Author: anythingiwanttowatch PM
Yaoi- Boys love. Fai is in a lot of trouble. He was drugged, kidnapped, released, drugged and kidnapped again, then sold to his original kidnapper. What in the world is going on! What else could possibly happen in all this confusion!Rated: Fiction M - English - Chapters: 3 - Words: 12,388 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 12-19-12 - Published: 07-01-10 - id: 2823905
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Chapter 1: Our future moments…
"What's your name?" the man repeated. He was tall and well built; he had dark hair with hints of grey. Obviously he was older than his partner, whom was shorter than him and had a somewhat overconfident attitude. The younger one had a more reddish-brown hair color. Both had brown eyes and light complexion. The older one wore a collared shirt and jeans with regular dark colored shoes, he was also wearing silver wedding band on his left ring finger. The younger one wore a more business like attire, with a blue suit on. They were both wearing cop badges on their belts.
I gave no response.
"It would be better to answer his questions." recommended the younger one. I figure this is the good cop/ bad cop act that I heard about.
"I'll answer if you let me see both of your badges." I replied. The younger one chuckled before he removed his badge, his partner reluctantly complied. I looked at the badges. Real, obviously, yet I still wanted to check, I guess it's a force of habit. I closed them and tossed them back to their owners.
"Well?" The young one asked.
"What do you want to know?" I inquired.
"What's your name?" The elder one responded rudely, repeating his original question.
"Why does it matter?" I asked in response.
"Alright! Lock him up for a night; we'll get him to talk tomorrow morning." snarled the older one. Two cops in uniform came over to get me. They put on a set of silvers (cuffs) and led me off to a holding cell. They took off the cuffs, and then pushed me in. Two guards and surveillance cameras were monitoring the cold holding cell. Four others in the holding cell, one woman and three men. Two of the men were more like punk kids trying to impersonate gangsters. The woman was a junky and the third man was an adult cop trying to blend in with the others. This was an information tactic, very smart. The two kids stood and came over towards me.
"Hey- nice jacket." drawled one. Both were wearing baggy clothes and had dark complexions. The women had a hispanic look behind her flashy clubbing clothes and, the cop had the same dark complexion as the guys.
"Hand it over." The other quietly, but firmly demanded. Oh a mugging in a jail cell. Ironic. I had mostly kept my head down but now I was looking them dead in the eye I stepped forward, and gave them an angered look. I won't back out of a fight.
"Fai Conri Taylor." I heard a stern familiar voice say. I flinched, stepping back, the cell door behind me opened and He entered. I scowled, while the guards removed his binds.
"What? I didn't do anything." I grumbled turning away and crossing my arms. The cell door shut. "The point is you were going to." He chided rubbing his wrist, "Now apologize to them" He ordered.
"No." I barked.
"Fai." He growled sternly again. Now let me introduce Collin Taylor Matthews, a bustard, with perverted ways and smooth words, who just happens to be my lover.
"Sorry." I mumbled. I heard him sigh.
"That's the best I'm going to get, huh?"
I passed by the two in a rude manner while uncrossing my arms, I went over to the cop. Who was leaning against the wall, and did the same. He eyed the two and followed. He leaned over me, creating confinement, the cop watched us out of the corner of his eye, but was listening much more intently.
He leaned closer, I turned away.
"What do I look like, huh? Your woman?" I snapped, angered. He smirked.
"Yeah." He went for my neck. I took my hand and pushed his head away.
"Piss off" I told him, aggravated.
"Why?" He teased moving back and pulling off my hand, pushing me against the wall. With his free hand he pulled my chin forward. I hated this side of him.
"You are rather pretty for a boy..." He whispered in my ear- the cop's face flushed. I shot him a harsh scowl.
I took a swing at him, which he caught and pushed against the wall like the first.
I struggled. He leaned in a whisper into my ear out of the cops view. I hated this routine, because I got pissed off every time.
"You know what to do." He said, just loud enough for the officer to hear. This was code for, don't say anything stupid.
"Not here." I responded. I had gotten good at this act. This was code for, of course not! "Idiot." Again code for, idiot. I had a feeling the cop might get a noise bleed like in one of those animes my sister used to watch.
"We'll continue later than." He stated. Shiz. Aka, we will continue this later. He was always serious about that." Don't want to" I choked out, struggling with a bit more seriousness. Cole pulled me around so that my back was facing him with his hand pressed mine against the wall. He pressed his mouth against my neck and moved down pushing the shirt back a little with his mouth, and then the meanie bit me. He actually bit me!
