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He isn't going to fall for that traitors' eyes again: he stares back with a cold heart while Jonathan pleads wordlessly with him, and lets Felipe do as he likes with the prisoner.
Those lying blue eyes are tear-wet when they close as Felipe's cock drives into him and they stay closed, giving up the lost cause of begging for mercy from a man who has been pushed too far to give any. From behind the tape across his mouth come pathetic whimpers of pain and the futile struggle to free himself stops sooner than Teddy had expected. Jonathan stays bent over the table with his hands tied behind his back and more importantly his eyes stay shut; he can't use them to accuse Teddy of letting this happen to him.
He didn't let this happen: Jonathan brought this on himself by trying to interfere with things that don't concern him and by pretending to be someone else with a different name and different feelings so he could get close to Teddy. This is Jonathan's own fault, he doesn't get to put the blame on anyone else.
Felipe fucks Jonathan hard and fast, without any of the care that Jonathan doesn’t deserve. He's a simple man and he just wants to get off before they kill the prisoner - someone might as well find one last use for him even if it's a crude one.
And Jonathan's eyes stay closed through all of it. A few tears leak out from behind the lids when Felipe starts pounding roughly into him towards the end, but Teddy doesn't let those affect him. Jonathan knew what he was doing and was just as brutal in his own way to his victims. The liar getting fucked on the table is twisted and cruel. Heartless.
Felipe groans with satisfaction and thrusts in one last time, emptying himself into Jonathan, who doesn't make a sound after that. He's too stubborn for it, too determined to be stoic.
“Do you want him too?” asks Felipe, putting his limp cock away again with a smear of blood still on it.
Jonathan's eyes open at the question and seem to repeat it. Does Teddy want him? Is Teddy going to hurt him any more before he kills him or does he still care enough to let him die without further punishment? With his clothes half off and Felipe's semen leaking out of him.
“No,” is Teddy's answer. “That's enough.”
Jonathan's stare is broken by a couple of slow blinks that might be relief or might be gratitude, or both.
Felipe keeps a hand on Jonathan's back to stop him starting to fight again but he doesn't need to. Jonathan has accepted defeat at last and has nothing left but the stare that's still fixed on Teddy, who will likely be last thing that he sees.
“I'll do it,” says Felipe without feeling, as worried about the murder he's about to commit as he is about what's for lunch. Probably less.
“I'm the one who ends this,” says Teddy, resolutely, aiming his gun.
Jonathan closes his eyes.
Teddy fires.
Felipe falls, dead before his body hits the floor.
Jonathan's eyes are wide when Teddy looks at them again. He must be almost as surprised by this turn as Teddy is.
He frees Jonathan's hands and then steps back. Maybe he's the one who's going to die in this room today. Maybe not. The choice isn't his to make.
“You should run,” he says. “Head north if you can. If I ever see you again, I'll kill you.”
He closes his eyes and he waits for whatever happens next.