Naughty boy

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**TW: there is an explicit SA/Rape scene in this chapter, I will put a warning before it happens and when it ends. If you aren't sure you can handle it, DON'T READ! This can be very triggering!!!***


I attempt to get up, but my arms give out on me. Robin and I locked eyes as I began to feel the gravity of the situation.

"Well, I see you've finally noticed your friend in the corner!" The man giggles at the end of his sentence as he gets closer to Robin.

"Say, do you think Robin was a good boy? Should I untie him?" My throat was so dry and in pain that all I could do was nod. Even that made my hand spin.

"How about this, if you tell me your name, I'll untie Robin AND take off the tape!" I slowly nod at him again. Should I say my real name? It's the only thing I have over this man. Finally I mustered up the strength.

(Honestly, I can remember what name he said)

"Taylor Moore." He immediately tenses up.

"Why did you lie to me, FINNEY!" A bundle of newspapers was thrown at me, though my eyes still burned, I forced myself to focus enough to see the front page. It's a picture of me, with my name right under me. The newline reading 'POLICE SCRAMBLE FOR EVIDENCE WITH ANOTHER BOY MISSING!' He slowly stalked towards me as he clenched his fists. I don't even see the first kick coming. It wasn't until the third that I even reacted, pulling myself into a ball. Tears stream down my face as I beg him to stop. After what seems like hours, he stops.

"Here is your first lesson Finney, only naughty boys lie. This is your first warning. Next time I won't be so nice." I can't even respond to him, everything is shooting with pain. I hear the man let out a big sigh. As he gets down to my level. He brushes my hair out of my face again, lifting my head so I look at him.

"I'm sorry Finney, I just...I hate it when people lie. I didn't mean to hurt you, I just got angry. Okay, new deal, if you say you are sorry and..." His voice trails off, as though he was at a loss for words.

"And! That you will obey me, I will still untie him." I wipe the tears off my face and nod my head again. I feel like a damn bobble head tonight.

"I'm...I'm sorry.. I'll obey you." I practically whispered the words, but it was good enough for him.

"Okay! That's more like it. See, Robin was a veryyy naughty boy. I told him I'd get his lover boy if he kept being naughty. After last nights escape attempt, I kept my promise, didn't I?" He boops Robin's nose and pulls out a pocket knife.

"If you try to fight me before I leave the room, I swear to god, this knife goes straight in his throat." The man points to me. Robin acknowledges the man with a slight nod. First he rips off the duct tape over his mouth, a small yelp escapes Robin's mouth. He roughly grabs Robin's wrists, causing him to wince in pain. Slowly, he cuts the rope on Robin's wrists. As soon as he is free, Robin races across the room and gets in front of me. Keeping himself between the man and I.

"I'll leave you two love birds to it. Eat your food, don't eat your food, I don't care. It hasn't done anything to Robin so far, right lover boy?" With that, the man leaves the room, slamming the door behind him and locking it with a click.

We are both silent for a couple seconds until Robin breaks the silence.

"I'm so sorry Finney." The sadness in his voice is clear.

"This isn't your fault, you don't need to apologize." As he turns to look at me I give him a reassuring smile. I watch as his tears fall down his cheeks. I would ask what's wrong, but I already know.

"It is though." He says with a low tone.

"What do you mean?" I tilt my head to the side.

"He...he asked me if I had any friends. At first I'd lie, say I had no one. That's when he started to beat me. Over and over he'd ask me. Apparently he somehow already knew you were my friend. All he wanted was for me to admit it. I swear I tried not to say anything, I swear finney. He just kept beating me over and over until..." his voice trails out in the end. Though it took me a couple seconds to process, I didn't blame Robin.

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