"Ow!" I said in a harsh whisper. He wouldn't let me move. He sucked it a little until it became a hickey. Afterwards he let go. I reached for my neck and touched it. "That hurts!" I snapped at him.
"Sorry." He apologized with that sweet smile.
I tried to slap him, but he dodged. Then my legs gave out, not sure why, and I collapsed into his arms.
"Meanie…" I mumbled.
"Sorry…" He mocked, while laughing.
There were two cots. One the junky took the other we took. After an hour the boys were released, and I dozed off in Cole's arms.
Hours later I awoke up in this position I fell asleep in. Someone was yelling. I opened my eyes, yawned, and gave my arms a little stretch.
"Good morning." I heard Cole, if you haven't figured it out yet- Cole is Collin- say.
"It was." I retorted rudely.
"Oh, so harsh. Can't you be a little nicer, Fai?" he questioned teasingly with a few hints of sarcasm.
"You two," called a voice. I looked over to find an officer standing at the cell door. "Come on, we're questioning you both now." He ordered. The older one- go figure. We both stood, Collin went first and I followed. We were place in a very plain looking integration room alone for about three minutes for which we were mostly silent.
"Oh, Fai?" Collin called teasingly in a low voice.
"Oh shut up." I told him.
"Now, now don't be rude." He responded.
"Just what the hell did you do?" I snapped.
It was then that the two officers from yesterday walked in.
"Can we please be separated?" I begged.
"Oh, why, Fai?" He quipped.
"Why do you think?" I bit back, "Yesterday, you gave me hickey!"
"Are you still mad?" He asked innocently. I nearly snapped.
"Yes, I'm STILL mad!" I yelled.
"He's fine, don't worry." He reassured the confused officers. I plopped my head on the table.
"Okay, let's begin." The older one drawled after exchanging a confused look with his partner.
"Can you give us your names?" asked the younger one kindly.
"Well I can't give you them, but I could tell you them." He responded.
"This is Fai Conri and I am Tyler Johnson." He finished. Oh perfect, lie to the officer, why don't? Jerk... I thought to myself.
"Okay, can you explain why you were near the scene of the murder?" asked the older one.
"Oh, a murder… No wonder the police took us in for questioning... Yes see we just got lost trying to get back home. We just move here to California."
"Jerk," I muttered. I remembered the moving indecent. One second I'm enjoying dinner, the next I wake up hand cuffed to a chair on his private jet.
"What was that?" He asked lovingly.
"Nothing, nothing at all…" I answered; he could have just told me! Kidnapping was not the only option you know, I summed.
"Can you please leave us some contact information, you can leave freely afterwards." The younger one directed politely.
"Very well." The older one concluded, writing something down on a piece of paper. The handcuffs were removed from Collin's hands first and he imminently grabbed me by the arm and yanked me up out of the chair.
My handcuffs were removed next; "Tyler" checked my wrist.
"Good, no marks." He sighed, kissing my freed wrist, I pulled away.
"Stop that," I shrilled. He smiled at me. "You jerk!" I yelled angered even more by my own reaction, I stomping out of the jail. Shoot! I blushed! He caught up soon enough linking hands with mine. He led me over to his car and opened the passenger side door. I got in and he shut it behind me.
"Don't tell me you STILL angry?" he repeated, emphasizing the still part as he got in the car.
"You lied to a police officer!" I snarled.
"Oh don't worry." He said convincingly. "They already found who did it they're just checking us for an accomplice." He retorted, blowing it off. I rolled my eyes. Collin (or Cole for short) Tylor Matthews, is a man of wealth known only as a business phantom by most. He has loads of money and spends it freely. He works because he likes to, not that I ever see him do much of it any way. He is twenty-three years old, no parents, no siblings, aunt, uncles, grandparents or otherwise. Basically no family. Except me… sort of.
Chapter 2: Beginnings
I guess you could say that I've become (somewhat) a part of his family, with a forceful beginning. See, a few years ago I got into some bad stuff with a few gangs. I broke a good handful of laws before finally getting caught, but I was released only twenty-four hours later because of lack of evidence. The one thing I'm good at, not leaving behind enough evidence for conviction. After being released I walked out of the building and back to my house, I figured I would be tailed for a few days. On my way back I met Cole.
It was dark and late outside except for a few neon signs and street lights and I was still walking back to my apartment with only a few more blocks when I accidently bumped into someone. I had only brushed his shoulder and was too tired to think of fighting, so I turned around and apologized. Eyes closed and tired I turned again and began walking. When suddenly something grabbed my arm and yanked me back.
