January 20th 2015: Sneedville Arkansas
Birds were chirping outside, it was 7:30 am and Andrew grant was beginning to awaken very slowly. He was in a bedroom with white carpet and brown wood wall paneling. The curtains that hung over the window were a thin blue color, and the way the sun was shining through them somehow made Andrew feel at peace. Until he felt Charles arm around his chest" charles groaned and pulled Andrew in closer nuzzling his face into the back of Andrews neck. Andrew frowned instantly! He wanted to move or try to scoot away from charles but he was afraid, it might wake him up and if he did he didn't know how Charles would react.
But Andrew do you really want to be cuddled up with someone like this, a voice inside of his head said? This man is dangerous. He's killed at least eight people that you know of then the voice answered itself. Because if you upset him he might kill you or worse! But what can be worse than death Andrew thought to himself. Just then Charles coughed himself awake Andrew felt hot spittle fly on his neck charles yawned and kissed Andrew on the back of the neck. Good morning honey how are you did you sleep good? Andrew turned slowly to face charles. And he found himself amazed and revolted at how much he was still attracted to him charles brown hair was matted against his head and his beautiful well defined features somehow stood out to Andrew the curve of his nose. His full lips and his stubbled chin, but those eyes the dark brown eyes that once captivated Andrew where gone and now in their place were bright green one's! The ones that belonged to The Rag Man. The vicious killer who had placed Andrew in the hospital not once but twice, the same killer whom had killed Casey and peter and aunt Paula and Deria and maybe even Max. Andrew just looked at charles and faked a smile, I did honey how did you sleep? Charles smiled I slept like a baby. He leaned over and kissed Charles on the nose now let's get up and get our day started. Charles made Andrew shower with him, at first Andrew was afraid Charles would force him to have sex again; but this time he didn't he just made Andrew stand in the shower with him and wash himself. After they showered they went into the kitchen and Charles began to cook breakfast, an omelet and two slices of bacon. Andrew looked at him, Charles where did this food come from? How is it still fresh! Charles smiled well my step dad keeps a dry pantry down stairs and I came up here a couple of months ago after we had that fight. Back in Texas and restocked it, Oh Andrew said his hopes dropping a little. He had hoped a grocery clerk or someone would stop by to deliver more groceries and he'd have a chance to escape, Charles handed Andrew a plate here you go sir. He turned back to the stove and took his plate off the counter and sat down in front of Andrew. And watched him while they both ate, there wasn't much conversation between the two of them just small glances being exchanged. Once they had both finished eating Charles put their plates in the sink, I'll wash those later come into the living room for a second he said, looking at Andrew, Andrew got up and followed him have a seat on the couch I've got to get something out of the basement. Andrew looked at Charles puzzled Charles motioned for him to sit down Andrew did. Charles opened the door to the basement which was across the living room and adjacent to the hallway that lead to the bedrooms and went down the stairway hastily. He heard chains rattles as charles begin to walk back up the stairs! Oh God Andrew thought to himself what does he need with chains? Charles came out of the basement and closed the door behind him. He was holding handcuffs and ankle binds. He smiled at Andrew, who had turned ashen white. What are you gonna do with those Andrew asked nervously? Well Andrew baby I've got to take the station wagon out somewhere maybe fifteen miles in the other direction and dump it. Far off the highway that is we don't need anyone to find it for at least a month or two, and then after that I'm gonna hitch a ride back here maybe stop off in town or something. But I can't take you with me because you might try to escape, Andrew began to protest. No honey I would never... Charles laughed a sharp psychotic laugh. Oh Andrew do you think I'm stupid I know just like you know you would run the first chance you got! Would you make it maybe, maybe not but I'm not willing to take that chance. So you've got to be cuffed he moved towards Andrew started to get up, Charles looked at him sit right back down sir or I'll knock you down. Andrew started to protest but he saw the anger build up in Charles face so he sat back down. Now let me see your arms Andrew stretched his arms out and Charles slapped the cuffs on them. Now your legs Andrew stretched his legs out and Charles cuffed them! Aren't you afraid I might try to hobble away? Andrew asked in a Smartass tone. Well I've got just the thing for that Charles said with a wink! Be right back. He rushed down the hallway into the bathroom Andrew heard the medical chest open and close. Charles rushed back down the hallway into the living room with a syringe. Charles what is that Andrew asked charles just smiled. Just a little something to keep you Docile while I'm gone Andrew tried to scoot away from charles and the needle. But Charles straddled him and pushed the needled into his arm. Andrew felt stinging pain Charles bent down and kissed his mouth, when I get back baby we're gonna have some fun. And I'm gonna bring us some company he said with a smile, and got up and walked out of the door. Andrew felt himself drift off into a a foggy drugged haze before everything got to gray his mind thought of one thing" at least now someone will find the note in the car.

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Switch Blade Romance
Hororin August Andrew met the boy of his dreams. By September his friends started dying. By the end of the month Andrew was fighting for his life, by January he would know the meaning of true terror.