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

Chapter VI-Yours

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Crow: Here is the next chapter for you all, I love you so much. You are all valid and loved, and if I could I would just wrap you all up in a little gay rainbow blanket and hide you from the scary world I would.

Trigger warning: Self harm
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I blinked open my eyes sometime later, bright lights piercing my senses. I screwed up my eyes, squinting around the room. Confusion washed over me.

Where the fuck am I?

Then I remembered yesterday's events. Panic washed over me and I tried to scramble to my feet. However, something prevented me from doing so.

What the hell-

That was when I realized that I was now tied to a chair. I cursed quietly, turning my head around to stare around my room.

The ground was cold and hard, made of concrete. The door to the room was a light colored metal and had scratch marks along it. It was also presumably locked. Not that I could check to see if it was anyway, since I was stuck to the stupid chair.

I growled in frustration, straining my mind, searching for a plan on how to escape this hell hole. I twisted my head around to look at the base of my metal chair. Just as I thought, the iron legs of the chair were somehow bolted to a slab of metal on the ground.

Fan-fucking-tastic

Suddenly, the sound of the door unlocking brought me out of my furious monologue of thoughts. I froze as the door opened, my head snapping up to stare at the newcomer.

A man stood there, wearing a suit that was tight against his muscular body. His dark hair was combed backwards and black eyeliner framed his beetle black, deeply hooded eyes that sparkled with malice.
His nose was slightly hooked and his left eyebrow had a small scar sliced through it.

That's new.

His jaw was a chizzled V shape, but I knew from years of painful and torturous experience that his personality was not nearly as beautiful as his looks.

He grinned crookedly at me, his crocodile smile making my blood run cold with dread and rage. I glared venomously at him, feeling pure hatred and anger boiling up inside of me. And something else too- a wave of grief.

Not surprising, considering that this is the motherfucker who killed Jay.

"Well well well, look who finally came crawling back." Drawled Crayne smoothly, leaning forwards to touch my cheek. I snapped at him, but fortunately for him he pulled his fingers back before my teeth met his flesh. He chuckled quietly, making me growl loudly.

"Where is Kiwi." I spat, so much rage filling my tone that it sounded more like a demand than a question. Crayne just smiled, his reaction making me want to take a sharp butcher knife to his stupidly handsome face. "Does he mean something to you? Just like that other boy that I killed? What was his name...Jake?"

"Jay." I snarled, correcting him. The fact that Crayne had the audacity to bring up Jay made me practically see red. I took a deep breath through my nose, trying to calm myself down a little.

Anger and fury wouldn't help me in this situation, if anything it would just make me become reckless. Crayne watched me, seemingly amused with crude humor sparkling in his dark eyes that seemed to be nothing but a pit of evil. This made my blinding rage want to flare up again, but I held it back.

This fucker seems to think that my suffering is funny.

I closed my eyes for a moment, as if trying to block out my sight of Crayne. He laughed quietly, no doubt watching my every move. I opened my eyes again after a minute.