Mine, Yours, And Ours [BXB] (18+) |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter VI-Yours

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Crow: Uh...don't just don't kill me for what's about to happen, alright?
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Wren's POV

Kiwi and I stood outside of a large and vast warehouse. Nerves tangled through my body and anxiety settled into my stomach. Kiwi looked almost just as anxious, his expression on edge and his shoulder muscles tense.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickled uncomfortably as if someone were watching us. The two of us approached the run-down building, the sense of suspense building with every step that we took.

I nervously tapped my gloved fingers against my thighs, chewing on the dried skin of my bottom lip.
Kiwi hesitated at the door of the warehouse, his delicate and pale fingers lingering at the door handle.

He glanced back at me, his eyes wide with anxiety.
"Are you sure that you want to do this? We have no idea what we're going to find here." He murmured quietly to me, licking his lips subconsciously.

I nodded, though part of me wanted to run far away and come back a different day. Or never. Never was sounding pretty good at this point.

But despite that, I swallowed down my anxiety as Kiwi turned the door handle and pushed open the rickety wooden door. My breath hitched and I coughed, waving away the dust that had begun to rain from the ceiling.

The warehouse was very dark and smelled very strongly of rotting wood and mold. I wrinkled my nose as the scent hit it, my eyes watering slightly from the strong odor.

Kiwi sneezed loudly from the raining dust, the sound echoing strangely around the huge room. I squinted my eyes, trying to see through the darkness.

Kiwi walked forwards a few steps, his feet making the old wooden floorboards creak loudly. He stopped and turned back me, his expression confused. I walked up and stood beside him, surveying the run-down building.

"I don't know why it's so empty...it's like no one is even he-" His sentence was cut short as arms wrapped around his mouth and chest, making his eyes widen with panic.

Before my brain could even catch up with what was going on, both Kiwi and I were forced onto our knees with knives pressed against our throats.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK-

I stared at the dust covered floor in front of me, trying to keep my unavoidable rising panic in check. The feeling of breath, hot against our necks made me shivver and goosebumps errupted across my back and limbs.

"Well well well, who do we have here?" Asked a deep voice in our ears, digging the the switchblades deeper into our skin. My eyes started to water, though from pain or fear I was unsure.

The sound of a fist hitting flesh ran in my ears along with a pained grunt from Kiwi.
"Answer me!" Roared the voice, the sound echoing around the room.

"M-my n-name is Kiwi." Slurred Kiwi, spitting out some blood onto the ground.
"And I'm Wren." I mumbled, surprised by the fact that my voice didn't shake.

The room fell silent, only broken by Kiwi's coughing. They kicked him in the back to shut him up, making him fall over onto his hands. It seemed that there were multiple people holding us captive.

I felt rough hands grabbing my wrists, sharp nails digging into my skin. They began to drag me across the floor, making me stumble. My eyes stung with tears but I stayed silent, clenching my jaw to keep the sobs from escaping.

A fresh wave of fear washed over me, making my gut clench.

What were they doing?!

I felt my blood run cold as a sudden, horrific possibility entered my mind.

Were they taking me to Crayne?

"Wh-where are you-" I stuttered, my eyes wide with terror as anxiety making me feel nauseous.

"Shut up you little fag! I never gave you the right to speak." Growled the voice angrily, making me flinch violently. They dug their piercing nails deeper into my skin so that I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from whimpering in pain.

They dragged me into a separate room and threw me in, where I skidded across the sharp concrete and curled into a shaky ball, my limbs bleeding and scratched. The scratched metal door shut and locked behind me, ensuring that I couldn't leave.

Not that I really cared about that though.
I was more concerned for what was currently happening to Kiwi in the room over.

Fuck, what are they going to do to him-

Fear and fading adrenaline made me exhausted, and I closed my eyes, trying to imagine that I was in bed, snuggled up next to Derek back at our hotel room, surounded by his love.
With those peaceful thoughts, I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

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Crow: My apologies for such of a short chapter, I originally had this as a very long chapter but I decided to split it into to chapters. Hope yall understand, the next one should be out soon-ish

Word count: 854
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