Kidnapped Love (Style South park)

This is Love

"Ah, I did say I would bring you food darling. Here you go!" Stan handed Kyle a plate with a peanut butter sandwich laying flatly on it, "I'm.... Not hungry..." Kyle responded emotionlessly.

"What's wrong Ky? You don't like peanut butter sandwiches?-" Stan asked but quickly got cut off by an angry Kyle, "NO I DON'T LIKE BEING KIDNAPPED! YOU PSYCHO LET ME FUCKING GO!" He screamed in anger, hurt, love? Who knows.. His pleas were meaningless to Stan.

"DON'T YELL AT ME!" Stan yelled psychotically as he grabbed Kyle's plate and sandwich and pulled it back in anger, "If you want to behave this badly, let's see how you like starving. Bitch."
Stan's words frightened Kyle, he'd never seen Stan this angry or hurt, he's usually a happy and chill person. This is not Stan... 

3 days passed since kidnapping

Kyle hears Stan's footsteps again. At this point Stan's footsteps give him hope, he wants to see Stan, in the off chance of a change of heart, maybe he'll let him out of this hell. or maybe he'll finally give him food, Stan sure is keeping his promise of attempting to starve Kyle in the last few days.

"Have you learnt your lesson?" Stan mumbled quietly, inching closer towards Kyle. Kyle looked down in shame,
"yes." He lifted his head slightly, still not meeting Stan's eyes, he couldn't bare the sight of those beautiful blue orbs he possessed.

"Good, no food though. I like seeing you all weak like this. Not letting you die though, got it?" Stan's cold words ate at Kyle's stomach, he felt the hunger taking over his brain already. Kyle had always eaten quite a lot for his age, his mother forcing generous amounts of filling jewish dishes down his throat almost every second. It was strange going so long without food for him.

"Kyle." Stan's voice interrupted Kyle's thoughts of food, he realised at that moment that he really didn't want to speak at all. No matter how much energy he put into forming a sentence in his brain his mouth stayed shut, maybe if he was quiet enough stan would love him- or... let him go.

"KYLE ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME!" Stan yelled angrily, obviously being quiet isn't a good idea, still he couldn't speak, whether it was out of fear or hopelessness he couldn't find the words. He slowly moved his head up staring Stan right in the eyes, he swore for a moment he saw pity, regret, something other than evil in Stan's heavenly irises.

"You obviously aren't realising how much you love me." Stan mumbled, much calmer than his previous rant. Kyle had no idea what that even meant, does Stan hate or love Kyle.
"You know I love you Kyle. I've always loved you." Stan said sternly. Of course he loved Kyle, why else would he keep him here.
"I know you love me. you've always.." Kyle choked up a bit, tears forming in his eyes before continuing, "you've always loved me..."

"That's right, you understand. I don't want you to die, I only want the best for you Kyle." Stan smiled, Kyle knew it was fake but he tried to convince himself it wasn't. It was genuine.

6 days passed since kidnapping

Kyle was hungry, all he could think about was the warm hug of his mother and the warm welcoming smell of his mothers famous Matzah ball soup. The cold floor he sat upon was chilling and depressing, there was red marks around his ankle where the chains sat, securing him from an escape.
The boredom was eating away at his brain, his skin marked up from picking and scarring.

"Kyleee" a sing-songy voice entered the room grabbing Kyle's attention instantly, he suddenly recalled Stan's promise he made about not letting him die. "I have your food darling, I hope you know I'm only starving you to make it harder for you to leave me!" Stan reasoned, Kyle knew deep inside that the reasoning was completely and utterly ridiculous but he couldn't help but agree and understand. He'd been here for almost a week.

He dropped his thoughts of time conception when he saw the sandwich Stan had brought him, peanut butter, just like before. He eyed it hungrily, looking up at Stan for permission before getting a nod and grabbing the sandwich. He devoured it quite fast, savouring wasn't an option when you feel as if you're on the verge of starving to death.

Stan knelt down to Kyle's level, he smiled and wiped a bit of peanut butter off the corner of Kyle's mouth. Kyle knew this was some sort of tactic, but he was too tired to think critically. He gave in and stared emptily into Stan's eyes. Stan slowly leaned in to kiss Kyle, Kyle let him, there was a taste to this kiss.. It was bitter, sour, was this what kisses are meant to feel like? Kyle didn't know, he hadn't kissed anyone in so long.

Stan stood back admiring Kyle, his art, his work, he did this. He didn't feel bad at all, he felt he should feel some sort of remorse but it never came. no regret. He found himself often thinking of doing horrible things to Kyle on a daily basis, it started when they entered highschool. At first he hid the thoughts, deep in the back of his mind, then they got so uncontrollable he eventually had to let them take over his brain. It felt so incredibly good having Kyle all to himself now, in his hands, his control. He always did like the word control.

Stan watched Kyle's empty eyes, his eye bags showed a clear lack of sleep deprivation, Stan liked it. He loved it, he loved seeing Kyle this way, helpless, weak... He wanted more though, he wanted more pain, more begging.. blood. He walked closer to kyle again, kneeling down to his level. He pulled Kyle into another kiss, this time a lot rougher than the previous one. He deepened the kiss and bit down harshly on Kyle's lip, he felt Kyle flinch a bit and attempt to pull away but Stan only let go when he tasted blood, which didn't take long.

As Stan pulled away he licked his lips of drops of Kyle's blood, he looked down at Kyle staring at his now bleeding lip.
"This is love Kyle." Stan whispered loudly, Kyle stared up at Stan, his eyes distanced and tear stained. He almost looked dead, he broke his stillness with a stiff nod. Stan liked the silence, it's amazing how easy it was to convince Kyle he had some sort of say in this relationship.

Kyle told himself he hated stan, one last time. Hearing Stan say this was love changed a lot in his mind, was this love? It must be. Kyle felt tired, he brought his hand up to his lip to feel the puncture made by Stan's sharp harmful teeth, it was as if he was some sort of vampire. Kyle brung his hand down from his lip to look, one drop of dark red blood sitting upon his finger. A perfect bubble. He would never be as perfect as that drop of blood. But, he knew now that the drop of blood... it meant love... it means he loves me, he told himself. How disgusting.