Kinktober day 3- Kidnapping - Eddie/Steve - NSFW

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warnings - Noncon/Dubcon - kidnapped - stalking 
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Eddie groaned as he woke, the last thing he remembered was going to the bar at his hotel after a late show, the rest of his band had gone to their respective rooms. It had been their last show of the eight month long tour and he couldn't wait for a bit of a break.

He blinked a few times trying to get his bearings, he didn't remember drinking enough to forget about the night before, but it was clear to him that something had happened. He didn't remember a single thing after he had gone to the bar.

As the room came into focus he could feel his heart beating quicker, pounding in his chest. He blinked a few more times hoping he was only having a nightmare. He was in an unfamiliar room without windows, two of the walls were covered in Corroded Coffin memorabilia. Photos of him from the internet and pictures clearly taken when he was out and about on the town or from different events were plastered on the walls. The bed he was laid up on was soft and comfortable with plenty of blankets and pillows, which was a stark contrast from the metal chain locked around his ankle.

There was a nice lamp on a bedside table beside him, and there was comfortable looking arm chair.

Panic began to fill him. Where the hell was he?

"Hello! Someone help me!" Eddie screamed. He knew he had fans, hell he had seen plenty of fan pages and the fanfics made about him on the internet but this was a new low.

Someone had physically kidnapped him.

He scanned the walls as he pushed himself off the bed, his head was spinning and his chest was rising and falling in speed with each anxiety stricken breath. As he looked over more of the wall he spotted VIP ticket tags, photos and posters with his signature on them.

He had met this person at least a few dozen times.

He was racking his brain as he thought about who could want to kidnap him, and why? Was this a sex thing? Were they planning to kill him?

The chain reached the middle of the room, he couldn't get to the door that seemed to lead upstairs, but he could reach a door opposite the bed he woke on. He pushed the door open to find a small bathroom, there was all the needed amenities as well as his favorite soap brand sitting on the counter with a new toothbrush and the toothpaste he regularly bought.

How did this person know all of this? He had brand deals with different toothpaste brands but this wasn't one of them, but it was his favorite and regularly used brand.

This person knew too much about them for it to be normal.

He looked down at the chain around his ankle, he let out a panicked chuckle. This person was insane. He walked back to the bed and sat, racking his brain. Had he met someone last night? What did he drink? How did he get here? Eddie ran a hand through his hair, what was happening? How was this happening?

"Someone help me!" He screamed again. "Hello!"

There was silence, he leaned back on the bed and thought about what was going to happen to him. Was anyone looking for him? The media had to be swarming the hotel he was taken from at this moment. People would know he was gone.

"Hello!" He screamed again. "Someone please..."

He tried not to cry, but tears were threatening to roll down his cheeks. That was when he heard the footsteps on the stairs, he stood up and got as far as the chain around his ankle would let him get. The door opened and Eddie prepared himself for some crazed lunatic ready to hit him with a bat and break his knee.

Instead a familiar kind face stepped through the door. "Oh good you're awake, sorry about the ankle chain it will come off soon enough go sit down."

Eddie was stunned. This was not the kind of fan he was expecting to see, he had a few that he knew were insane. He had physically had them removed from his meet and greets before, but this boy was someone he had interacted with plenty of times and he was always so polite.

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