What happens when a young man finds himself in a place a little out of his solar system, but closer to danger then he could ever imagine?
Small number of parts, long chapters!
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Milo's eyes widened in panic as he struggled in the chair, the two guards removing their grips on his shoulders and joining the others as they stepped forward.
"Hey I agreed! what more do you want?!", he questioned, beginning to feel intimidated.
"I'd just like to show you what will happen to Bonnie if you talk"
Everything after that moment was a blur.
All he could remember was the feeling of boots, fists and elbows meeting his body in a painful handshakes, leaving behind bloody scrapes and bruises.
He remembered feeling his skin well up and bleed.
The next thing he knew, he was in his room.
However, he wasn't alone.
He was with Bonnie.
His wish to be with her again seemed to have been granted, but there was a catch.
He laid bloody and beaten in her arms as she shook him back into consciousness.
Even through his swollen eyes, he could see her beauty.
"Milo?!", she called out, worried etched across her face.
Milo turned away from her.
"I'm okay"
He sat up with a wince as she chased his movement, not wanting him to feel any more pain.
It hurt her to see him like this.
She felt anger bubble in the pit of her stomach.
'Who did this to him?', she wondered.
"What happened?", she asked, voicing her thoughts.
He shook his head.
"Don't worry"
He wished he could've thought of something more convincing.
But he couldn't.
He didn't want to lie to her.
Bonnie frowned.
She couldn't help but worry.
Her heart ached to see his once graceful movements staggered by pain.
He stood up and limped towards his bathroom.
Bonnie jumped up with him, placing one hand around his slim waist another on his forearm.
When they got to the bathroom Milo kept his head down.
