Obediently, Thomas did what Holden had said and laid on the mattress on his back. His cigarette was left forgotten and burnt to the hilt on his bedside table, the liquor bottle somewhere he didn't want to concern himself over. This was submissiveness was certainly new for Thomas, he realized, since he had mostly been partial to taking control of these sort of situations in the past. Yet, now, he was quietly following orders without question. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling, he realized, a small smile crawling up his features. His head was still light, his lips slightly numb from the alcohol in his system. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked weakly, though the excitement was detectable in his voice, his hand still on the other's shoulder.
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