even feel was it was like to die.\n\n``Riley?'' A voice called from behind.\n\nThe wolf quickly whirled around, his eyes widened as he gazed up a familiar face standing on stairway leading down to the forest.\n\n``Saul?''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter Eleven

Max allowed Riley to dress in privacy. It didn't take long for the wolf to put his clothes on but he took all the moments alone he could get.

He needed the solitude. It was all coming back slowly, the dismal revelations of past hurt worse than Riley's battered body.

Micah was dead.

That was the truth, the reason why Riley needed to be punished, why he deserved the cuts and bruises that now adorned his body.

He hugged his sides and put up his hood.

The tears wouldn't stop flowing.

He was responsible for the death of a man he barely knew. A man whose association with a criminal enterprise meant Riley was damned from the moment Max got involved.

He would take damnation, it was only fair.

``Ya,'' He whispered, ``This is right, isn't it?''

More distressing was the existence of Dion Cruz, another personality that slept in the darkest part of Riley's mind.

There was a knock on the bedroom door but Max didn't wait for Riley to acknowledge and entered the room.

``You look finished,'' He folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

Riley glanced up timidly, what could he possibly say to him?

Max huffed, ``Look, I'm just starting to understand what's going on and I can't say even I fully believe it either. What I do know is that you're one fucked up guy.''

Riley scoffed, ``Think I don't know that?''

Max growled back, ``I'm not here to indulge in your little pity party. I'm just biding my time until Dion comes back.''

Riley felt a pain in his chest at the mention of Dion, ``I don't know what sort of deal you have worked out with...Dion...but I need to know, the next time he comes out...what's going to happen to me?''

Max didn't answer right away, ``Come with me. You like whiskey? Doesn't matter, I've already poured some.''

Riley remained on the bed, he felt too drained to even move.

``I swore I wouldn't touch you, I'm a man of my word. So long as you're `Riley', you're safe. Now come have a goddamn drink!'' Max barked.

Riley flinched, could he trust him to keep his word though? The tiger was irritated, that much he could see. If he didn't comply with him there was no telling what Max might do. Riley stood up and his legs almost gave out beneath him, Max lunged forward and caught him. Riley instinctively tried to push him away but the tiger held him tight and helped him to his feet.

Max took Riley and together made their way into the living room where he sat the wolf down on the couch and slid a glass of amber liquid over to him, the ice cubes clanked in the glass as Riley took it in hand. Max fell back into a chair, crossed his legs and stared at Riley.

``How about we start with what you do know,'' the tiger said after a minute.

Riley didn't look up from his glass, ``Your brother...Micah...he's dead.''

``How did he die? I already know, as you might not recall, I cleaned up his body. I need to hear you say it.''

\f``Why do you-''

Max clenched his fists, ``Say it!''

``He...I...I didn't understand how it worked. I kept the rope tight, I did what he said but I couldn't tell when to stop, when enough was enough and I just kept pulling the rope until....''

``Until his neck snapped,'' Max rolled his eyes. ``I knew my bro was into kinky shit, but who'd have thought he'd go out like that? You know what he, what we, did for a living?''

Riley nodded, ``He told me.''

``He always took way too much pleasure in torture. You wouldn't think it looking at him but the shit that man pulled makes my skin crawl and that's saying something,'' Max chuckled.

``He told me he that was all behind him...''

``And you believed him? Shit, man, this entire place was built for him to carry out his work in secret!''

``What?''

``Oh, right, I forgot. Dion was the one I brought into Micah's `special' room. Do you want to see it? Come on, bring your drink you're gonna need it.'' Max sprung up from his seat and pulled Riley up. He led Riley past the bedroom, down the hall until they arrived at a black door. When Max opened it, Riley nearly dropped his glass.

``What...the fuck?''

Max placed his hand on Riley's shoulder, ``Pretty sick, isn't it? Dion really enjoyed it though. Gotta admit, so did I. I dabbled in the BDSM scene myself but Micah was a master, an artist even. It showed in his work too, I couldn't tell if the poor fucks he got his hands on were screaming in pain or pleasure most times, probably both before he had to axe them off.''

Riley cautiously entered the room. He started having vague recollections of being in it, Dion's memories and experiences in this room were a stain on his consciousness.

His body was on fire. Even if Riley didn't fully remember this room, his body did. He remembered Micah telling him that he wanted to take him to this island, into this cottage, alone. Riley felt sick.

``I was...he was going to bring me here, wasn't he?'' Max shrugged, ``If I knew my bro, probably.'' ``Max, what do you want from me?''

The tiger sighed, ``I told you that I owed you a debt of gratitude. Micah's death means this entire place belongs to me now, as do his assets and position in the family. Fuck, I'm rich, man. I don't want anything from you.''

``Did you hate Micah?''

``Family is...complicated. My brother was a self-righteous prick, you probably didn't get to see that side of him but I had to grow up with it. His way or the highway, that's how it was and it never got any better the further he gained favor with the boss. I was constantly chasing after his shadow; can you imagine how that felt? He had this charisma, this pull that just lured you in like a trap. I never understood why so many people fell for it.''

