Sean and Pablo tied Milo to the floor, spread-eagled, as he struggled even more.
Then Sean reached into a silver case on a nearby tray and pulled out a container of fine white powder.
It was a concentrated irritant, designed to cause an intense, uncontrollable itch upon contact with the skin.
Milo struggled hard. "Nero, please! Why are you doing this to me?"
Nero smirked and knelt down. "You have the audacity to ask?" He grabbed Milo's hair hard, making Milo gasp. "You are mine. Forever! How dare you go to another man and humiliate me? You think I can't take care of you?"
Milo groaned in pain. "You… never take care of me. You only torture me. Why can't you let me go? I deserve to live!"
Nero laughed. "Look who's so ungrateful. You stay here, I take care of everything, I feed you, and you still aren't satisfied with that? I even give you my attention. Milo, Milo..."
Milo held his breath as Nero's grip on his hair tightened. "P-please... Please let me go..."
