Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 36: What the fuck happened?!

"Arrrgh!"

The painful scream tore through the underground basement, echoing off the cold concrete walls. The sound came from a man suspended from the ceiling beams.....tied so tightly his shoulders had long passed the point of dislocation. His head hung downward, legs bound upward, a dirty sack covering his face and muffling his ragged breaths.

Around him, the cries of other prisoners drifted from iron-bar cells lining the walls....weak, hopeless pleas swallowed by darkness.

The air was thick with the stench of oil, old blood, sweat, and the metallic tang of the rubber-coated whips that had been carving into Sabe’s flesh for hours. He had vomited blood so many times the floor beneath him was slick with it.

"What... what the hell do you want from me?" Sabe rasped, his voice barely escaping the sack. "I’ll pay you. Any amount. Just... just tell me who sent you, and I’ll double whatever he gave you."

A cold chuckle answered him.

"You’re still clinging to that?" Damien said, lounging casually in a metal chair a few feet away, arms folded, one leg crossed over the other. His tone held a lazy mockery, as though he were bored by Sabe’s suffering. "You honestly think you can find the one who ordered your kidnapping and walk away alive? You really think you’re that important?"

He tilted his chin at the two burly men dressed head to toe in black....men who had been whipping Sabe without mercy.

One whip cracked through the room again.

"ARRRGH!"

Sabe’s cry weakened mid-scream, turning into a wet cough. Blood splattered onto the floor.

Damien raised a hand lazily. "Enough."

The burly men halted instantly.

Damien exhaled slowly, as if dealing with a troublesome child. "I must say... you’re one unlucky motherfucker. I still don’t understand why the boss ordered Basic 202 punishment for you immediately when Basic 101 is available. Basic 101 is just rubber-whip beating. But Basic 202?" Damien clicked his tongue. "You should really be grateful you weren’t ordered to be killed outright or worse, given one of those punishments that make you beg for death."

Sabe coughed again... blood trailing down his chin, soaking into the sack. "Water... please..." he whispered. "I need... water."

"There’s no water here," Damien replied flatly. "Unless you want to drink urine." He rolled his eyes with open disdain as he pushed up from the chair.

He faced the two burly men. "Release him. Throw him somewhere outside for his loved ones to pick up. The boss refused to even meet him, but at least we’ve taught him a lesson he won’t be forgetting." Damien smirked. "And he should be damn grateful we didn’t use all of the Basic 202 punishments on him. He might never walk again."

He waved a dismissive hand. "Hurry up. Get him out of here. I don’t want him dying in this basement. The boss still has more punishments lined up for him in the future."

The burly men nodded silently, moved toward Sabe, untied him, and dragged his limp body toward the exit. His legs barely scraped the ground; he had no strength left to hold himself upright.

The heavy metal door groaned open.

Just then, a new figure stepped into the dim light.

Alex.

He wore a cream-colored tailored suit, not a wrinkle out of place, looking utterly out of place among the grime and blood but his cold smile fit right in.

Damien raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you weren’t going to come." He scoffed lightly. "I already sent you the video of his punishment. Isn’t that enough?"

Alex gave a short laugh, eyes glittering with a cruel satisfaction. "I had to see it for myself. A video can’t give me the same satisfaction as watching him get beaten in real time. Besides"....his smile deepened...."I knocked Gabe out before I left so I can be here."

"Why would you do that?!" Damien snapped, eyebrows shooting up as he scoffed loudly. His hands landed on his waist in frustration, fingers tapping restlessly. "He’s crippled, Alex! You shouldn’t leave him all by himself."

"I’m afraid I’ll end up fucking him if I stay in the house with him," Alex replied instantly, without hesitation or shame. His tone was flat, matter-of-fact. "He knows me as a beta, after all. A harmless little beta. Meaning I can’t touch him... even though I want to. I should focus on getting his husband out of the way first.....make Gabe mine completely and then I can reveal my real identity to him. But for now... I have to take things slow."

