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hey guys, glad to see you back again!
Wattpad deleted the original off my account wdw-km , so i'm re-uploading on this backup.
Hope you enjoy it as much as you did the first time, or if you're reading it for the first time.
much love, <3.
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"I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW,
Jo." Corbyn Besson's voice sounded small, hands following along his friend's chest."Record yourself when you think of me tonight, pretty." And without a reply, Corbyn turned his back and started his walk home with a smirk. He had his friend wrapped around his finger.
His steps were small and fragile, back hurting with every movement. Corbyn had denied a ride home, knowing it was only two blocks, he could walk it easily.
The music was loud in his ears, street lanterns flickering in the night. Eyes were on him constantly, and he felt their presence. Corbyn stepped up his pace, the chilling feeling raising his shoulders in an effort to stay small and protected. He took his phone out, silencing the music all the way so he could hear what surrounded him, footsteps, creaks, voices.
He shook it off as there was no sound entering his ears except the light breeze of the november wind. It was cold, but he managed in only a sweater and jeans. His breath was leaving light smoke in the air, hands clasping together as he neared the alley. The alley was the much shorter way to his house, but he didn't feel safe enough to pass through it. The dark silence gave off the eery feeling he'd rather not experience.
Even walking past was unbelievably uneventful in Corbyn's recollection, but he wouldn't remember much of that day as hands surrounded his body. His arms were clasped against his body between the stranger's, head trashing around so the sudden cloth covering his mouth would fall away. And just for a second it seemed like he was free again, running up a few meters before the pipe, he'd seen laying in the alley earlier, hit his head.
The sudden force was enough to knock him to the ground, groaning soft as he fell in and out of consciousness. All it took was one more blow before his captor could take him without resistance.
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