"Hey!" I shouted, "Let. Me. Go!" I yelled, stumbling around and struggling against the grip around my arm. I was yanked around a corner down and into an empty alleyway for only a few steps then thrown against a wall. By now my arm was in a small bit of pain, and he pulled my shoulder behind my back painfully, pressing my chest against the wall. "Ow!" I cried.
"Tell me your name." I heard a creaky voice say, so I turned to see the speaker. It was the man I had accidently bumped into mere moments before. He had crazy eyes, but I could only barely see his face though I could tell he was bald. He had a large tattoo of a rival gang spreading over his neck and shoulders. Crap.
"Piss off. I won't tell ya' anything!" I barked kicking him in the leg from behind, but he didn't loosen his grip. "Come on, I'll buy ya' for the night." He slurred, his breathe was stained with alcohol. "Make ya' feel good." He continued reaching around and trying to undo my jacket.
"Disgusting," I spat, sickened, "I'm male, you drunken idiot." I pointed out. He paused for a second, giving me an once-over look.
"You tricked me!" He screeched. Pulling me up and throwing me against the wall once more.
"Like hell I did!" I was angered as well. He let go and pulled out a gun from his jacket, then shot wildly, missing most every time except for the last one that nicked my shoulder.
My blood was pumping now I kicked him, hard, and bolted past. The second I got to the street I turned left and kept going. I ran for a block and when I turned the corner I hit someone, and bounced back off him. The man was a good six inches taller and seemed unscathed. I had fallen to the ground and he had only stumbled.
"Sorry." I stammered in a rush while getting up. I took a step and slipped, thankfully he caught me.
"Whoa. Slow down." He cooed, steadying me. I couldn't stand up straight; I was still dependent him for physical support. Right when I was nearly steadied the crazy guy came around corner. I was so scared that I jumped into the stranger's arms; my heart was beating so loud that I could hardly hear. I could tell that the crazy guy glanced at us then looked in the opposite direction. Good thing he's drunk. I told myself. He scratched his head in confusion and went in the other way. I instantly relaxed, so much that I slid further into the man's hold. He caught me again, now the pain from my wound was settling in.
"Hey you alrig-?" he started, "You're bleeding!" he yelled. Suddenly, he picked me up.
"Put me down! No!" I screeched. Great, escape one predator only to be snatched by another.
"Calm down, you need medical treatment." He said logically.
"Shut up! Only got nipped, now put me down I'm going home!" I responded, I hit him and wriggled, but his grip only tightened around me more.
"No way!" he shouted, "Wait was that the man who did this?" He was definitely indicating the man that had passed us before.
"Why do you care? Let go! I don't need your help!" I shouted. He dropped my legs, but still held my upper body with one arm, it was a shock so I froze just long enough for him to put something over my mouth, and I let out a muffled screamed. I struggled harder and with only one arm, it became more difficult for him to hold on, but after a few seconds I felt the shock run though my body. I froze in that second, dropping my arm. Another shockwave hit me and my body twitched. Two more times with only seconds apart. The same thing happened each time, my consciousness slowly drifting away with each shock.
"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I heard him apologize over and over again until everything finally went dark. "Wrong pill." He muttered. My body felt so heavy. I could feel myself being put into the passenger side seat of a car. I heard a door shut to my right and a few seconds later I heard the car door shut again. "Sorry, again." The man voice apologized, again.
"St—op. N—o." I voiced weakly.
"It's alright. The drug I used is just something to dull the pain and it will make you drowsy, but the side effects… well not so good, but we'll deal with that later." He stated. Well, well, you're awfully calm for just explaining that you drugged me… I heard a jingle, most likely the key. I heard the ignition of the car start.
"No. No hospital." I managed to slur. I was beginning to fade back to sleep. I hadn't opened my eyes since that first shocking twinge.
"Alright, calm down. Just rest, it'll be fine soon."
And just like that I passed out... When I woke up, I felt kind of weird. I opened my eyes enough to see that I wasn't in a hospital.
"Where… am I?" I moaned, to no one in particular. I could hardly remember what had happened. I sat up and looked around. The room was well lit and large. The walls were a blue gray light color. The room was fairly bear except for the huge bed I was laying on and a table with two waiting chairs in the corner on the other side of the room. The bed I was on had white bedding. I looked at myself. I was wearing a new set of clothes. Also white, the top was long sleeve and went past my waist. The pants were fairly long as well, and were of a white-blue tinted color. Suddenly I got a small head-ache, and everything came back to me. I clutched my head. Ow. I thought. "Oh, now I remember…" I told myself weakly. My head hurt so much now. Is this the side effect? I questioned. I closed my eyes, and held my head. I heard the door at the far corner open.
