Genre: Slash, established relationship, angst, h/c, whump
Word Count: ~26,000
Warnings: Torture. Sex. (The two are separate.)
Author's Notes: Thanks to yolsaffbridge, mab_browne, and alynt for beta.
Summary: The sound of his own hoarse voice was surprising. It was probably no louder than a whisper, but it sounded like a shout against a background of nothing. At least he knew he wasn't deaf.
He rolled his tongue over his swollen lip. Wherever he was, he hadn't been here long. His mouth was still bleeding.
He was beginning to regret, now, that the last words he'd formed with that mouth had been, "You want to help me, Sandburg, leave me the fuck alone!"
Link to Story: on my site
Link to Artwork: on alynt's lj