collar - why don't we

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ONCE CORBYN WOKE,

it was with a pounding headache, the feeling of nausea traveling through his body. The brunet wiggled his arms, trying to come free from the tie-wraps which situated itself around his wrists. He whined softly, the noise completely unnoticed and muffled by the gag between his teeth.

His body was gently swaying with every foot they traveled, the back of the van now clear to Corbyn's eyes as his pupils had dilated. The brunet looked around slowly, not being able to stand because of the restraints around his legs.

The actual reality of being taken had not yet settled in Corbyn's brain, his thoughts fairly slow and calm. He wasn't shaken up, nor crying, he was more frozen, wondering what the fuck was happening.

Corbyn didn't acknowledge how much time passed, the van stopping its movements and the doors slowly opening. The silhouette of a man came to his view, his eyes closing from the sudden moonlight shining past him.

"Hi, puppy." His captor spoke sweetly, feet lifting himself up into the van and towards the boy. Corbyn could see the male's build, he was strong, but still lean. The blond hair caught Corbyn's eye, it was flowing with the night's breeze, a shiver crawling up his spine as the man crouched before him.

Daniel Seavey pouted, gripping Corbyn's chin gently and moving his head to the side. "I hit you a little too hard, huh, puppy? You seem out of it, you're too calm." He moved his fingers over the bloody spot in the back of his head, making the younger flinch at the touch. "Sorry, hun," He mumbled softly, only now noticing the shaking hands.

Corbyn's thoughts turned rapid. There was a stranger in front of him, touching him. He was in a location still unknown, the nickname he had gotten making the fright only appear more frequently.

"I'm gonna untie your legs, puppy. Don't kick, please, it will only make your stay worse." Daniel kept his eyes on the brunet awaiting his reply, but Corbyn only stared back, eyes wide. "Do you understand, puppy?" The brunet gave a hesitant nod, the rope being untied and his legs being freed.

Daniel took Corbyn's tied hands into his, pulling the younger boy up, but the seventeen year old quickly lost his balance, crying out as he landed into Daniel's chest. The older had pulled him close to his body immediately, shushing him softly, although the gag had done plenty and Daniel had only heard the cry faintly.

The blond locked Corbyn's legs around his waist, one hand on his back as one of his arms situated itself under Corbyn's butt to hold him steady.

Corbyn's tears started traveling freely, his cries starting to become louder as Daniel carried him out of the van. The neighborhood wasn't abandoned, but it seemed so, the silence captivating his ears. He wanted to scream, someone would hear him, but Corbyn was too frightened of Daniel's reaction. The blond held him close and he knew Daniel was capable of murder.

The twenty-three year old discreetly carried the teenager to his home, the door being locked behind him. "It's okay, puppy." He whispered in his ear, a soft kiss accompanying the words as he shushed him.

He traveled to the sofa, setting his keys on the coffee table and sitting down with Corbyn in his lap. "Shh, it's okay, puppy. We're home now." He rubbed his hand down the younger's back, pulling up his shirt to feel the soft skin on his fingertips. Corbyn immediately froze at the feeling, his cries becoming silent as he stiffened.

"Wasn't that hard, now, was it?" He moved the brunet to look at him and Corbyn tried to avoid those cold eyes, but he was forced to open them. "I'm going to untie the gag now, you won't scream will you?" The brunet shook his head in reply, fingers bawled up into fists as he tried to break the restraints from around his wrists.

Daniel untied the cloth from behind Corbyn's head, placing it down before taking the bawled up, second cloth from in between the boy's teeth. The teenager gagged as it was removed, immediately hovering over to the side in case he needed to throw up.

Corbyn kept his eyes on the white, fake-leather sofa as he regained his breath. He swallowed carefully before Daniel retracted his head. "Tell me your name, puppy." He was silent for a little while, until the adult's stare hardened. "Corbyn. I- it's Corbyn." The younger stuttered, seeing the corner's of his captor's lips curl. "That's beautiful, pup." Daniel said softly, leaning up to peck Corbyn's chapped lips.

The younger didn't respond to the action, eyebrows furrowing as Daniel leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. He was silent as he looked around the house, not daring to disturb his captor's peace.

The kitchen looked modern, a table for six situated only a few feet away. The hallway looked cramped, but homey, pictures of different people Corbyn didn't know on the walls. They didn't have anything in common apart from the collars around their necks. They were each a different color, but the design was fairly simple. The expressions on their faces differed, some smiled and looked happy, while others had tears falling down their cheeks and their faces reflected fear. Corbyn couldn't help, but think the same destiny awaited him, letting his eyes drop to the shoe-rack under the pictures. The shoes weren't anything Corbyn hadn't seen, simple nike's and dress shoes for special occasions.

He couldn't see what was behind him, but he could imagine it was a television and, maybe, a few game consoles. His captor was human after all and he looked fairly young, probably in his early twenties.

"What's your name?" Corbyn built up the courage to ask, he could use it to his advantage. "Daniel." The older answered, his eyes still closed. "Why did you bring me here, Dani?" Corbyn continued, seeing the blond's eyes flutter open to stare at him gently. "Because this is your home, puppy. I needed to bring you home." He leaned up, chest against his prize's and, with an almost feathery touch, he let his fingertips graze his arms.

"I had a home, i was treated well. Why did you bring me to our home?" Corbyn used his words carefully, trying to build a bond and get Daniel to trust him. He had learned from the many classes and true crime documentaires that most victims who were set free had a bond with their captor.

"I missed you, watching you just wasn't enough anymore, i needed to bring you home." A shiver ran up his spine, but Corbyn only smiled gently, not showing his built up fright. "Am i allowed to go to my parents' home ever again? I'll miss them." Daniel's fingers hugged his chin, leaning him down gently as he frowned. "I'll make up for it, puppy. I promise. You will have fun here, i'll treat you good." The blond nodded to himself, he wouldn't make the same mistakes, not again.

Corbyn didn't exchange any more words, his eyes falling down on his fingers. "Want me to take them off for you?" The mumble was almost unnoticed, but Corbyn nodded at the said words, lifting his hands from his lap to Daniel's.

"He needs a bath." Daniel whispered to himself, staring at the abrasions which scattered Corbyn's forehead, chin and cheek, along with the indents from the tie-wraps which were around his wrists.

"Thank you." The brunet mumbled, fingers gently rubbing at his wrists to get rid of the burning feeling, but the movements only made them worse. "I want you to get up and walk with me, puppy." Corbyn nodded, rising from his seat, formerly on Daniel's lap.

He needed to stay calm. Stay calm, do as told and find a way out.

The younger's eyes followed along the house, feeling Daniel's hand tug on his demandingly. "Walk faster." Corbyn listened, hurrying to keep up with the twenty-three year old's pace.