Riley tightened his grip on his glass. He fell for it, he allowed himself to get roped in and constricted by Micah's magnetism. Riley's throat was dry and he took a sip of the whiskey then said, ``But in the end, he was still your brother. You can't just let the man who killed him walk away, can you?''

``You see my dilemma. I could easily play off Micah's death as an accident, which it was and anyone who knew him understood how he got his rocks off. What I can't overlook is my obligation to my family, my honour and my brother's memory.''

\f``I never made the call to you that night. Dion did, isn't that right?''

``Fancy that right? This punk calls me out of the blue and tells me my brother is dead and wants me to take care of the body, can you fucking imagine? He arranged this, he wanted to come here and he begged me to make him pay for your crime.''

``I don't remember that, but...it makes sense. If Dion wanted this, and Dion is me then on some level I must feel responsible. I am responsible, even if I didn't mean for it. I...should be punished.''

``You should and will be punished,'' Max approached Riley until he was inches away from the wolf. He raised his hand and pointed a finger between Riley's eyes. ``I wanted to put a bullet into your head the moment I saw you, but Dion, oh boy. I'm no psychiatrist but you have some serious fucking baggage. Dion offered himself for my pleasure. He said, if I needed revenge I should take but why not have a little fun first?''

``So you brought me here, I just handed over my body to you without realizing it.''

Max held Riley's chin and lifted his head up, ``But, something happened I didn't expect.'' ``What was that?'' Riley's heart beat rhythmically as he stared into the tiger's eyes. ``I fell in love with Dion.''

Riley backed away, ``How...is that possible?''

Max scoffed, ``You wouldn't get it, or maybe you would, maybe that's how you felt with Micah. I didn't see it at first, the differences between you and Dion. I thought it was all play. I'll admit you've been kept alive longer than I planned because as much as I want to see you dead, I'm fucking addicted to Dion.''

``But you are going to kill me in the end, aren't you?''

``I am. A life for a life isn't unfair, not in my world at the very least.''

``So just do it,'' Riley tossed his drink aside and picked up a long wooden cane from the wall, handing it to Max.

Max knocked the cane away, ``See, that's why I won't deal with you. You're a coward, Riley. You want retribution for Micah's death but you want it the easy way. Hell, you didn't even remember why you needed to be punished until a few hours ago! But Dion, oh fuck, Dion he makes me work for it. He loves it, he craves pain and I'm all too happy to give it to him in abundance. It's mutual, it's goddamn sexy and he makes me feel alive.''

Riley dropped to his knees, ``But... Dion is me.''

Max knelt down, ``No. There's no way you can even compared to him. Did you know it was his idea to use the rope Micah hung himself with to bind him in the basement?'' He trembled as Riley's face contorted in disgust. The tiger then got up and walked towards the hallway, ``I'm going to have a nap. You're welcome to do whatever you want in the meantime.''

Riley called out, ``What if Dion doesn't show up again?'' Max smirked, ``Dion told me how to wake him up.''

Riley gasped. He immediately understood what that meant. The time he had left to live was marked by Max's willingness to summon Dion. Whatever the method was, Riley couldn't say but Max held the power now, he always had.

``Don't look so surprised. You'll get your just reward for Micah's death and I'll be reunited with Dion for our final fatal session. Everyone wins,'' Max winked and disappeared down the hall.

This was it, Riley thought. This was how he was going to die.

``Hey, Dion,'' Riley closed his eyes. ``I'm not sure how this works but this...this is right, isn't it? If you're me and I'm you then I must want this to happen and I...enjoy it, don't I?''

\fThere was no response, why would there be?

It didn't matter if Micah was some sort of sociopath, he had never wronged Riley. He might have, down the road, but he only had Max's word to go by and he didn't trust the tiger explicitly.

``I deserve to die, I do, right?''

Riley left the torture room and wandered past Max passed out in the bedroom, the tiger was snoring away without a care.

I could go in there and bash his head in, Riley considered. I've already taken one life, what's another right?

It was wrong, he couldn't add to the sins he already had.

Riley opened the door to the deck and went to the railing. He surveyed the island, the lake and the town across it. The afternoon sun had disappeared behind heavy grey clouds and a warm breeze wafted across the lake blowing Riley's fur gently as if caressing him goodbye.

He glanced down to the forest floor. He could jump, the fall might kill him. After all, there was no difference between jumping off the deck and waiting for Max to wake up; it all amounted to suicide in the end.

Did he truly owe Max the satisfaction of killing him? ``What have I even done with my life?'' Riley sighed.

His body was in constant pain, his mind a wreck and his spirit torn irreparably.

He had done this to himself; he had no one to blame but himself.

Dion was the vehicle of that arbitrated his fate now, whatever happened it would be Dion who would have to endure. Riley never felt anything that happened when Dion was in control, only the after effects remained.

He wouldn't even feel was it was like to die.

``Riley?'' A voice called from behind.

The wolf quickly whirled around, his eyes widened as he gazed up a familiar face standing on stairway leading down to the forest.

``Saul?''

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