Sedimus laid back against the hard motel materess and stared blankly up at the ceiling. A man sat cross-legged next to him and stroked his strawberry blonde locks of hair. He was a rather large and strong man. He smield possively and a bit sadistically down at Sedimus. He had been rough to the point of hurting Sedimus.
"You know when I first saw you I thought you were a very tall women. I'm sure glad you're not. You're far prettier than a women and," the man leaned down and bit Sedimus' neck hard enough to draw blood, "you last so much longer." The man chuckled and grabbed Sedimus pulling him up and crushing him against his chest. Sedimus hissed in pain as his cracked ribs were crushed. The man laughed again and snaked his hand down Sedimus' back and then rested it against his buttocks. Sedimus tensed slightly and the man tightened his hold.
"Shhh. Relax my golden angel. I'm going to make you fell real good. I'm going to take good care of you."
Sedimsu relaxed and stared half-lidded down at the rumpled sheets beniegh him. Normally he would have tried to kill the man who was clearly interested in keeping him as his pet by then, but that night Sedimus simply did not have the energy or desire to fight back. Well at least at the moment anyway.
An hour passed and in that time he had been molested, beaten, and taken twice by the man. Sedimsu stood covered in blood, sweat, and the man's terrible scent. He reeked of sex and he hated it. Wearily tugging his pants up he looked back at the sleeping man's form. Hate swelled up in his chest as he remembered clearly why he had even gone with this man to the motel.
Sedimus picked up the knife the man had used earlier to carve into his skin and had carelessly left laying on the nightstand. With the fires of hell itself burning in his eyes and an eerily calm smile on his face Sedimus approached the man. With one long graceful fluid movement he slit the man's throat open. Blood spurted and sputtered out of the man and Sedimus grimaced in disgust.
With a sigh Sedimus began to wipe the entire place down. Grabbing an empty duffel that was laying on the floor he stuffed every single scrap of fabric that his own blood had stained into it. A while later he slipped his shirt on and carefully scanned the room. Fidning it to be free of all traces of him ever being there he smiled and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Checking to make sure it would still scramble his call he dailed Rod's number.
"Rod..." his voice was strained and cracked from being choked previously, but betrayed no emotion. It was dead calm and cold as ice. "I need you to take out some garbage for me."
"Address?"
"Motel Seven on East Lillian Lane. Thank you." Sedimus hung up before Rod could reply. He did not want to face his subordinate's questions. Not now at least. With a final look around the room he let himself out and ducked out of the building.