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3rd person
Skyler was widely known as a statuesque beauty, this has been said time and time again. He was man of extraordinary good looks, but unfortunately, had no use for it. His face was a marble masterpiece, despite his heart of coal. But at work, he was a machine. Execution, precision, success- he was above any man and mortal troubles when he worked. He showed no sign of worry or hesitation and he was respected and fawned over almost as much as he was feared. But any machine, no matter how well oiled and kept, will break down. As he sat in his room all alone that night, surrounded by shattered glass and hands smeared with his own blood, he thought about how his slick tongue had rusted and become vulgar. How his ever-processing mind had seemed to freeze and lock up. How he had lost everything and he’d had no clue as to what’d happened…
Skyler shoots up, hands coated in white cream he dares not look at, though he definitely knows where it came from.
“What the hell was that?!”
He had never seen anything so erotic, so…enticing. And it was something dull, little Skyler had dreamt. But that’s not what caused horror to contort Skyler’s face; it was the fact that his guest star, his partner in pleasure, was a man! A man he himself could admit was gorgeous, but he could never remember seeing anyone who looked like him. This blond, green eyed guest had an eyebrow piercing and one in his tongue, which was what had actually caused Skyler’s climax. He shivered as he remembered that crafty tongue working its way past his balls, then his sac, then along the rim of his entrance.
“What have I done?”
He whimpered, finally chancing a look at the hand that had brought him over the edge, creating a shocking wake-up call to say the least. As he looked at the semen coating his hand, he was forced to remember image after image, every moan he made, every sigh of longing or pleasure that he had never before acted out in reality. And it got worse! This muscular blonde had been positioned to enter him, meaning he had been submitting to this… man and had obviously been enjoying it. He ran to the bathroom and jumped into the shower, rubbing himself raw despite the freezing water shooting down on him. His dreams had to forge their way to his conscious sometime, but his reaction was anything but satisfied.
“I will not be dominated. I will not be like that. I won’t find pleasure in these, these disgusting acts. I won’t, I won’t, I won’t.”
He continued on, chanting assurances of his sexuality and becoming less and less encouraged. He soon began shivering and he knew he had to get out before he became seriously ill or injured. The sting of the cold somewhat neutralized the burn of his raw skin, but he couldn’t feel it. All he could feel were hands running across his skin, a soft and silky tongue warming him in places the sun had never seen, and eyes burning with love and passion searing into his skin. He could not feel himself drying off and walking rather mechanically to his closet. He couldn’t feel himself pulling on a beautiful Armani suit that fit him tightly, showing off his body in a way he never really liked. He never felt anything as he drifted through his apartment, doing what he’d done for years, morning after morning the same old routine.
It wasn’t until he passed a mirror and looking into it, saw himself for the very first time in a long time that he felt or noticed anything. His curly brown hair which had natural highlights of both ginger and gold fell a little past his collar bone, touching the teasing dip the blue pinstriped gave to what would certainly be grateful admirers. His amber eyes seemed to be dazed, which he fixed right away.
“No use letting people think I’ve let my guard down because I’ve had some confused mishap this morning.”
Skyler threw himself a somewhat sarcastic look in the mirror; clearly expressing that what had happened could not be explained as a ‘confused mishap’. He wasn’t even sure if that phrase made any sense. But either way, he righted himself to his full height of 5’7 and strode down the hallway and out the building with an air of utmost self-confidence. ‘You can’t let things knock you down and out’ he chanted in his head to a little tune that ended up putting a bounce in his step, something unusual for him.
It’d been a little while since he’d allowed himself to indulge in the arts. Music was something he found himself sorely missing and thinking back now put even more tunes in his head. Some with great rhythm, some entirely about nothing, either way he had full on progressed to humming, sometimes singing along to the bits he really liked and this was the first tip his coworkers had to something being wrong with Mr. Skyler Thompson. He never noticed the stares at his humming, unusually sexy attire, complete dazedness, or anything. People found themselves moving for him, no matter who they were, and watching with unabashed interest, especially when he began to sway his hips to the music he alone could hear. It was like watching a wilted flower bloom, and while most people were curious, just a few found themselves jealous of whoever had awaken Skyler’s new attitude and loveliness. There was a softness about him this morning that had the entire office looking on hungrily. Not that Skyler noticed of course.
He had a case this morning and Skyler never thought about it until a good half an hour before. He’d literally passed the morning free of thought and the thought of having to go back to work was like a punch to the gut. He’d always treated work like a chore, it never hurt to do it and it needed to be done, but he never enjoyed it. Now that it was taking away the first moments of peace, though he never stopped to think about why he felt this way. He thought bitterly about the disgraceful case he had to prosecute. A prostitute and her pimp had been stabbed to death and he had to send her little sister to jail for it. He wasn’t feeling too bad about it though, seeing as it was obvious she’d done it, and it was made even easier by the fact that she’d plead guilty. Hopefully they’d be in and out on this one. He sauntered into the office where the trial would be taking place with an almost heady sensation.
