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Warnings: This is a dark slash/slave fic with explicit M/M sex. Slash, Angst, H/C, for that reason it has been marked as slash, violent, and horror. There are no ghosts or demons of the kind you would find in a regular horror story. Please use your own discretion when deciding to read this story. Thank you.
He didn't look up when he heard the sentinel and the trainer enter the room. He didn't even look at their feet. He continued looking at the floor tracing the grain in the wood with his mind.
"Stand up," the sentinel barked. "Look at me."
The guide stood and lifted his eyes slowly. The Sentinel was a big man, over 6 ft tall, muscular build with broad shoulders and short brown hair. He avoided eye contact and focused on his forehead.
"Look…At…Me…" the sentinel repeated, adding an extra tone of firmness boarding on anger. The guide shifted his gaze to the sentinel's eyes. They were blue, flecked with gold and beautiful. A shiver went through him as he felt a mild empathic link.
Jim smiled when he felt the light touch of the guide’s mind. He could bond with this one, he was sure of it. "I'm Sentinel James Ellison. What's your name?"
"Guide," he answered.
Jim reached out and gently cupped the guide’s face. "What was the name your parents gave you?" he asked, with a firmness that told the guide this man would suffer no delay.
Every muscle in the guide's body stiffened, his breathing stopped and his head pounded as he sought to obey the sentinel but his mind was blank. 'Blank,' he thought 'blank's not allowed, not while a sentinel is touching you," he broke out in a cold sweat and his blood pressure began to drop.
The sentinel's eyes suddenly flooded with concern. The sudden change in emotion made the guide gasp. Jim stroked the long auburn hair, "It's okay," he said, in a tone intended to soothe. "I won't punish you I just want to know your name."
"He is a high degree empathic," the trainer said with pride as Jim ran his hand through the soft curly locks and let his eyes wander over the guide's body. "He has been conditioned beyond mere training. This is a perfect example; he can no longer remember his name. At this moment he is truly just 'Guide' and will remain that way until claimed. All that he will become will be given to him in his link to a sentinel. He is well worth the price. I understand you have encountered failure in attempting a bond with lesser empaths."
Jim turned his head growling at the trainer. "Your point?"
"We guarantee a successful bond," the trainer said, with a drop of perspiration appearing on his brow. The last thing he needed was an angry Alpha, and this ones reputation was legend. "You'll receive a full refund should you fail to establish a solid link."
Jim stopped stroking the guide and advanced on the trainer with a predatory look on his face.
The trainer backed up, stuttering an apology. "I I'm s s sorry if I've off offended …"
Jim grabbed the trainer by the throat and pushed him against the wall. The guide, terrified at the sentinel’s anger, dropped to the floor curled into as tight a ball as kneeling would allow. "If… you've offended me?" the sentinel asked letting his anger color his voice as he lifted the man off the ground and glared into his eyes.
The trainer remained silent and raised his hands in a submissive position.
"The failure to bond with a guide was not mine," the sentinel growled "The guides were of insufficient empathic ability."
"Yes, of course they were," the trainer said with a squeak to his voice. "I apologize, I misspoke. I did not mean to insinuate that the fault was yours."
"Apology accepted," Jim said, as he dropped the trainer and turned back to the guide. A feeling of arousal washed over him, as he looked at the quivering ball curled up on the floor, his curly auburn hair fanning out, moving slightly with each breath. He was beautiful. Jim wanted to take him right there, just tear the thin cotton briefs away and feel himself buried balls deep inside the guide, his guide. He wanted to hear him whimper and feel him shake as he took his pleasure. Jim pushed the thought aside. It wouldn't do to show the worm of a man that called himself a trainer any of his lust. "I'll take him, but I want to know his name," Jim said turning away from the sight of his guide. "His real name."
"This way to my office Sentinel Ellison," the trainer said as relief flooded over him and he headed for the door. "I'll get that information for you and finalize your paperwork. You've made a wonderful decision and I'm sure you'll be quite happy with your purchase."
Jim scowled at the man's back and then turned to his guide and tapped him on the shoulder. "Come on Chief, let's go."
The guide stood up and followed.