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Break Him In: Far Cry 3	By : Whatadream24 Category: +A through F > Far Cry Series Views: 3246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Break Him In: Far Cry 3
- 2-Chapter two
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He feels his aching body stir continuously, until he finally snap opens his eyes and realizes where he is. The american jumps up with his ass in the cushions of the leather upholstered lounge couch, and the very first thing his eyes recognize is Vaas standing with his back against the front door, and his hands tucked away in his pockets staring right back.
The room was grey and dreary. The large picture windows were open, but the sky outside those windows wasn't too friendly looking, while the air sneaking inside was hot and sticky to the touch.
"Where the hell am I?" Jason cursed straight at Vaas, now standing on the soles of his shoes, glaring at the man a few steps ahead of him. Vaas turned his gaze away from Jason and brought it straight before him, causing Jason's eyes to follow.
There was another man in this room, behind the desk.
"So, this is Jason Brody, the one whose been runnin' wild, killin' my men, I got to say, you are one brave man," the man sitting in the chair with his feet comfortably kicked up, explained to him with a grin, and a cigar between his fingers.
The room was almost too darkened by the outside, that it was nearly infeasible to get a good look at that man, besides the cloud from his cigar.
Jason glared and felt his fingers clench tightly in to a fist. He was covered in a sticky sweat, and the heat that rose within him wasn't helping at all with that problem. "Vaas, you son of a bitch!" with that, Jason stormed straight off toward the pirate near the door, but just as soon as Jason made it, Vaas and Jason got in to a little scuffle, up until the point where Jason was defenseless and tightly pinned against the door.
Jason struggled against Vaas, but all the pirate did was smirk.
The man with the cigar collected his feet and stood up. He put the cigar back between his lips for a brief moment to inhale, then he pulled it back out and rounded his desk, making his way toward the american. Jason had only got a fleeting glimpse of this man, just before he killed off those innocent people. That pissed him off even more;
Jason still had control of his legs, and he got Vaas straight in the balls, well he thought he did, but instead, before his knee came in contact with the pirate, Vaas used his own foot, connected it with one of Jason's and tripped him, causing his ankle to twist in the proccess, as he landed on his fall was too sudden to even catch himself.
"Stop being stupid, hermano," Vaas said to him just before kneeling over to bring him back to his feet. Hoyt eyed Jason intently, and Jason shifted against the door again in discomfort.
Suddenly, the light above them turned on, flickered a few times at first, but afterwards it gave the room quite a different look. Jason squinted, trying to get his eyes adjusted to the intruding light. The older man smiled and looked down at Jason's arm. His eyes scanned the many tattoos that covered Jason's arm; Hoyt understood them, and once he took a hold of the young man's arm, that's when Jason forced it right back, and glared.
Vaas got close again, ready to beat his face in if needed.
"Go help yourself to a cigar, I'll take care of him," Hoyt informed Vaas and the pirate fled toward the desk, leaving the two just the way they were.
Hoyt's gaze never left Jason's.
"Where are the rest of my friends, where the hell is Riley?" Jason immediately stormed, but Hoyt wasn't having any of his shit. His calm demeanor was quickly deteriorating, and so was that smile on his face.
He blinked his eyes slowly and gave out a little laugh, holding up his left-over cigar up to Jason's view. "Does that even matter right now, Jason, you are in the hands of the most powerful man on this island, and you worry more for your friends, touching, but not really," with that said, Hoyt pressed the burning tip of the cigar in to the underside of Jason's soft forearm, causing such an awful burn and smell. The young man cried out, but he had hidden most of his cries of pain behind gritted teeth.
Fuck, now I have to deal with another lunatic!
After that being done and over with, Hoyt tossed his cigar to the floor, crushed it, and looked down at Jason's new scar.
There was a little blood, but not a whole lot.
"Hm, pretty tough, now Vaas has told me how ballsy you are, how much death, pain and agony you've seen, would you mind if I test that, Mr. Brody?" Hoyt spoke full of intensity with a glowing smile, while his and Jason's eyes continued to wander in to each others.
Jason turned his head to one side, but Hoyt used one of his own hands to bring it right back, without too much force.
He could tell just by the look in the boy's eyes, that he was beyond pissed.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jason could see Vaas lounging in that upholstered chair, smoking a cigar with his feet propped up. Was everyone nuts here?
