Detective Kevin Ryan (mr_rogers_) wrote in cedarridge_rp, @ 2016-03-02 01:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gregory dryer, character: kevin ryan |
Who: Greg and Ryan
Where: Greg's home.
When: 3/2, evening
Rating: Probably high
Why: Relaxing at home
Status Closed/In progress
Sometimes Ryan got depressed. It always happened after a bad case and something usually involving a slave. Slaves had no rights, all rights were take when they got the collar that bound their neck. But still deaths and punishments had to be recorded and required police attention, why Ryan had to be apart of it he didn't know why. He was asked to come along with two other officers to a residence of a man that had nearly beaten his slave to death. Ryan was assigned to watch over the girl as she was being transported to the hospital. He just kept over hearing the man saying that she was usually a good slave, but she just made him man. That was his excuse, she made him man and nearly killed her. It made him sick that people didn't care about the well being of others.
There was not much he could do. The girl would be patched up and sent back to her master. Even the other cops acted like it was nothing, like they should not have to be called for something this trivial. It left Ryan feeling itchy. The first thing he did, after work, was to shower. Even before going to say hello to his boyfriend he had to wash everything off way. His mind may not stop working but he could as least stop feeling like his skin was too tight for his body. After undressing he looked at the collar that was around his neck, a symbol that he was not his own man, that he would never be again. He all but ripped it off his neck and threw that collar as far as he could.
In the shower he scrubbed until his skin was pink while his mind raced. He had a good master to was even his boyfriend. The vampire would never hurt him, but he could not help to think what would have happened had it not been Greg to buy him. At this moment he could have been like that woman fighting for his life after being beaten. He scrubbed, trying to erase the title of slave from his body. It was not easily something done really. It was more emotional then physical. Once he was cleaned off and out of the shower he dressed in sweats. After been scrubbed raw he felt cold.
Entering their bedroom he looked at the bed and thought back to a few weeks ago when he had let Greg take control. Why did that not scare him? He was a slave that had let his master do anything to him and instead of scaring him it had turned him on. He liked it and wanted more of that. Sometimes he just wanted Greg to take control of everything. He wanted to be told what to do and when to do it. Not all the times, just selected times. Like now, when he felt the weight of everything on his shoulders he wanted Greg to take his hand and tell him to relax and let go. He didn't want to be the one that made the decisions, he was not thinking clear enough for that.