Scream for me
by Belladonna

Starsky never screamed.

Through everything the followers of Marcus threw at him he remained silent.

He didn't make a sound when they hit him.
He bit back the pain as the knife made its way down his chest, drawing blood from shallow cuts over his stomach, hurting like hell.
He swallowed down his frustration as his body betrayed him, hanging limply in his restraints from the wall. Humiliated.

Starsky didn't scream, endured all their inflicted torture in silence.

Only when he was alone again, safely in his cell with his captors gone, he allowed his body its long denied release.