The man hadn't left his bed yet that day, and he was so grateful for not being disturbed. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to face the monster that had taken him hostage. Vinnie figured he'd have to eventually get up and face the truth before Habit decided it would be a good idea to come and quite literally chew him out. The twenty-two year old had more than enough worries, and being killed was at least several of them. He reached for his glasses off of the night stand and put them on. He sat up, realizing he had once more fallen asleep in his day clothes. Vin switched his jeans out for a pair of sweat pants in case he fell asleep again. He groggily left his bedroom and made his way down the stairs, the familiar music confirming that Habit …show more content…
He stared at the eggs he originally made for Vincent. He knew he should he feed this body but every little bit of pain he caused he practically got off on. He stood up and threw the cooling eggs in the garbage and washed the plate before returning it to its place in the cupboard. He glanced towards the stairs, deciding he had given the whore enough time to himself. As he walked up the steps he decided the punishment for Vinnie. He was pretty happy with what he came up with. As he walked into the bedroom he pulled the knife that had been strapped around his waist. It never left his side. Habit was stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the small noise Vincent had made. A curiosity sparked in his chest as he set the knife aside and pulled back the blankets. The scene in front of him had sparked more than just curiosity. Vinnie had a blush dusted across his cheeks, and his sweatpants had been twisted from his grinding. Habit was just in luck. He watched the scene before him as a hand drifted to his own crotch. If Vin hadn’t woken up, he might have just begun pleasuring himself. “Evan?” Vince had said with a sleepy voice, looking up at Habit. Habit at first only nodded in