Unloveable Love

CHAPTER 3 - DOG

"Aw, you've become a lot nicer already~" the man said with a smile. "Shut up," Matteo replied, standing up and placing his hands on his hips. "Now let me go home."

"Why are you so aggressive?" The man stood up too and reached for Matteo's chin, making him look at him.

"Don't touch me." Matteo closed his eyes and tried to turn his head away. That guy was just an asshole - he kidnapped him, and no he even had the balls to ask him why he was aggressive. That guy was a fucking psychopath.

He only smiled gently and let go of his chin. "In two days, you'll be begging for my touch."

"In your dreams, maybe."

"That too~" he grinned mischievously and ruffled through his hair.

"...Tch... you're disgusting." Matteo made a disgusted face. "I hope I get out of here as soon as possible."

"You can leave anytime. We have a huge garden." The man walked around the bed and pulled back the curtains, revealing a hectare-sized garden, adorned with several sculptures, white rose bushes, and a small pavilion in the center. The garden looked even more magical as everything was covered in snow. Matteo hadn't seen this part of the house when they arrived. How much money did this guy have? What was the man's name, anyway?

"I mean out of this home, not the garden," he replied shortly.

"You're already home, my dear..."

"No, I'm not." He felt uncomfortable in the man's presence and took a few cautious steps back.

"Yes, you are," the man turned around and looked at Matteo.

"No..." Matteo looked down. "What's your name?" he asked the man. Despite being kidnapped by him, he still didn't know his name. In case he ever managed to escape, he should at least be able to provide a name to the police, even if it was just a nickname.

"Selcouth," the man replied in a deeper voice. The name seemed to suit the man. The name was just as old-fashioned as he was.

Matteo nodded silently. "I want to go shower." Maybe he could manage to escape this time. Now that he knew the brown-haired man's name.

"Of course, follow me." Selcouth left the room and walked down the corridor. The corridor had a wooden floor with an older rose wallpaper that you could only find in their grandparents' house. Matteo examined each of the doors closely. Most were just brown wooden doors, but one, at the end of the corridor, caught his eye – it was painted white. Did he run out of color for after one door already? He chuckled slightly. Selcouth stopped in front of a door that looked just like all the others in the middle of the corridor. "Here's the bathroom. This one is a bit larger." Matteo noticed that Selcouth kept looking over at the door at the end. Now his curiosity grew even more. But he looked back at the man – first, he had to get out of here, and then he could investigate further.

"Alone." "You're not supposed to watch me bathe."

"Pfff, yeah, whatever," he chuckled slightly and opened the door for Matteo, like a gentleman.

"Whatever... I'm going to take a bath. You can pick out some changing clothes for me in the meantime," he said curtly and entered the bathroom. At least, he got rid of the man for the moment. The bathroom was completely different from the one downstairs - it had a gray tiled wall, a light gray stone floor, and a huge rain shower. But another detail caught his eye - the fire extinguisher under the sink. As a precaution, he turned on the water, just in case the man was still outside the bathroom. Then, with all his strength, he pushed one of the small white-gray cabinets against the door, so that if he was still outside, he wouldn't be able to get in for the first few minutes. He tried to open the window first, but as expected, it was firmly locked. So, he took the fire extinguisher and threw it with all his might against the window - and he succeeded. The window shattered.

But the moment the window broke, a deafening alarm sounded - and a few seconds later, he heard someone banging on the door. So, like expected, Selcouth had been sitting in front of the door the whole time, waiting for him.

"Fuck..." he noticed how the cabinet slowly shifted, and the door opened. How much strength did this man have?

He took several deep breaths and then ran towards the open window; he was about to finally get away from here. But then he felt himself being pulled back. "..You are really something..." Selcouth murmured in his ear. The boy struggled wildly; he couldn't give up now. "Ugh!!!-"

But the man held him firmly against himself and slowly pulled him away from the open window and the glass. "..Maybe I should equip all the windows in the house with bulletproof glass."

"Or you just let me go outside, then this wouldn't happen," he said annoyed and tried to bite Selcouth's hand - he wanted to get away from this psychopath, no matter what.

"... we can take a walk, but before that, I need to order a leash," he said curtly. Matteo's attempts to escape didn't interest him in the slightest.

"...a leash? Why? Do you have a dog?" he asked. But he hadn't heard any howling or barking when he arrived - there were also no signs of dog toys. This dog was nowhere to be found.

"No, for you," he grinned at him pervertedly and licked his lips.

"...are you kidding me?" he said disgusted. This man was a psychopath.

"Do I look like I am?" "...well, I think I still have a few leashes.. but unfortunately, they're not that nice," the man mumbled, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"I'll never wear a leash in my life."

"Really? Wanna bet? About the 20k you stole?"

"...No... I still won't ever wear a leash. I'm not a pet," the smaller one snapped at him.

"Who said anything about a pet?"

 "...Come on, you'll take a shower and change first; tomorrow the world will look different," he pushed him out of the bathroom, as if he were a little kid having a tantrum. "But unfortunately, you'll have to use the small bathroom today; this one is too dangerous for you, because of the shattered glass."

"By the way, I still need suppressants... you said you'd buy them for me," he let himself be pushed and crossed his arms.

"I'll buy them for you tomorrow, okay?"

"...Today," he felt he would definitely go into heat tomorrow. And he definitely didn't want to be fucked by this man.

"Tomorrow, it's already late today, and all my guys have already finished work. And to get to the city, I need at least half an hour. It won't work today."

"...Today," he insisted.

"Tomorrow, all the pharmacies are closed already if I were to arrive," he smiled gently and brought him downstairs to the other bathroom. 

"I won't touch you either, promised."

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