Always Chasing Stars

-16-

Hi all!!! I'm sorry it's been so long but I really needed a break. I hope y'all aren't mad or haven't lost interest in my book. I just needed time to get motivation again. Also, idk if it'll save or if I'll remember, but in 15 Roman was supposed to say February 14th. Not 15th. I was rereading it and saw that and was like.......dang, okay. So anyways, enjoy this chapter.

TW: nudity, fetishization, sexual stuff without their consent, almost rape

Patton's POV

I awoke in a very large and comfy bed. The room was a baby blue and had pink curtains hung at the window. The sheets beneath me were made of fabrics that I couldn't ever name.

I sat up and stepped out of the bed.

Where am I?

I looked around the room, absorbing extra details. A couple of minutes passed before I noticed something quite exciting. I tip-toed over to a dresser near the window and picked up a small music box. I delightedly turned the key and set it on the dresser where it would open to play its music.

I watched as the lid raised up and the plastic ballerina began to spin. Inside the music box was a bed and a dresser. I got a sudden wave of vertigo as I realized how similar is was to the bedroom I was in. Not similar.

Exactly the same.

The ballerina was a miniature me, spinning lightly to the music. Except, it was wearing a little blue tou-tou over its plastic version of my outfit. But I wasn't wearing a tou-tou. Eventually, it stopped spinning and the lid closed.

I turned around, wondering what i was doing here. Where was I before this? I pondered the question, racking my brain for anything that would give me a hint. Nothing!

I realized that there was a door, or more so that I remembered there was one there. I walked towards it and slowly opened the knob.

It opened into a long hallway where, at the end, there was a dark blue door. I walked by all the open doors of the hallway and peered through each one. In every room, there was something nice I remembered. From Thomas's bright, 5-year-old shenanigans, to his early years of teenage bliss. I ignored the room with Thomas in a completely black outfit: his emo phase.

But as I got closer to the blue door at the end, I began to hear stifled groans. I quickened my pace until I was running.

When I reached it, I flung it open to reveal a truly haunting sight.

Logan was strapped to a metal table, completely naked except for his glasses, which didn't change much of his nakedness. I looked away, heat rising into my cheeks. I slowly worked my wait towards the table, avoiding Logans privates out of respect for his decensey.

I reached him and made eye contact. He looked so sad. I reached for the straps around his wrists, telling him everything would be okay. I fumbled with his left, quickly undid his right, skip down to his ankles, doing my absolute DARNDEST to avoid looking up at his naked body. It wasn't something we were ready for yet. I could barely get past seeing him without a shirt on before I became too uncomfortable. This was a little too much too quickly.

I finally unstrapped him and looked around for some clothes for him. But he stopped me and gave me a hug. I wondered the entire time why he wasn't saying anything, but looked at his mouth to see he had been gagged.

Dang it, why didn't I see that before?

I undid that too and then he finally spoke.