The Toy Master Series: Behind the Scenes

ONE-SHOT: Encantador de Serpientes

Words: 6220

Couple: Klaus Schwartz/Diego Manuela

Notes: I've been planning on writing this for fucking months and I finally had time to, yes! Let's just say I've been planning this couple from the moment Diego was first introduced, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Please leave comments, tell me what you guys think of Klaus and Diego being a couple! Did you expect it? Do you agree with them being a couple? Vote and comment! Enjoy! Also since I KNOW some people are going to complain, so Encantador de Serpientes means "Snake Charmer".

Ratings/Warnings: 18+, erotic, contains graphic sexual content, mentions of assault, gay relationship, light BDSM, the Spanish language (Google Translate, people), and may be triggering to some readers.

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I'd been in prison more than half my life, convicted for things I didn't do, forced to conform to rules and laws I barely understood. My first night there I was quickly introduced to the tier of the yard, and shown my place at the very bottom of the food chain. It was dog eat dog, and I was the bitch. In a pack of criminals, that was how I survived.

My first cell-mate was a man twice my size and three times my age, covered in tattoos and built with muscle. He'd been convicted for something heinous, strangling people, both men and women, leaving a path of bodies behind him that effortlessly lead the police to him.

Those same hands held me against my bed when the lights flickered off, cupping the back of my head and forcing my face into the pillow to muffle the screams he tore out of me.

At first I fought back, but the gangs that would corner and beat me quickly showed me what happened when I was defiant. I stopped fighting back after the first few months, and after the first year I'd been conditioned flawlessly. They would make me hurt others as well, for their own entertainment.

They manipulated me into touching and beating inmates smaller than me, sometimes even those who were bigger than me. It was horrifying, but as the years went by, terrorizing others became my only solace. It was the only time I had control over my own body and the bodies around me.

Andrei Oliveira came into my life a few years after I first entered the prison, singling me out instantly. I don't know why, maybe because I was already so perfectly trained, and he liked the fact he didn't have to break me himself. It took him less than a week to saunter his way to the top of the food chain, and he dragged me with him as his personal fuck-toy.

No one was allowed to touch me, unless Andrei allowed it, and even then, even though I didn't want it, he would punish me after it was done, as if I was the one who said it was okay and let these men touch me. Andrei was possessive of me, I was property he owned, a toy, and when other people played with his toy, he got angry. He took it out on them, then he took it out on me.

The rules of the yard were simple. You followed the strongest, you bent and conformed, kept your head low and followed orders; if you wanted to survive that is. Andrei, he was the big boss. I never knew what got him into prison, I never asked and never planned to, but his toxic energy alone proved he belonged there.

He was attractive the way a Venus fly trap is attractive to a fly, beautiful from a distance, but horrific up close, with charisma to spare and a temper that would make the Hulk jealous. His punches were nothing to laugh at, and he knew how to make you hurt; how to make you scream. What made him so dangerous to me was that he also knew how to make it feel good. Granted he rarely gave me that pleasure, but it was still something I looked forward to.

Even if I hated him, hated what he did to me, I would much rather it feel good than agonizing, especially if I was going to be stuck with him forever.