"Fuck y-hmm!" Jason was instantly cut off by a thumb pressed up against his lips. Hoyt's smile disappeared in to pieces, and the rage inside him burned through. Vaas had to sit up straight to see this; "I'm the boss here, Jason, you will keep your mouth closed until you are spoken to, alright?" Hoyt explained and the anger within him seeping through those very words.
Jason gave his head one little nod, barely noticed and Hoyt removed his thumb, and the rest of him from Jason. Finally, the kid had room to breathe.
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After a moment or so to relax and take a deep breath, Hoyt informed Vaas that he was going to be gone for a little while, Jason had no idea what the hell was going on, but when Hoyt left, he left with a smile that shook Jason quite a bit.
Vaas watched Jason from behind the desk;
"Come over here," the pirate said nonchalantly, the demanding tone missing from his voice, with that same damn cigar between his lips.
Jason had full control of his legs, his arms and his own actions and thoughts, so why the hell was he going to listen to Vaas? Hell NO! The american went for the door, grabbed the knob and that's when he was knocked straight on to his ass by one of the privateers that had been on the other side guarding this whole time.
Vaas sat up suddenly, and flicked his wrist at the unwanted privateer. The door closed and Jason hurried to get up.
"So, what the hell was that all about, hermano?" Vaas asked, placing both arms across the face of the wooden desk, cocking his head slightly to the side. Jason stared and refused to say a word;
Getting the butt of a rifle to the gut must not have done anything to him, because he was ready for more.
"I'm getting the fuck out of here!" Jason growled and had pulled a hunting knife from his hip; it was hidden inside his jeans. How the fuck didn't anyone notice it? Once Vaas saw that knife in his hand, he smirked and hopped on top of the desk, crouching like a wild animal.
"I don't think you can get passed me, hermano," Vaas admitted just before leaping from the desk and lunging himself at Jason, knocking the man down.
The two were rolling around on the floor, wrestling like two ravenous beasts that had beed locked away for years. Spit flew, blood was spilled and bruises were made. Jason felt his skull burn after having his hair tugged like hell, and then met the floorboards head on afterwards. Their breathing was heavy and dripping with anger and frustration, sweat was shared and clothes were torn only at certain spots. Jason struggled to swallow his own blood and spit that had come up from being fisted in the stomach, but so was Vaas.
They both beaten each other pretty damn good; Vaas stood up first and reached down for Jason, who kicked at him, so instead, Vaas took a tight hold of his legs at the ankles and he flipped him in an instant. Jason was surprised but once Vaas found a spot right above him and grabbed the back of his head, he knew he was in for a hell of a worse fight.
"You want to fuckin' listen now, Jason, I can keep going!" Vaas spat, pulling hard on his hair, causing the young man's neck to bend painfully backward.
That's when Hoyt showed up again, and with company.
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Hoyt noticed their conditions, but he put it aside for now. The woman with him was completely distraught and in shock.
She was clearly a native from the island, long brown hair that fell passed her tinted shoulders, and trembling lips with tears staining her young face. She was beautiful, no bruises, no cuts, nothing that showed any sign of abuse on her lovely flesh;
Hoyt's arm around her shoulders grew tight and he pulled her in for a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Stand up," Hoyt ordered Jason, and the young man was up on his feet in two seconds. He was caught up in the strange woman's beauty.
He ignored his aches and bleeding just to keep his eyes on her.
Vaas looked at Hoyt then back at Jason, putting an arm around his shoulders. That contact shocked Jason, and he jerked away, and thats when Vaas gave him a swift kick in the gut. Jason coughed wickedly before standing back to his feet.
"Liesel, meet Jason," Hoyt informed her with a whisper to the ear and a smile on his lips, as he urged her forward with a little push.
Jason furrowed his brows, and then returned his eyes to the woman before him.
Hoyt smiled over at Jason and made an inch or two forward, whispering something in the american's ear. "She's a slut, Jason, she needs to be punished for it," those words, those cruel set of words were like fire to his ears, but sadly they weren't the worst he's heard on this island. He couldn't, he just couldn't do that, she was just a woman trying to make money the only way she knew how. It wouldn't be right of him to do so.
He swallowed what was left of his own blood in his throat and looked over at Vaas behind his shoulder.