"Oh, you're awake!" I heard. My eyes opened in shock and I swung my head over to look at the owner of the voice. Two men, one I had met the night before, and the other was dressed like, and seemed to be, a doctor. I jumped slightly, scooting back a little. I then lurched forward grabbing my head. The pain intensified.
"Hey, don't move too much." I heard the man (non-doctor) say, as he rushed over. He took hold of my shoulders and gently forced me down. I tried to say something, but the pain was so bad. This was the man who'd kidnapped me, right? I was confused. I felt sick, really, really sick. My head was pounding.
"Here, please lie down, and don't sit up." I heard the other man (doctor) say to me. "Augh. The fever's kicking in." He (doctor) continued. I could hear light panting, is that me? I felt like puking. I lurched forward covering my mouth and clutching my stomach. "Here," One of them, though I'm not sure which, putting a bucket or something like it beneath my hovering head. I shook my head in a signal of no and slammed it away from me. One of them put the bucket thing on the floor while the other pulled me off the bed and over to the bucket. "You'll feel better if you do." The one holding me said as he pulled my hand away from my mouth. "You feel sick, so puke. It's alright, it's supposed to happen." I heard the doctor one tell me. Then it happened.
I puked once, then twice. Coughing and gasping, I clung to the one holding me's arms. "Stop!" I screamed before puking again. I felt nauseous, and began crying involuntarily. Most of my body was limp. The one holding me picked me up and set me down on the bed. It was now that I realized the one holding me was also the one who had brought me here. "Make it stop!" I begged before puking again. Now there was nothing left in my stomach, so I was simply gagging. I tried to speak more but couldn't. I felt like I was dying. He released me from his grip and I turned over lying on my stomach. Tears ran down my face silently. I shook uncontrollably. My body gagged roughly.
"Drink something." One ordered, before putting a glass of water before me. I felt so bad, and just thinking of something going down my throat made me gag. I closed my eyes. Someone gently pulled me up to a sitting position. My body convulsed as someone held me still and forced the water down. Surprisingly I did feel a little better, but was still in pain. I was set down then.
"What's… going… on…?" I asked between gasps and gags. I felt very uncomfortable.
"You have a high fever, and I'm sure you very sick right now-" I cut off the person talking.
"Dying, I feel like I am dying." I corrected, letting him continue,
"After a little while this will completely pass, and you'll be fine."
"I want to go home." I began, "Please, I want to go home. I don't understand." I lifted my hands and rubbed away my tears. I felt something come near me. Right up next to my ear I heard a whisper, "I'm sorry." I felt something colder than I press against my cheek. I realized that this was the man who had brought me here. I recognized his voice. Just then my body lurched forward, hitting the man.
"Move!" I ordered. He did so; I swung my head over the edge of the bed and puked once more before passing out.
I woke up faintly a few times. I heard talking during those few times. Mostly about a tattoo and gangs, and then something about doing jobs and minding business, but mostly I slept.
Eventually I woke up for longer than a few minutes. I found that my clothes and the bedding had been changed. I myself had been cleaned up as well. My head-ache was gone, and I felt much better. I felt rather hungry…
"Good morning." I heard from the direction of the waiting chairs and table.
"Yo." I said, before yawning, I covered my mouth, before sitting up. Now I got a good look at him, the one who brought me here (for now, let's start calling him freak until his name is revealed).
He was definitely taller than me. He was well built and not over wait in the slightest. He was wearing a short sleeve regular cotton shirt, with dark blue jeans. He was rather handsome; he had dark brown hair and deep dark brown eyes, with a light complexion, an ideal eye catcher for women and possibly some men. He was probably a good three years older than me. I swung my legs over the edge, and stretched.
"So, you are property of a gang?" he asked. Of course, he saw my tattoo.
"Nope, not property, I am just a member of a law breaking society." I commented. He'll probably turn me into the police…
"You know, you are really interesting." He said after a pause. I looked at. Seriously?
"Mind if I use your bathroom, you know- before you turn me?" I asked. He chuckled.
"Of course not," he said standing up and going over to the other door. "Here," He said opening it. I went in and shut the door behind me, and leaned against it. The bathroom was fairly large. It was long really, the counter was along the left wall and above it was the mirror, which spread to the end of the room. At the far end was like a smaller room with the toilet and shower. On the right side of the bathroom was a large bathtub surrounded by glass walls and glass door. The tub could fit at least ten people in it from what I could see. I looked over at myself in the mirror. I had long light brown hair for a boy, that's for sure. It went down almost to my shoulders. My eyes a matching light tone of brown. Light complexion, very thin, seriously if I didn't know myself I could mistake me for a flat-chested girl. I sighed, pushing myself off the door and going to the other end of the bathroom. I went, and then washed my hands before leaving the bathroom.
