Chapter 1

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*Warning for offensive/derogatory language*

I shouted as a large man roughly shoved me into a room that was divided in half by a large silver cage wall.

"Let me go you homophobic prick!" I yell but it turns into a gasp of pain when the man grabs me by my hair and pulls my head back. While I'm distracted he unlocks the door and pushes me through.

I crash into some stacked up empty boxes and the man locks the door before I can rush back through.

"You might want to spend these last moments of your life praying to god you faggot." The man, Gabe, sneered at me through the bars.

"Let me out you asshole!"

"If you'd rather spend the time getting beat within an inch of your life all you need to do is say so." Gabe grinned sinisterly and I quickly stepped back from the cage. I was brave and years of being bullied insured I knew how to fight,but I knew there was no way I would be able to take Gabe on and survive.

"That's what I thought fairy" Gabe spits on the ground near me and leaves the room.

I sigh and look around at the cage I was trapped in. I guess there could be something in the boxes to help me escape. A sleeping teen. Oh a sleeping bag that could be useful as I don't know how cold this basement could get at night.

"Wait! What?" I say and turn back around to see a teen laying on two wood pallets in the back corner of the cage. I run up to him and I'm shocked at how attractive he is. Short brown hair, porcelain colored skin, nice sized muscles, and tattoos.

"Focus on waking him up before you start drooling over him you weirdo." I order myself. I lightly shake him and when he still doesn't respond I start to shake him.

He doesn't react and I get scared at his lack of response. How long has he been down here? Is he sick or did he put up to much of a fight and they drugged him?

"Oh my god! I knew this church was filled with some fanatics but I didn't realize they would drug and kidnap queer teens." I angrily shout when no matter how hard I try the other teen wouldn't wake up. I stand up to pace caught up in my angry thoughts.

"Hello, who might you be?"

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