“You’re late, Thompson! Even the newbies know you’re supposed to be in the courthouse an hour beforehand. This has never happened before…is something up?”
He threw a sharp look over his shoulder at a man he recognized as Jamie Scott. He’d always found the man too competitive and obnoxious and despite how often he’d tried to befriend Skyler, the man remained stoic and unresponsive to him. Jamie had always strived to be the best through making friends in high places; he never wanted to be top dog as long as he was good enough friends with him to call in favors and it more than irked him that the man who had the position he felt he should have (the closest you could be to the top without being it) wouldn’t even let him kiss up. Skyler felt his glare become harsher as he thought how much it would play into Jamie’s little schemes to let him into his head, even the tiniest bit.
“Nothing that concerns you, Scott. Don’t you have work to be doing? Elsewhere?”
Jamie jerked upright from the relaxed position he’d been holding and scowled darkly.
“That’s it! I just try to be nice and you spit in my face every time. I’m through with you, your mood swings, and your bitch fits. If I wanted to be around people who acted like that, I’d spend the day in a locker room full of PMS-ing high school girls!”
Jamie stormed off, slightly surprised and extremely pissed that his plans to rise up in status at the firm by befriending all the right people had been dashed. Skyler felt the beginning pangs of regret and shook himself off, remembering that Jamie had had an ulterior motive all along. He congratulated himself for telling off the yuppie, something he usually would dare not do, and continued along the wood-paneled corridor filled with monotonous sounds and boring people.
A girl of about 23 sat on the stand, dressed in a mere halter top and mini skirt despite the 41degree weather they’d been having, popping her gum loudly to the irritation of everyone in the room. She rolled her make-up caked eyes and shook back her greasy, limp, unnaturally blonde hair. The judge sat stationary in his chair, visibly flinching in time with her chewing. Judge Hampton was already a stiff, stern man, but he was becoming more and more disagreeable as the girl chomped on. The room was also filled with various scantly-clad women of ages that seemed to range between 19-35.
‘Birds of a Feather,’ Skyler thought idly.
“Weeell, it’s like, not like that, y’know?”
“No, Ms. Lawler, I do not. Please state for the court whether or not you spent the entire day with your sister and whether or not she saw anyone else that day.”
Skyler grew increasingly irritated with her vague and pointless answers. This was the fifth way he’d phrased the question and she was still coming up with new ways to dodge it. It was then that he felt his new spark of humanity spurring him towards anger. He knew that outbursts wouldn’t be tolerated, but this was getting ridiculous. While the judge flinched and twitched away, the skank army behind were loudly and brazenly commenting on anything and nothing. The jury even was making him mad! While there was a percent a little less than half looking as annoyed as he felt, there was one woman who looked to be asleep, two men who seemed to be related openly checking out ‘Ms. Lawler’, and the rest looked to be either txting or passing notes, or any other juvenile type of entertainment. And on top of it all, he found himself inexplicably nauseated by the thought of having to be caged in this courtroom much longer. He’d never felt this desperate want for freedom before, but it was slowly taking over him and he found he didn’t want to fight it.
“Ms. Lawler, answer the question!” Skyler finally snapped at the infuriating woman, bringing utter silence to the courtroom as he shocked everyone to attention.
“Look…I aint gonna answer nothin’ till you say to the people here I aint the killer.”
This was the last straw.
“Look, you whore! You have already plead guilty and even if you hadn’t there’s no way you could come off as innocent with the evidence piled against you. You are wasting everyone’s time, and frankly you’re a waste of space, and oxygen as well. Say that you did it, because everyone here knows you stabbed your slut of a sister and her sleazy ass pimp in the back metaphorically and in the heart to kill them. Just say it and then you can die for all I care, you disgusting piece of trash!”
Skyler stood shaking in the middle of a deadly silent room, no one quite able to believe the harshness or sudden rude bluntness he’d just displayed, Skyler least of all. He turned red quite quickly with mortification and could do nothing more than stand blinking owlishly at the judge, his team of lawyers, and ‘Ms. Lawler’ alternatively. Susanna Lawler stood shakily from the stand and with tears making mascara-blackened trails (which no one but her knew came only from sheer embarrassment, not the harsh truths in Skyler’s argument) down her face, she rushed out of the room. In a flurry of motion, the bailiffs ran after the woman, still throwing shocked and sickened looks at Skyler. The prostitute army behind him split in three parts, one part laughing uproariously, one going after Susanna calling Skyler a variety of names he’d never be able to repeat. The last part, however, seemed to be the problem. The furious women lunging at him, ready to attack him for the honor of their ‘friend’. Skyler backed away from them, not quite sure how to get out of this one.