"So, now what do we do?" He asked. I looked at him questioningly. "What? I'm wondering what to do, any ideas?" He continued. I just kept staring at him. "Don't worry; I won't turn you into the police. Actually, I rather keep you to myself… but, I think I'll wait for you to get into some sort of trouble or something…" I heard him say the last part under his breath. I decided to ignore it, "So, I'm free to go home then?" I asked.
"Yep, wait, aren't you going to ask me anything?" He looked confused.
"Are you kidding?" I looked at him a little frustrated. "No. Asking questions can only lead to problems. So, if you're going to let me go, let's just leave as we started. Strangers. Now, can you please return my stuff, so that I may leave?" I said. He looked me over. Then smiled, a soft smile, and with a light chuckle he spoke,
"Alright," After a pause he continued, "You know, you are really interesting. I may have taken an interest in you… I think I like you…" He said coming near to me. I moved back a little. This guy was creeping me out. Later I realize my instinct to avoid him should have been farther heightened… He kept his eyes on me, "Mr. Rodgers, please bring his things." He called through the door.
"Yes, sir." I heard through the door. After a few minutes an elderly looking butler entered the room carrying my things. He set them down on the table bowed and left. I moved around the man and went to my stuff. His eyes followed. I picked up my stuff. "I'm going to change now, so please excuse me." It was very creepy, so creepy that I went into the bathroom to change.
After a good twenty minutes, I was ready to leave. The man walked me to the exit. On our way to the exit we got on one elevator went down three floors and got off. I then took another elevator down to the lobby. I didn't quite understand, but chose to stick with my no questions policy. Right before I left the building the man told me something. "Should we meet again under a strange circumstance, it is highly unlikely of me to let you go. Understand?"
I answered no to his strange question. "That's okay. I doubt we will meet again anyway." He told me. "Goodbye." He said opening the door for me. I looked at him. What a weird man. I then left without another word to him. I estimated the walking distance would be about an hour considering that my average walking speed is 3-5 miles an hour.
I was correct, within an hour I was home. I dropped my stuff immediately, then changed my clothes and ate something the neighbor had given to me on my way. My neighbor was a very nice lady. Like a second parent. When I was younger my parents died and my grandmother took me, and my half sister in. My grandmother would work hard to support the both of us, and the neighbor lady would help, she took care of us when grandmother was out. A few years ago grandmother died and my older half sister went to a boarding school somewhere far away.
I was incredibly bored, so decided to read. Since sister had moved out, I got rid of our TV seeing as I have never truly liked television anyway… I laid down on my bed with the latest book from my favorite series. Thievery by S.S. Colonel, a series about a thief told from a rookie cop's perspective. The man is constantly teased by the thief, who is actually his older sister in disguise, but only the readers know that the mysterious Con Thief, who only steals the best, is actually his sister. I read till about nine pm, made myself dinner, and then went to bed. (by the way, that book is not real, and the plot is from my besties idea's)
The next morning was a Saturday, so I got up took a shower, put on some comfy clothes, made breakfast (ate of course), and began reading. By the time I had finished the book it was four o'clock. I stretched.
Well, I finished my book… now what? I questioned myself. "Well, I need to go shopping for food…" I answered allowed. Then I did a face palm, and for those of you who do not know what that means look it up. Then I mentally told myself this; you are so lame if you have to answer yourself out loud. Now Fai, are you really that lonely? No! I answered myself. Shoot, I am so lame. I got up and began getting dressed to go out. It looked fairly cold out, so I wore jeans, a regular shirt, along with a sweatshirt, socks, and a pair of tennis shoes. I grabbed my wallet, and checked to make sure I had my cell phone and identification.
It was an enjoyable walk, really. I got to the store about twenty minutes to get there. I bought about two days worth. I can always get more. I told myself, but on the way back I got into some trouble.
Sensing a pattern here? Cause … I am. Maybe, I should have ordered takeout like a regular person does on a Saturday nights when the fridge is empty, or better yet maybe I should have called the store and ordered a delivery of the food to my apartment. Damn.
I was half way back when two guys stopped me. "Hey, can we interest you in a job." They were shady guys, I could tell. I've met people like them before; after all, I was raised in this neighborhood.
"No" I said, blowing past them.
