Trapped

Chapter 20

I really wish they had used Charles as an actual character instead of another villain. I think he was a character wasted. All the development we could have seen between him and Alice and FP just thrown out the window. Anyways, at least we can all enjoy him here and now.

Kurtz always enjoyed mornings. Slowly being pulled away from the world of dreams and just waking up, soft covers under you and the warmth of someone's body right next to you. He'd missed that warmth, he thought. But it was a sacrifice he had to make in order to discipline his little gift. Still, today he would have to leave for the rest of the week and he kind of did want to enjoy it.

He sighed jumping off the bed and getting the keys from the kitchen table. He threw his coat over him and unlocked the door. He dragged his feet through the piles of snow. He should put some salt on the road later to make sure he would be able to drive to the city. He placed the key through the lock of the basement door and turned.

He made sure to pull the door slowly so as to not wake Jughead up. He always enjoyed watching him sleep. And then he would caress his cheek and run a hand through his hair and watch as the boy stirred away. His eyes would show confusion, then surprise and then terror. It was always such a delight.

He walked with soft steps, making as little noise as possible. When he got downstairs he contemplated turning the light on but decided against it. It would force him awake too soon and too clumsily and Kurtz didn't want that. He waited until his eyes got used to the dark and then lurked forward. His steps were light but big. In the dark he almost looked like a monster in a horror movie attacking a naïve and unaware teenager that made the mistake of walking into his life.

He knelt down and tiled his head. Jughead was a small cocoon of blankets. He was breathing softly but his face had a pained expression. A nightmare then, he thought. Jughead looked so good when he was all scared and helpless, all depended on Kurtz to keep him safe. He inspected his face closely. He reached a finger towards it and watched as Jughead moved away, goosebumps ran all over his body.

Kurtz smiled and repeated the action. Whatever was happening in the dream must have been intensified because Jughead started whimpering and thrusting around a bit. Kurtz then placed a hand on the top of his head. A tear rolled down on Jughead's face. That was when Kurtz yanked his hair forward and Jughead yelped awake.

"K-Kurtz?"

The boy used his thumb to wipe the tear off of his face and the licked it. He then offered Jughead a cheerful smile, even though he knew that he couldn't see him yet in the pitch black, and kissed his forehead.

"Hello my love" he said happily unclutching his hand from Jughead's hair and cupping his cheek. "Is it morning?" he asked trying so hard not to withdraw from the touch.

"Barely dawn" he said. Jughead frowned. That...was a bit too early for Kurtz. As if reading his thoughts the boy replied:

"I thought it'd be nice to cuddle a bit before we started our day. Don't you want that?"

Jughead was more exited by the bed prospect than the creepy-perverted-psychopath Kurtz prospect but he nodded almost desperately. Kurtz smiled more and kissed him. Jughead gulped but he forced himself to kiss back. He had to be good, he had to be obedient. Only then would he make it out in one piece.

Kurtz got up and Jughead wrapped his blankets around him. He knew it'd be freezing out there, considering it was like a freezer in here and especially if it was as early as Kurtz had said. He sat up too, he pressed his heels on his eyes feeling a bit dizzy from getting up that quickly, and followed him up the stairs. As soon as Kurtz pushed the door open, the cold, fresh air hit him. The thick, drenched smell of the basement quickly evaporated from his nostrils. He had to resist the urge to just jump over Kurtz and ran out and fall on the snow. He wanted to just burry himself under it and smell the wet ground. But as soon as he took the firs step out he was almost immediately blinded by the light.