In Another Life (Forbidden Love Story)

Chapter Two - The Power Outage

Joe stood up and gasped, screaming a little bit. "Wh-What happened to the lights?!" he exclaimed.
"It's okay, Joe!" Obama exclaimed. "It's just a little power outage.."
Joe calmed down a tiny bit, hugging Obama close. He realized what he was doing and backed up. "S-sorry... the dark gets me all jumpy...h-haha..."
Obama smiled warmly, as if he liked it. "It's perfectly fine with me, Joe. Should we move this downstairs?"
"U-uh, sure..." Joe said. Obama held his hand like a gentleman and led him down the stairs.
"Obama what's going on?!" shouted multiple voices from the crowd. The only lights that helped them all see were the candles and fireplaces. Obama stood atop a small stage with Joe cowering beside him.
"Everyone please calm down! This is just a power outage and it will end shortly. In the meantime, please keep enjoying your time here."
"Oh hell no," said one of the secretaries. "I'm out. I'm not partying in the dark."
"It's not my say in whether you stay here, Martha. Leave if you must."
Martha, apparently, went to walk out the door, but before she could reach the doorknob, there was an invisible string that she had just run into, and it was now lodged in between her throat. She tried to scream but couldn't, and all that came out were spurts of blood until she finally collapsed, a pool of dark red liquid circling around her head as her skull cracked against the marble floor.
Everyone began screaming and panicking. Who had put the string there? Even Joe noticed Donald looking terrified in the corner of the room.
"E-everyone please calm down!" Obama shouted, looking disturbed. But his loud lion-like shout shut everyone up.
"What just happened?!" a voice exclaimed from the crowd.
"I'm not sure, but I think someone planted that there to keep someone from leaving..." Obama said. "Nobody go through the front door, it is booby-trapped. Instead, let's all try to exit through the back, okay?"
There were suspicious murmurs through the crowd as they all followed Obama to the back door. Joe clutched onto his arm, sweating profusely. "O-Obama I-I'm scared..."
"You will be finest," promised Obama. "I won't let anything happen to you."
Joe nodded anxiously and kept following Obama. They finally made it to the back door which was a huge glass door with red carpet in front of it.
"Alright everyone, let's go..." Obama said, opening the door. They lined up to walk through the door, but as soon as someone stepped on the red carpet, a loud bullet shot through five people's heads and they all fell to floor, fidgeting around due to the trauma with huge bleeding holes in their foreheads.
Everyone screamed and backed away from the bodies. Obama immediately slammed the door shut.
"Who's doing this?!" someone exclaimed.
"Everyone upstairs!" Obama exclaimed. The small crowed moved upstairs and into Obama's study room. Obama lit a few candles before telling everyone he was going to go into his room to try and call 9-1-1. "Nobody leave this room, got it? I'm locking it from the outside just in case and I'll be back shortly."
Obama then shut and locked the door, leaving everyone in there. Joe got an idea. He grabbed a Bobby pin from his hair and picked the lock when nobody was looking. He slowly creeped out of the room and tip-toed over to Obama's bedroom.
"O-Obama?" Joe asked, peering into his room. But Obama wasn't calling the police, he was polishing a kitchen knife. Joe gasped. "I-It's you?!"
Obama swiveled around. He couldn't think of a quick enough excuse. "Joe..."
Joe's eyes widened and he went to sprint into the other room but Obama lunged forward and grabbed Joe's wrist and pulled him back into the room, slamming the door and locking it before putting it on top of a dresser where Joe couldn't reach. Joe breathed heavily as he wobbled into a chair. Obama walked over to Joe and slammed his hands on the top of the chair, cornering Joe. He leaned over Joe incredibly closely, his face no more than a centimeter from Joe's.
"You listen to me." Obama began. "You tell nobody of this and I let you survive and go free. If you tell anyone, I will kill them and hold you captive forever. Do you understand me?"
Joe blushed a tiny bit. He was never this close to Obama's face and, to be fair, Biden did love it when he was threatened or degraded. "People will find out anyway," Joe told Obama.
"Not if I keep you."
Joe blushed. Heavily this time. Obama saw the blush on Joe's face and smirked. "Oh, you like this do you?" Obama said teasingly. He stood up straight and walked over to a tiny oak nightstand that was next to his king-sized bed, opened it, and pulled out a rope. Obama glanced over to Joe's small frame, which was blushing and sweating in excitement. What was going to happen? Joe's mind was racing as his own grip on the chair grew tighter than ever.
Obama made his way back to the chair Joe was sitting in. "Then you won't mind if I do this..." Obama began. He tied Joe to the chair extremely tightly. Joe's chest heaved with every knot tied. 
Obama finished tying Joe to the chair. His face was extremely to Joe's. "You'll be mine forever Joey..." Obama said.
"I'm going to check on those pathetic losers in the next room...don't you go anywhere."
Obama walked out of the room after unlocking it, then locking it again from the outside. Joe grew excited with each minute that passed.
*In the other room*
The power had gone out and it grew even darker now. The wind blew all the candles out and everyone was panicking. This gave Obama the perfect chance to slip in and out with a few stabs and deaths of some people. After there was blood shed and people face down on the floor, Obama quickly scurried out and pretended to walk in.
"What's going on in here?" Obama asked, re-lighting the candles. The group now consisted of five people. Donald, Obama, two secretaries, and Joe. They all shrieked at the dead bodies.
"Where's Joe?!" Donald exclaimed.
"He must've slipped out while you were all pathetically screaming!" Obama said, shaking his head. "Look, I've called the police. Just hang tight, okay?"
With that Obama left the room again, locking it shut and walking over to his bedroom where he was keeping Joe. Before he opened the door, Obama thought to himself.
Joe is about to have the night of his life.