"Hey now, come on," One of them started. "At least hear us out." Pleaded the other one.
"Leave me the hell alone." I replied. I said 'no' and meant it! "NOW BEAT IT!" I yelled, stomping away. One of them reached out, and grabbed my injured shoulder. I dropped everything as a sudden pain shot from my shoulder to the rest of my body. I stumbled back a bit. Apparently they got an idea from my sudden fall back. The one who had my shoulder gripped harder while the other put something over my mouth. My guess, it was chloroform. I am fairly positive. Anyway, within a few moments I was out cold. The last thought that went through my head was:
Chapter 3: What
This time when I awoke, I felt very cold. I could not see and I believe that the reason is a blind fold was a sort of custom made item, and felt very limp. The fact that I was drugged was fairly obvious. Something bound my arms together behind me. I could tell that my clothes were still on. The only good thing so far. There was something heavy around my neck. I couldn't struggle against my restraints, most likely because of the drugs. Faintly, I could hear talking. Mostly a man's voice,
"This wonderful specimen has eyes the same magnificent color as his lovely brown hair." By now I sober enough to know that there was a gag over my mouth. I felt heavy, and struggled to stay conscious. "He's a bit feisty." The voice warned teasingly, "Let's start the bid at twenty thousand." After a pause I heard other voices…
"Thirty!" someone called.
"Fifty!" another yelled.
"As promised, the merchandise is an untouched virgin, perfect for anything a customer may like. Plus he is a looker."
I felt sick.
"Sixty!" one spoke up.
"Sixty-five!" another yell. Is this a dream?
Someone removed the blind fold. At first I was blinded by the light that seemed to be pointing at me directly. The voices continued. There were lots of people. I could hear numbers and the man's voice that had awoken me in the first place talking. The numbers grew larger, until finally I heard his voice. The weirdo from before.
"1.5 billion. In cash." He said coming towards me. "Sold" yelled the other man's voice. After hearing this and seeing him everything became black.
When I awoke, there was someone leaning over me. I opened my eyes. He was the person above me. "Hello" he said to me lovingly, before stroking my cheek. I was still under the effects of the drug. I blinked, "What's going on…" I murmured, confused by his actions.
"Why don't you tell me what you can remember?" He said softly.
"I was… walking home…and then those two guys wouldn't leave me alone… so aggravated… then light, voices, and you, and… that's all… I think." I told him meekly. "Where…?" I asked, unable to finish with words.
"Your back in the room I took you to before." He answered. I began moving about a little. There was a strange heat coursing through my body softly. I felt uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" He asked, looking at me worriedly.
"Hnn… feel hot." I answered. Why was I telling him this? Usually I would be up already, and waiting to go home with a tsk tsk. What is going on?
"Damn. The drugs they gave you are still in effect." He said. My discomfort became worse.
"Hnn… mm. huh." My breathing heightened. I reached down towards the cause of my discomfort and found it blocked. I looked down at myself. I was underneath a comforter with my arms out from underneath. I moved my arms up and tried to put them under the covers, but He stopped me. He held both of my hands in his and wouldn't let them go. It was so hot. "Let go." I pleaded pulling my hands, but he wouldn't let go. I'm acting strange and I know it, but I can't do anything about it. My body was moving on its own. I wanted something. My body tried to go on without my hands, but I couldn't touch where I wanted. I tried to pull away again, again nothing.
"I want to… want to…" I tried. I sat up, and then looked down at the cause of my discomfort. Something was swelling between my legs. I struggled more wanting to relieve myself from this discomfort. I was shaking a little.
"It's okay." The man said to me. What was okay?
"My… I… hmm." I whimpered. I moved myself into a position where I could stand, then did so. He stayed sitting still and held my hands so that even while they were at the level I wanted them to be I couldn't touch myself. I was breathing more heavily now. "Eeee… hmm." I was very confused, I looked down at him. I could tell that my face showed my distress and confusion. My body trembled. He only looked at me, sorrowful. I fell to my knees on top of the covers. He still wouldn't let go. Now I felt really uncomfortable. I looked at him confused. He pulled me closer using his grip on my hands. I landed onto his lap. He put my hands on his shoulders. Left to right; right to left.
"Keep your hands here." He ordered. After a few seconds, I nodded. He slowly let go and slid his hands down my arms to my shoulders. He kept my eyes locked with his. I was panting, I wanted him to move faster, sure that if I moved my hands he'd hold them again, and cause me to go through the discomfort longer. He tenderly went past my shoulders, and down my sides, till he finally reached the swollen part of me. He slowly removed my pants but left the underwear. He kept my eyes locked with his, as he removed my underwear. He then moved my legs so that they were spread apart. He put one leg to his right then the other to the left. I looked down. He lightly moved the shirt back so that there was a clear view. I knew what it was that had been causing my discomfort.
