Fated to be yours

Chapter 57

Hey guys!

Yes, I am still here and I hope you guys are still here too, to read this story.
I apologize for disappearing like that and leave the story hanging but it just that...life happened. So yup, I wasn't able to update the story.
But here it is now and I hope you like it.

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Gulf has been conscious for some time now but he wishes he hasn't been because when he is knocked off at least he doesn't feel the pain. But the drug administered to him had worn off taking the numbness away and it's impossible to sleep this nightmare away with an aching, bound body. As he is trying to focus on his breathing, he turns rigid when he hears footsteps approaching. This could only mean one thing - Another round of torture.

But his ears perk up when along the sound of footsteps, another sound joins. Barking.

A dog? here?

Ah, yes. He remembers now. His captor has a dog. The guy had been quite generous in talking about himself because, "You should know about the person who loves you." And Gulf listened to every word, every information as much as he could with a fuzzy mind and broken ribs, filing away to give the information to the police when he succeeds to escape from this hellhole. So far he knows:

Name - J
Figure - Tall, ugly with a stinky breath, dark hair, brown eyes. Seems to be mid-thirties.
Occupation - A vet.
Hobby - Was to stalk him, now updated to torturing him when he refuses to do as asked.
Others - Owns a dog. A self acclaimed animal lover and hates animal abuse.

As unbelievable as it sounds, the guy claims to be a gentle soul, who loves to heal animals. "It breaks my heart to see them in pain" J had provided carving a new gash onto his back when he had refused to suck him off. "I would rather bite my tongue and bleed to death!" he had spat, disgusted. It had earned him a blow in the jaw before the tally mark on his back.

Back to the present, he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep so that there is a chance that the kidnapper would go back to wherever he was. His breathing picks up in panic when the keys jingle in the door, the barking of the dog getting louder, closer.

"Please, No. Go away. Go away" he prays desperately but recoils startled when suddenly he feels something wet on his face. A tongue. There's no mocking laugh or jibe. Its....weird. The tongue is rough on his skin, intermittent with frantic huffs, accompanied by barks. But this time it's softer, little yeps, not the loud, scary ones he heard earlier outside the door...like Chopper's.

Wait, Chopper?

His eyes open to see Chopper's cute little face looming over him, the dog yapping in delight when he sees his eyes open. It was a dream. Oh, Thank God! Taking a shuddering breath, he rises from his bed and pulls Chopper in a comforting hug, squeezing him to his chest, "Thank you, thank you...for waking me up. Did you sense that it was an unpleasant dream? You are such a life saver, Chopper, thank you."

Yesterday, when he had gone to visit his in-laws to tell them all about the weekend trip, he had brought Chopper along for some days. Today, returning after work and getting freshened up, he had decided to cuddle with Chopper and watch some Tv to kill time until dinner but seems like his body has decided to take a nap instead. A glance at his phone tells him he had only been asleep for thirty minutes, and it's time for dinner. He isn't in a mood to eat though.

But he will have to eat, he pouts. After all, he has promised Mew he will never skip meals no matter what.

His somber mood only worsens when he remembers he will be eating alone. Mew is not home, will not be, for at least two more days. He has gone to the States, not for work this time though. Apparently, a very close and good business colleague is very ill, and Mew is visiting him.