The Hero Killings

13

As Carter raced towards the woods a third gunshot rang out, he was expecting a noise from Asher if he had been hit but he was unsure if he would make any. As he continued to race towards where he hoped Asher had ran he heard nothing. He didn't know where Asher had gone.

He didn't know if yelling would be a good or bad idea.

In the silence Carter heard footsteps, he turned quickly and saw Max. "Gunshots?"

"Someones here and Asher is missing."

"Ashers missing?" Max asked.

"I told him to run, so I could you know catch him and fuck him. Its one of my kinks, anyway uh I told him to run and then when he got ot the woods thats when the first gunshot went off." Carter replied, Max smirked at the idea of Carter being dominate despite the relationship change. "I just I need to find him."

"We will dont worry, we will find him." Max promised. Carter smiled thankful for Max, he took a deep breath and they both headed into the woods.

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Asher hung upside down, he was attempting to get his ankle free from the rope, it was much like a deer trap. As he made his attemps his body turned slowly like a roasting pig. His long hair had come loose from its ponytail and was covering his eyes, he looked through the strands of hair and quickly let go of his ankle, his body becoming more straight. Three men with guns were headed his way, the gunshots he had heard had to be from them. "That isn't a deer." The one man said.

"May not be a deer but it isn't a bad specimine."

The younger of the three was silent, he looked to be about a year or two older then Asher. He stepped forward grabbing the collar around Ashers neck and pulled his face upwards towards his, he let him go after he looked it over. "You someones pet?" The man finally asked, Asher's cheeks grew red.

"You could call it that."

The man laughed. "Is it on purpose?" Asher went silent and the mans smile dropped, "is it?"

"Yeah," Asher replied after a moment, the man knelt down their face inches from one another. He looked up seeing Asher's bare stomach his shirt having fallen. He looked over the wounds, both bruises, and hickies littered his body alongside the scar.

"Alex, he hurting you?"

"No, well she did, but she is dead now. Her brother, hes my fiance." Asher replied.

"Are you safe?"

"Yes."

"I doubt that," the man replied looking at the scars, he noticed clear bruises in the shape of handprints on his sides. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I am." Asher replied as the man cut him loose, Asher fell quicker then anticipated and his wrist cracked as it hit the ground. He let out a whimpered cry.

"Shit sorry, come with us to our camp, we can heal it up and then send you on your way."

"You can just let me go I will be fine." Asher replied. "You dont want to be around when my fiance gets here if he thinks you hurt me."

The man listened to him speak and stopped for a moment. His father and brother had already started walking towards camp, "Come on, lets go."

"No."

"You need to get it wrapped."

"It isn't to bad compared to what has happened to me." Asher replied. "Let me go."

The man held his good wrist tightly, he wasnt giving Asher a chance to get away, Asher tried to pull away but was stopped and dragged along towards the camp. "Lets just wrap it then you can go if you want."