"NO." I said removing my hands and covering it.
"Here," He said moving his hands towards there.
"NO!" I screamed, he clutched both my wrists with one hand and pulled them up and out of his way.
"Your suffering, -" he said stroking it lightly with an upward motion. A sound came from my mouth, which I cursed internally at. I wanted more. He was staring at me. I shook my head in dismay. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I couldn't pull back any farther than I had due to his grip around my wrists. At first he only pecked my lips a few times, then pressed them together a bit harder and forced his way into my mouth. The kiss was deep and passionate, I bit him in response. He pulled back out, and then repeated the action more fiercely.
While he did so he gripped the hardness between my legs. I screamed and opened my eyes wide with shock, but the sound was muffled by his kiss, he went deeper with the kiss. My mind went blank for a moment with shock. He used that time to lay me down upon the bed. He released me from the kiss to take in a gasp of air. I panted heavily, and when my breathing had slowed a bit he kissed me again, with the same deepness and passion as the first two. He began playing with his grip on my lower half. I felt shame, shame that I was feeling pleasure from this experience. I was very close to release at this point. Strength left my body as he released my arms. He released me from his kiss next. I was being blinded be the pleasure I felt. I cursed the noises coming from my mouth, as he began unbuttoning my shirt and rained kisses over my exposed chest. He went down my neck, across my chest, raining pecks of soft kisses. I breathed in and out heavily and watched him in these actions. I watched as he got to the part of me that he had held till now. He still had a grip on it and was stroking it in a very precise manor. He kissed the tip which had leaked a little from the stroking. He then took it into his mouth. My back arched in surprise. My hips and waist moved involuntarily, I released into his mouth as soon as he'd taken me in. My body dropped, relaxed. My breathing slowed, the heat left… but, it wasn't over. Not yet.
After a few minutes the heat began to return. I began to feel the discomfort again. He returned his mouth to my lower part, and took me in as deeply as he had done with his kisses. My legs moved together as a reaction to him. He gently used his hands to spread them apart and hold them separated. I could do nothing. I tried to pull him away, but my hands tangled in his hair, and when I was close to release I could only grip him closer. He began to suck. "Ahhh… na, Mphn!" I could hear as my body arched again and released a second time in his mouth. I whimpered as I relaxed. The same thing happened again. My breathing slowed, heat left, and then it returned. I let go of his hair and clutched the bedding, tossing around as he continued to suck. It was taking longer than then the first two times for me to release. When I was close my body curled instead of arched. I came again in his mouth and fell back upon the bed. Panting, "No more… no." I pleaded for him to stop. He looked at me with those same leveling eyes as before. He moved one hand up, stroked my cheek, then came up himself and kissed my neck. I don't remember very much after that except that he continued to allow me to release my distress in his mouth. When it was over I felt very heavy. My limbs refused to move and I wanted to sleep. He got up from the bed and looked at me. It was now that I realized I'd been crying the whole time. Tears still streaked down my face. He lifted me easily into his arms and took me into the bathroom. He opened the tub doors and set me down on the inside tub seating. He removed his clothes and tossed them to the ground outside of the tub. Then he shut the doors and began to turn on the water. He checked the temp, the plugged the drain. He came to me and sat down beside me. He pulled me over onto his lap and hung on to me so that I wouldn't fall off.
He cleaned me respectively, everywhere. My lower half as well as my upper half. My hair and face he washed very carefully. I couldn't do a thing about it, and constantly faded in and out of consciousness. I remember feeling something go across my arms and legs. I remember being forced to put something in my mouth that burned, and then I was forced to swallow. It burned my throat as it went down, and made my stomach feel weird. Tears ran down my cheeks, but I was so tired that I couldn't even open my eyes. I slipped into a deep sleep.
While I was asleep I dreamed. It was a fairly happy dream, about a memory. See my sister's mother and my mother are two different people. My sister's mother was French, so when my elder sister came to live with my grandmother and me, she could hardly speak any English. I was six then, she was nine. When my grandmother would go out, and the neighbor wasn't there she was in charge. She taught me French and I taught her English. It was an enjoyable dream. A dream where she and I, to avoid getting in trouble, explained how the cookies ended up on the floor, in French, to the neighbor lady. It was her idea all the way, but I being three years younger and incredibly fond of my sister who made me forget loneliness and boredom, followed her blindly. Yes I masochistic child. At least that's how I think of it whenever I imagine life with big sis.
