12-27-2015, 02:24 AM
...He couldn't. Steve couldn't do anything he thought he could in a situation like this. He couldn't believe these two thought shit like this mattered; he couldn't understand why Murray waving a medal in his face would change anything; he couldn't just wait for them to stop talking and walk away; he couldn't let his face show whatever he thought, although apparently he was shit at that anyway; he couldn't fathom just what the hell John asked him to do; and, most soul-crushingly of all, he couldn't argue with them.
They didn't understand this, did they? It didn't matter whether they were wrong or not; Steve had to go along with them. Didn't he make that clear with how he begged for the apartment? Or did they just believe whatever they wanted to believe? He knew he wasn't that good of a person, but he shouldn't be punished for trying his damnedest to please people that didn't even try to see this from his perspective. Or maybe that was all the 'too proud' shit was about: THAT was their idea of 'empathy'. Well, so be it. And now...now he had to lower himself even more than negotiating with a college student to help him give birth.
"As you wish." Like he had to do all damned week. He got down on his knees, bent over to Murray's feet first, and started to lick the old and foul-smelling skin. The only pleasure that came from doing this was sanctity. He was better than John and Murray. It didn't matter how bad of a person he was: he had nothing on these parasitic, sadistic freaks who would even think of asking someone to do something like this.
They didn't understand this, did they? It didn't matter whether they were wrong or not; Steve had to go along with them. Didn't he make that clear with how he begged for the apartment? Or did they just believe whatever they wanted to believe? He knew he wasn't that good of a person, but he shouldn't be punished for trying his damnedest to please people that didn't even try to see this from his perspective. Or maybe that was all the 'too proud' shit was about: THAT was their idea of 'empathy'. Well, so be it. And now...now he had to lower himself even more than negotiating with a college student to help him give birth.
"As you wish." Like he had to do all damned week. He got down on his knees, bent over to Murray's feet first, and started to lick the old and foul-smelling skin. The only pleasure that came from doing this was sanctity. He was better than John and Murray. It didn't matter how bad of a person he was: he had nothing on these parasitic, sadistic freaks who would even think of asking someone to do something like this.