The Slave
by PEJA
Skinner waved Mulder and Scully into chairs and waited while his two most trusted agents took the offered seats. He kept his silence for several minutes longer, staring straight ahead, not really giving the agents any notice, his thoughts dark as the scowl that pulled his brows low over shadowed eyes.
The two agents grew more and more nervous in the brooding stillness, each one running over their conduct of the last month or so, wondering if they had brought down the rage they read in their boss' gaze.
Finally Skinner reached out and hit play on the video player, distracting the agents eyes away from him and towards the screen where a familiar and yet unfamiliar figure knelt at parade rest, his body naked, his knees placed at shoulder width apart, his groin on full display.
"It's been a year since we lost track of Alex Krycek," Skinner's voice was a rasp of emotion.
On the screen a fat man, dressed in baggy shorts and nothing else, crossed into view. There was a wicked looking straight-edged razor in hand. He walked slowly around Krycek who never once raised his eyes from the fixed point directly in front of him.
The man barked "Hands." and Krycek lifted his arms, lacing his fingers and placing his interlocked hands behind his neck.
Scully couldn't suppress the shocked gasp that parted her lips when the fat man lashed out with the razor, slashing Krycek's arms several times.
Krycek remained silent. Unmoving. His fixed gaze unblinking.
The fat man kicked out, striking Krycek in the side. Krycek lost balance and sprawled onto the hard concrete floor, smearing blood on the white-washed stone.
"Up."
Krycek kneeled up and resumed his commanded pose, blood dribbling down his arms and across his chest.
Th fat man took another slow stroll around him, his fingers trailing over Krycek's shoulders, caressing his cheek as he came around to the front of his kneeling victim. His thumb rubbed over Krycek's lips and the man opened his mouth, sucking in the blood slicked finger.
"Open."
Although there was a feeling of hopeless resignation in his manner, Krycek didn't hesitate to obey. His lips parted, waiting.
The man before him opened his fly and pulled himself free.
Lining up his cock, he released a stream of piss into an unresisting Krycek's mouth.
Skinner clicked off the video, drawing the gaze of his stunned agents back to him. "It gets worse, agents, but I won't put you through watching anymore than that. Suffice to say, we now know where Krycek has been this last year."
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