"If you don't do it, hermano, I will," Jason's eyes locked on to the stained floorboards beneath his feet, and he drowned every little thing out.
His head went spinning just as he shut his eyes and it went on for what felt like an eternity; his whole world turned in to a blurry mess of distorted figures. Pain erupted inside him and he felt the rage burst moments after.
He let his eyes open finally, and his skin was coated in a sticky sweat.
Jason caught sight of Hoyt who was standing just a few feet from him and the girl. The girl let out a cry of pain after Hoyt had forced her to her knees, and yanked her hair as hard as he fucking could.
"Can you do this, Jason?" Hoyt wondered, a smile on his demented pair of lips, hair dangling freely in his face as he pulled out a good amount of rope from his back pocket, carefully wrapping it around the woman's neck, never breaking eye contact with Jason. The air was overly hot, and it was beginning to get to Jason like it has so many times before.
He watched the woman on the ground struggle to breathe, while little fingers tried so hard to break through the rope around her throat.
Hoyt pulled even harder, even tighter until his own knuckles turned white.
Jason's stomach turned;
He was watching this young woman die right before his own eyes; he wants to fucking stop it, but he won't, he can't. He's frozen in place;
He was looking right at himself, beating on his own chest, cursing at himself to do something, anything, but he couldn't snap himself out of it. Even his own self can't do anything for him, no matter how hard he beat him.
Vaas sneaked up from behind Jason, and used his own cigar as a stamp on the girl's perfect skin. She continued to cry, and that's when Vaas grabbed on to his shirt at the hip, and pulled him toward the woman. "Beat her hermano, beat the fuckin' hell out of her or I will beat the fuck out of you!" Vaas cried out, and Jason's eyes scanned across the young woman's destroyed flesh.
Hoyt finally let up on the strangling and pushed her on to her belly with a foot to her back. She was just in a bra and shorts, nothing else, but it was much better than nothing at all. He felt her pain, all of it; Jason was beat and desensitized by the hands of Vaas himself.
He'd rather get beaten himself than beat her.
Hoyt spoke in whispers to Vaas, and Hoyt gave up on Liesle, letting Vaas handle her while Hoyt focused more on Jason.
The older man snickered, and moved in close to Jason.
"Vaas is going to destroy her, Jason, why didn't you just do it, you aren't as strong as you think, hm?" he said as a gruesome whisper in to his ear, and Jason cringed, using his hands to shove him back.
That gesture, that execution startled Hoyt himself;
Jason was trying to get him to crack wasn't he? Hoyt cocked his head to a side and smirked wide as hell. Using one hand, he raked his fingers through his hair, pushing back any dangling hairs, and licked his drying lips.
"You let Vaas over power you quickly, huh, I want to see you in action, I want to see you fight!" he stated aloud, and it caused Vaas to stop with his doings;
Vaas heard his name;
"Come on hermano, like Hoyt said, fight, fuckin' fight me!" he yelled, entering Jason's barrier, glaring in to the very depth of his eyes.
Jason swallowed and furrowed his brows, giving Vaas a shove back, initiating the fight.
"Fine, whenever you are ready!" Jason said with a smirk, while watching Vaas pop his neck and all that other good shit. The two were already beat to shit, but to hell with it, Hoyt wanted to see some rough fighting and they were both up for it.
Vaas readied himself in to a crouch at the waist, and cracked each finger, smiling up at Jason.
Hoyt stepped back, and watched it begin. Jason knew he was going to be thrown to the floor again, so he made damn sure that wasn't going to happen again by kneeing Vaas in the face, causing him to grunt, but in return, Jason got several knees and fists to the middle of his gut. That caused ferocious pain, excruciating trauma to his body, but he wasn't going to stop there until he knew his body couldn't take any more.
Hoyt sat at his desk, now with the bloodied girl at his side, sitting like a dog, watching this like it was pure entertainment, which it clearly was on this island.
"Come on hermano, get me!" Vaas's hard voice dripped in blood and fury, just as they both collided in to each other, slamming against each other's torsos like two boulders. That hurt like hell, nearly taking Jason's breath away, literally.
Their bodies were wet, hot and bloody.
Jason's heart was pounding, so was Vaas's and the intensity of the fight was beginning to turn in to something much more than they expected.
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