"Come on Carter, eat." Vincent said as he squatted eye level to a quiet and cuffed Carter with a spoon on his right hand. "You didn't eat this morning. At least finish this now."
Carter turned his head away to the side. His hair was messy, covering his eyes that always looked down. He refused to talk. His throat hurt from screaming for help and he has already gone through all of his tears for the day.
A deep sigh echoed throughout the small room, which happened to be a little room inside Vincent's walk-in closet.
Carter's clothes has been changed to that of a more comfortable and oversized nightwear, which was quite the contrary to what he really felt.
Several bites and love marks were already littered in his neck, shoulders, and collarbone. Just a reminder of the moment Carter realized what Vincent really is, and how dire his situation currently is.
He is sitting down on the floor, butt naked and multiple pillows and duvet to provide a little place for Carter to sleep on.
Carter wasn't having any of it. He is aware of how sweet Vincent may appear to be but a monster, ravaging his every dignity and freedom for a couple hours now.
Just last night did Vincent showed what he's capable of doing. He showed how helpless Carter is as he was being pounded countless of times.
How he was fucked in multiple positions, how his face gave in at every thrust, how his voice proved more than enough of his own defeat. It happened right where he is supposed to sleep at night.
Vincent gave up trying to coax Carter to eat. He put the spoon and the bowl down on the floor and dusted himself.
"Fine. If you're not going to eat, then don't. I tried feeding you but you don't want to. Eat it yourself." Vincent said, annoyed but remained calm.
He stood up and threw one last look at Carter before he squatted down and gripped Carter's jaw. He removed the hair covering his face and kissed him roughly.
No matter how much Carter tried to not give in, he always did. Vincent was just powerful.
After he was done, Vincent stared at Carter's eyes as his felt overpowering. His eyes met Carter's weakened, whivering eyes. He was already satisfied from this eye-to-eye interaction.
He left the boy's jaw from his hand and went to the door. Yet, Carter still felt as if the hand never left his jaw.
Vincent reached his pockets for a key and locked the door.
He remained victorious once again.
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"Please call me if you see him." A quivering yet hopeful voice said as the stack of flyers on his hand has been reduced.
Alex turned away and walked further the block. He knows where Carter is, he just hopes he isn't right.
Vincent.
That name resided his mind every second he's conscious. The mere thought of it scares him and the idea that Carter could be in his hands just churns his stomach even more.
He has only heard of the man yet he's chilled as if a prey recognizes his own death from afar.
He has asked every café, convenience store, every business Carter tried to submit his résumé, even the lounge has he asked for his presence but they all point to the same conclusion.
No one has seen Carter for days.
So as a last resort, Alex has gone to the police to file a missing report.
The cops were compliant but they can't do anything much.
Alex still held his guards up. He is aware of how much control Vincent has, even to the justice system. If he isn't careful enough, who knows what could happen.
"We will do our best to find him but the search would be conducted tomorrow." A police officer said.
Alex agreed and hurriedly went out of the station. Atleast he has filed a missing report. He isn't sure how fair these officers would be but it's the only thing he has in his sleeve.
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No Ficción(Yandere_Man x Male_Artist) How far will you accept blessings until it isn't anymore? Now that Carter's life is turning for the better, Vincent wants something in return. How can Carter repay Vincent without giving his soul away? Warning: Yaoi con...
