Silent

13. You can never have my soul.

"Come here," the man said with a cold tone after Michael exited the bathroom. He obeyed the order silently, knowing there was no use to rebel.

Earlier, he had vomited after the forced oral sex and Ricky had made him clean it. Now, there the monster sat, well-postured on the edge of the bed, watching him with those cold, dark eyes of his that lacked any empathy.

The man pointed at the corner beside the bed. "Kneel," he ordered. Michael swallowed his tears and again obeyed the order without a word.

Ricky poured a glass of water from the water can left on the table and then gave it to him. "Drink," he said and Michael brought the glass to his lips, feeling relieved as the water poured down his throat, easing the dryness and soothing the soreness that the earlier had caused.

"W-why are you doing this?" Michael asked with a quivering voice when the man took the empty glass harshly from him. The man's cold eyes watched him for a moment before an amused and gruel grin rose to his lips.

"Because I can, because it pleases me."

"M-my parents will find me..." Michael choked out through his tears. "T-they look for me..."

At this, the monster laughed. "Why should they care?" he asked. "They are happy to get rid of you," Ricky smiled and grasped Michael's chin roughly, forcing him to look at him. "Besides, I've covered your tracks well. Michael Wills has gone missing and you, my dear, are now my nephew."

"You're sick!" Michael breathed, and the man continued to grin, stroking his face with false tenderness.

"I am a man who knows what he wants and how to take it. I wanted you from the moment you entered that bar." He took a small pause, smirking at him. "It's a shame about your grandmother, isn't it?" Michael tensed at his words and the look in the monster's eyes. "She wouldn't have allowed you with me."

Michael didn't want to believe the thought that entered his mind. He shook his head in despair. "No, no..." tears clouded his vision. "I-it was you?" he choked out, but the monster didn't speak, just eyed him smugly. "You killed her?!" He cried out in despair and sudden rage took over that made him blindly attack the man who easily overpowered him.

The monster forced him back down on his knees in front of him and Michael cried, inconsolable and hopeless. He didn't want to be the reason that his grandmother was dead, the one that had lured the devil to destroy them both. The grief was mixed with fear and hate, and he realized he needed that hate more than anything else. He needed it to give him the fire to survive this hell.

Silent tears ran down his face as he forced himself to meet with those cold eyes of the monster who now stood in front of him. "I hate you!" The words left without a thought, his only weapon, though useless against the demon who had captured him.

The monster observed him wordlessly for a small moment before he spoke. "You belong to me now, I own you and it will be easier the faster you accept it," he said, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk before he continued. "I know lots of people from important places, officers and judges... All willing to help me when needed."

Ricky kneeled in front of him and moved his hand on his neck. Michael shuddered inwardly at the unwelcome touch of Ricky's fingers on his skin, swallowing bitterly at how helpless he was to stop him.

"How you act and how you learn to obey my rule, will affect how fast you'll get out of this room. The rules are simple; always do as I say, no questions. When I'm pleased you'll be rewarded, when I am displeased, when you rebel, you'll get punished. I'll decide when you are ready to leave this room and what you can do to make it happen faster, is to do your best to please me." Ricky continued to caress his face and with a tenderness that seemed so out of place to the monster that he was, he collected the tears from his face with his thumb and smiled.