Drowning In Your Love

A Twisted Desire

(Trigger Warning:- Violence, Non- consensual use of drugs, assault)

Scared.

Gulf was absolutely terrified. Why did their luck run out every time? How much of bad luck were they cursed with? Every time they have five minutes break from some traumatic experience something else goes wrong. Did God not want them to be happy? Was fate against them? Sounded like gripping of a frustrated man but could you blame him? It felt like they were back to square one. Would they even escape from this place? He knew very well that Mew and Wat must be looking for them. At least this time someone is looking for them. That thought brought a little comfort to him. At least someone would remember him this time.

Travis had no reason to keep him alive that much was very clear to Gulf. He would dispose of him sooner rather than later. His object of obsession was Tine. Only reason he had taken Gulf as well was because he had been there and he was glad for it. He couldn't imagine the how devastated he would've been if Tine was alone in the clutches of such monster. Tine didn't seem hurt the last time he had seen him. He looked pretty okay and for that Gulf was glad. But that wouldn't be the case for long. Travis would use Tine to satisfy his disgusting needs soon enough and Gulf has to figure out some way to escape before that. They had survived a hell before, they could do it again.

Tine was screaming in pain and misery. His relief last night had been short lived. Travis had come to his room at dawn and tried to get into bed with him. He had struggled with all his might, screaming and thrashing but the man was far stronger. He had smacked him few times to slow him down and then tied him to the bed. He had been muttering something like a crazy person and then had left the room altogether for another couple of hours. But when he came back Tine was frozen in fear for Travis had a hot poker on his hand and was going to brand his skin. His resistance got even more frantic and rigorous, but he couldn't even budge the bindings. The heat was unbearable, the skin of underside of his wrist was singed painfully as the monster put more pressure behind it. He may have lost consciousness for a while because when he opened his eyes again Travis was applying ointment to the burn and was being so fussy about his wound like he hadn't been the one to burn him.

Tine looked at his wrist and recoiled in disgust. Travis had branded him with his name, a sign of ownership, like he owned Tine. He glared at the man acting worried, the urge to hurt him in worst way was nearly overwhelming. He was going to pay him back ten times fold for all the pain and suffering. His arms and legs were untied after a while and he was pushed in the bathroom for a shower. He would've refused but Travis threatening to bath Tine himself pushed him to just get on with it. After bath, a elaborate breakfast was laid down for him. Like hell he could stomach anything at the moment. How does anyone justify such atrocities in their head? How can Travis not feel even an ounce of guilt for doing this to Tine? Love? How does any of this even loosely resemble love?

"It's tonight." Travis broke the uncomfortable silence between them.

"What?"

"Night of our union."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Pain had broken down his filter.

"We will become one tonight. An unification-"

"You want to rape me?"

Travis recoiled in horror, "What? No. Never. How could you even say that? Tine, do you really think I could commit such crime?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? How could-"

"Tine, babe I think it's all in your head. You're trying to make me a villain to feel at ease. I have taken such a good care of you, haven't I? I got you comfortable bed, new clothes, delicious meals and I even let you meet with your friend when you asked. I haven't beaten you or hit you since the moment you came here-"