WHERE TO NOW? (M/M) 18+

Chapter 25

*TRIGGER WARNING: Partial self harm*

Destination: unknown

Tap... tap... tap...

The sound of dripping water penetrated my ears like a drum, loud and deafening. The aching in my temple made my head pound like my brain was pushing against my skull in sharp, deep succession that hindered my ability to think.

The smell of mould and wet sewage filled my nostrils, making my eyes water from the stench.

The air was so thick I could barely breathe. Forcing myself to take shallow breaths just to keep myself awake.

Everything was hazy, the room spinning in my eyes. I winced from the pain throbbing in my head as my eyes adjusted, slowly blinking the room into focus

I was in what looked like a basement. With my mind scattered, the only things I could make out from the light streaming in through the small window in the corner were the stairs leading up to a singular door, and the damaged boxes and dust that surrounded me.

Its daylight... how long was I out?

I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing them to focus, and I could feel the dampness of my clothes as I shifted on the concrete floor. They had removed my flannel, leaving only the fabric of my t-shirt to shield me from the temperature of the room as it clung to my body.

I shifted again trying to sit up, but my face barely lifted from the floor. My hands bound behind my back with swollen wet ropes that itched at my skin, pulling at my wrists.

Where the hell was I?

My head craned for something of use, something to cut myself free. My eyes scanned but the room was spinning, the blur so thick in my eyes I could barely make anything out.

The sound of old hinges opening filled my chest with panic as my eyes widened. My eyes darted up to the doorway, seeing the orange glow of a ceiling light illuminating a hazy figure walking down the steps.

My heart raced. His steps echoing on the concrete, flaring my aching mind with sharp pains.

It was all I could hear, the sound of him getting closer. Step by step filling my body with dread.

I shifted, trying to turn over but I felt like my body was made of bricks, my feet sliding on a floor of loose sand, unable to gain traction.

He crouched down beside me, pulling on the ropes to lift me up and planting me on my ass to look at him. He hovered over me as he tilted his head, his eyes trained on me as I squirmed against my bindings.

"Pretty little thing, aren't you?" He said, his voice grating on my every nerve.

He lifted his hand, gripping my chin lightly to inspect me further as I yanked my head away in disgust.

I spat in his face.

He jerked back slightly, wiping it away with a smile. "Mm" he murmured in pleasure.

"Dennis, stop playing with the boy and bring him up here" the demanding voice of a man somewhere in the building filled my ears, riddled with authority and impatience.

I stared at him, my eyes daring him to continue as I held back the fear circulating in my chest.

He smiled at me again with a quick exhale of delight, intrigued as his tongue ran over the curve of his teeth.

I swallowed, attempting to sedate the disgust buried deep within my being and continue looking at him.

He stood up without saying a word, gripping onto the ropes hard and yanking me to my feet. "Walk" he demanded, shoving me towards the door.