So he was getting food, clearly not a sign of imminent death. Bill dropped his right arm and whined in pain because God, it was so stiff. He hadn't been this stiff in fucking ages, he was used to rough conditions but this fucking hurt. He flexed his hand to try and get rid of the pins and needles. "Okay..."
What did he even do? How did he avoid dying for a full two days? Or forever, at least. Would he ever get out of this basement? Hell, if the police came, would they even find this place? "You do this a lot, huh? With guys... girls too?"
"Most of the time it's a much more... temporary arrangement." Barty brought the paper bag over and handed Bill the drink first. He assumed a big bottle of coke might be just the right thing for this little thug here. "And I reckon I prefer blokes, most of the time. Women... Not that often that I find one that truly sparks something. I don't tend to take them home."
He pushed the bag over to him. "There's a few different sandwiches in here. I don't know your preferences yet, so take your pick."
That said, Barty continued on from the prior topic. "I did cuff some girl to a lantern in an alley a week or two back. I left her with her panties in her mouth, but I didn't bother taking her home."
"Christ. You can't do that shit to a girl, they're all sensitive and ... stuff." From all he knew, you had to be nice to girls. And to do that to a girl seemed bad. Seemed like something close to the shit Alfie sometimes pulled with birds. "Seriously, blokes that fuck women are just--" Wait. He was insulting him again. Fuck. He wanted to survive the murder basement, not egg on the murderer.
He opened the coke and took a long swig before he eyed up the bag of food with a small frown. He wasn't sure how much he wanted to eat from this guy.
"You're just really into kinky stuff, yeah? I know some blokes that are. They're less..." Creepy. Weird. "Intense. I dated a bloke that liked that sort of stuff but I think his kink was just punching while fucking."
"Where's the difference? Men, women, only takes so much to make them cry. Takes a bit more to make women come, admittedly, but that just means slightly more work." He wasn't overly bothered by that part.
He waited for Bill to take a sandwich and, when he didn't, he took them out one by one so Bill could have an actual look at them.
"Kinky. Maybe. I reckon I simply like hurting people and making them desperate." Kinky might be one word for it.
Bill looked at the sandwiches. They were really fancy and he had no idea what one he wanted. He looked them over and then looked at Barty like he'd just asked him a tricky question. Usually he just ate like cheese. Or ham. Or sometimes just butter if he was low on cash. These were all fancy and giant.
"You should pick. I dunno what any of these are." He saw vague stuff he recognised but he was a little on edge still and he wasn't sure how to best make decisions.
He frowned and looked up from the sandwiches, wondering if this was a game. "Are you gonna kill me?"
"No. Killing is no fun." With that reassuring answer, Barty reached for one of the sandwiches and handed it to Bill. "That's just ham and cheese." Fancy ham, fancy cheese, fancy bread and fancy sauce, but it was still a simple ham and cheese sandwich in the end. Perhaps a bit healthier and hopefully a lot tastier, because it was undeniably expensive.
"I like you, Bill. So I see no reason to kill you. Now or later."
"Would you let me go? I won't tell anyone, trust me. I don't deal with coppers. And I got work soon, you know? And I wanna keep my job. I need the money. I'm dead broke, that's why I was looking around. It weren't personal, mate." He figured Barty knew that by now, he doubted it changed anything. Barty wanted to play with him, he was having fun so he supposed the party had no reason to stop.
He took the sandwich and had a bite, wincing because damn, his jaw was tender as hell. It was good though, real fancy. The bread was all tough and weird. Probably fancy. "I don't take much. I wouldn't have used the card for more than like, I don't know, a thousand? Max. And you got a black card so that's like nothing to you."
"That's true. Money is easy to come by." And he didn't consider a thousand a huge loss, even if he knew it'd be a huge gain for Bill. "Darling, don't make me break your heart again. Didn't I make it clear already that you are mine and will stay mine?"
He had no intention of letting Bill go. He liked having him around, already. "It was personal for me. Picking you. I wanted it to be you." He had known where he worked and strongly suspected the whole thievery angle. It had still worked out more beautifully than he could have imagined in the end. "Why steal socks? I've been wondering."
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What did he even do? How did he avoid dying for a full two days? Or forever, at least. Would he ever get out of this basement? Hell, if the police came, would they even find this place? "You do this a lot, huh? With guys... girls too?"
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He pushed the bag over to him. "There's a few different sandwiches in here. I don't know your preferences yet, so take your pick."
That said, Barty continued on from the prior topic. "I did cuff some girl to a lantern in an alley a week or two back. I left her with her panties in her mouth, but I didn't bother taking her home."
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He opened the coke and took a long swig before he eyed up the bag of food with a small frown. He wasn't sure how much he wanted to eat from this guy.
"You're just really into kinky stuff, yeah? I know some blokes that are. They're less..." Creepy. Weird. "Intense. I dated a bloke that liked that sort of stuff but I think his kink was just punching while fucking."
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He waited for Bill to take a sandwich and, when he didn't, he took them out one by one so Bill could have an actual look at them.
"Kinky. Maybe. I reckon I simply like hurting people and making them desperate." Kinky might be one word for it.
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"You should pick. I dunno what any of these are." He saw vague stuff he recognised but he was a little on edge still and he wasn't sure how to best make decisions.
He frowned and looked up from the sandwiches, wondering if this was a game. "Are you gonna kill me?"
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"I like you, Bill. So I see no reason to kill you. Now or later."
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He took the sandwich and had a bite, wincing because damn, his jaw was tender as hell. It was good though, real fancy. The bread was all tough and weird. Probably fancy. "I don't take much. I wouldn't have used the card for more than like, I don't know, a thousand? Max. And you got a black card so that's like nothing to you."
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He had no intention of letting Bill go. He liked having him around, already. "It was personal for me. Picking you. I wanted it to be you." He had known where he worked and strongly suspected the whole thievery angle. It had still worked out more beautifully than he could have imagined in the end. "Why steal socks? I've been wondering."