The cloth was removed from my face about 20 minutes ago, but all I could see without my glasses was a blurry ball a light-- which I took to be a lamp--and a large rectangle. Maybe. I think that was the door.
Probably.
My hands were cuffed above my head and my hat wasn't on my head. I don't feel right without it.
So far, the man hasn't done anything to me except cuff my hands up and un- blindfold me.
I hate this.
The guy didn't even show me his face yet! And when he spoke, he probably had some sort of voice changing thing, because he sounded sort of digital.
Ish.
I hate this.
What in the world did I steal from him?
Am I a bargaining chip, or a hostage or something?
The guy with the clown mask walks in, holding a radio.
What's with him... does he live in the 2010s? No one uses radios anymore.
"So, I got a call from my buddy," he says. "Apparently, it's coming so I won't do anything to you."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"But that doesn't mean I can't," he adds.
I stiffen. "What's this 'it' you keep mentioning?" I ask, trying to distract him from doing anything like that.
He laughs. "Ah, that. I'm surprised you haven't figured it put yet. What's it's name now?"
I frown. "Name?"
"Cause I called it Sebastian but I hear you renamed it?"
Sebastian?
Renamed?
Then it becomes clear.
Oh. I'm stupid.
Xavier.
That's who he's talking about. But why is he an it?
The man comes closer, dropping the radio on the ground nd presses his hand against my cheek. "But still, you're not that bad-looking, aren't you?" he asks as he slips on my glasses.
No.
I grow cold and my heart races.
He inhales deeply and snuggled his nose into my neck, his mask folding up for him to do so. The man bites me, hard and I wince.
"Get your filthy face away from me," I manage to say.
His hands wander around my bare chest, and my heart beats faster.
Then I realize:
I'm scared.
The man's lips move around and then his tongue flicks out and he licks my chest.
I shiver, the cold wet feeling making my buds harden. "S-Stop..." I say weakly.
His hands go down to my hips and a finger slips down underneath the fabric of my pants.
I feel gross. This is disgusting.
Sebastian, please. Help me!
Anybody!
Please, anybody, help me!
Sil, Ali, Dad, anyone, please...help!
Xavier!
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D.O.L.L. (BoyXBoy)
RomanceRowan is the son of a noble, and he has an older brother named Sebastian. The two have been together ever since Rowan was born, and have been inseparable since. But on the day Rowan turns 18, Sebastian is murdered in his sleep. He goes into depres...