I woke up in a soft bed lying on my left side. I opened my eyes and pushed myself up. I felt a little dizzy. I sat up completely, rubbed my eyes and yawned. I then looked around drowsily. This room was different from the one I had been in previously. Firstly the bed was a double, and I was surrounded by the covers. Secondly, the bed had a four poster bed frame, with long drapes that were pulled back. The drapes looked incredibly heavy and seemed to be made of a thick material. The walls had a very nice old like design. Light earthen tones with a dark wood furniture setting, the floors where a color that evened out the difference in tones between the furniture and walls. I stretched my arms and yawned again.
I stumbled my way out of bed and onto the floor. I used the wall to support myself. I looked down at myself. I was now wearing an over sized long sleeve buttoned shirt that was off white. As well as mini shorts that almost disappeared beneath the shirt. The shorts were fitted. I noticed a strange bracelet around my ankle; it was thick, but very light in weight. It also seemed very fashionable. Though while that was a shock. The fact that my legs had been shaved was even more so. I made my way over to a chair and sat down.
The room was bigger than the last one. It looked like my whole apartment could fit inside that room and there would still be space left over. I still a bit dizzy, but more so I was hungry and had to go to the bathroom. I would examine the room more later, I went for the closest door. It was a double door, locked. I went to the next one, unlocked, opened it, bathroom thank God. I rushed in and went straight to the toilet. I went; relaxed I bit, and went to the sink and left the bathroom. My dizziness had left. I ignored all detail in the bathroom… yep, all detail, ignored…
When I left the bathroom I shut the door, and guess who was waiting. Oh yeah villain theme comes into mind right about here.
"Hello." I heard, I felt like a kid getting caught red handed. I turned around to see him. I leaned back against the door and slide to the floor. Still staring at him. He was wearing a casual suit.
"Now don't freak out." He said showing me his hands. He was a good twelve feet away. This is a joke right? I thought.
"You're probably hungry, come on let's go get something to eat." He said, coming closer very slowly. He came over to me and offered his hand to help me up. I slowly lifted my hand and put it in his. My legs refused to support me from the memory of what had happened the last time I was a wake. He helped me over to a couch and convinced me to sit. He then moved back, when he noticed my discomfort to his closeness. He sat down in a chair farthest across from me. He smiled awkwardly at me. I stayed silent, and only looked at him. "The food should be here shortly." He continued. Then fell silent. After a few minutes the door I had gone to first opened. I jumped in surprise. He looked at me with eyes of worry. The butler guy from before came in with a serving cart. He came over to us bowed and then removed the two trays from the cart. He placed them on the table between us. He removed the tops to reveal the meal, asked if there was anything else needed of him. The man looked at me questioningly, and then answered no. The butler guy bowed again then excused himself. The man sitting before me invited me to eat. I suddenly lost my appetite. The meal was liquid based, soup and tea. "Even if you don't feel like it, please eat something." He said, sensing my resolve to not eat.
I shook my head in no. I've been drugged to many times in the previous several days.
"It's not drugged or anything, please eat." He tried.
"I want to go home." I told him, looking away.
"I… can't let you go." He said. I looked up at him, eyes wide. Why? "Do you remember what I told you the last time? I won't let you go this time." He told me, smiling like a happy child. I think my eye physically twitched in annoyance.
After the Cops and Jail
I woke up in a soft bed, surrounded by the scent of mint and lavender. My clothes felt comfortable and soft. They flowed like water around me. I felt a warm arm wrap around me. I sighed contently.
"Morning, Fai." I cursed him internally for a good two minutes.
"Cole. Did you have to go and ruin my perfectly morning." I stated.
"Sorry darling. We just moved, how's the jet-lag?" He said lovingly. I don't mind so much anymore not since that event a while ago. Though I am annoyed that he has to make it seem like I'll run away the first chance I get. That's way whenever I go out I have to were a tracking anklet, and the front door, plus windows are locked. His 'caged lover' as he calls it. Don't get me wrong- when I first got here it was all be force, but I have sort of come to accept life with this mess of a guy.
"Jet-lags fine. Can we get up, I suddenly really need to go to the bathroom." I said.
"You have the bladder of a small dog… get up after I give you a kiss." he pulled me close and nuzzled my neck before pulling my cheek over and finding my lips. He kissed once, then I made a snide comment and seeing his hurt scowl pecked him once, before slipping out of his arms and running to the bathroom. Crazy life.