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Coyle woke up in his small room and blinked a few times. His head was buzzing and his eyes felt heavy. He sat up and winced; his thigh hurt like hell. He couldn’t recall having done anything to it.
He tugged his trousers off and kicked them away. He rolled the edge of his underwear up and there it was. A sensitive, fresh scar that so lovingly read ‘MUTT’. “The fuck?” Coyle scoffed; he was confused and felt more than a little violated.
He certainly had a suspicion as to who the culprit was. He glanced up at the camera that resided in his sleep room; he wondered if Easterman was watching.
He pressed the pads of his gloved fingers against the new scar. He let the leather brush across the wound carefully. He flinched when he pressed down too hard, but he felt his face heat up.
He should feel furious, he had every right to be, but he didn’t- not exactly. He glanced back up at the camera, then at the scar again. Easterman fucking claimed him; like he was nothing more than some stupid pet. God, he knew it was fucked, but he just felt kind of turned on.