Damien let out a low whistle, half disbelief, half resignation. "I understand. You just want him to be part of your other sex toys though." He raked a hand through his hair, frustration lingering in his voice. "Anyways, what’s next? You’ve punished Sabe, sure, but he’s going to put men on the streets to find out who’s responsible for this. And we both know you only did this because of how he treated Gabe right in front of you."

Alex shrugged, smirking. "Let him search. Let him waste his men, his time, his money. He’ll never trace this back to me. Even if he tries for a hundred years." His smirk widened. "And yes....I told you Gabe is interesting. He looks crippled. He acts like his legs will never heal. But in reality? It’s like he’s the one keeping himself in that wheelchair."

"Huh?" Damien’s brows shot up. "What do you mean? Fine....yes I know you understand medicine, but did you actually examine Gabe’s legs? If you’re right, then why the hell would he want to keep sitting in a wheelchair?"

Alex chuckled, a low, amused sound that echoed in the basement. "I told you he’s interesting. And I’m not particularly interested in why he’s forcing himself to stay seated. I’m just curious how long he’ll keep acting like this. Watching him pretend is entertaining." He waved a dismissive hand. "Anyways, how’s the research about my brother?"

Damien’s shoulders sagged slightly. "Nothing yet," he admitted with a heavy sigh. "But we’ll keep searching. We always do." He hurried to speak again when he saw Alex’s expression shift toward irritation. "We’re not giving up."

"It’s been years," Alex muttered, jaw tightening. "Years of nothing."

Damien didn’t reply. He knew better. He had seen exactly what Alex was capable of when frustrated, and he had no intention of being on the receiving end of that temper.

"Better," Alex finally said, composing himself. He turned toward the exit, stepping out of the dim basement corridor with smooth, confident strides. Damien followed behind him, not daring to breathe too loudly.

****

Meanwhile...

A young man lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully....so peacefully he looked almost fragile. But moments later, his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes slid open.

It was Gabe.

He blinked at the ceiling, disoriented. He had been asleep since the morning.....hours had passed without his knowledge.

"What the fuck... happened?" Gabe thought as he slowly pushed himself up. His gaze drifted around the room.

The last thing he remembered was Alex cooking for him... the two of them eating together... and then, just as their therapy-to-client session was about to begin, everything went dark.

"Did I actually fall asleep...?" Gabe raised an eyebrow, pressing a hand to his forehead. He let out a tired sigh. "And where the fuck is Alex?"

Before he could think further, his phone vibrated sharply on the nightstand. The caller ID read: Fred.

Gabe scooped it up. "Hello? Yeah, what is it? Didn’t I tell you not to call me during my stay here?" His tone carried a thread of irritation....he hated being disturbed.

"Did you even check the news?" Fred replied instantly, voice edged with disbelief. "Your husband was kidnapped, beaten brutally, and now he’s in the hospital receiving treatment."

"What?!" Gabe sat upright, shock slamming through him. "When the fuck did that happen?! Who did it?!"

"I’m still trying to uncover that," Fred said with a grunt. "But it might take a while. Whoever did this left no trace. And tell me....are you seriously planning to keep staying at the therapist’s house? People will start talking. I’m sure you don’t want anyone discovering you left your husband’s house to go sleep at your therapist’s."

Gabe scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes. "I didn’t leave his house to stay at a therapist’s place ’for nothing’. And nobody knows I’m here anyway." His voice dropped into a cold mutter. "And honestly... whoever did that to him? They have my respect. Sabe deserved every bit of it."

"Yeah, you feel he deserved it," Fred shot back, tone serious, "but that’s not how the public will see it. No one knows who attacked Sabe yet. People might pin the blame on you. You’re expected to be in the hospital right now, sitting by his bedside, crying or something. But it’s Matthew that’s there instead of you."

Fred paused, letting his next words sink in.