Truz Love (Hiatus.)

Fright Pt. 2

Donald wrapped his hand around Cruz's bicep pulling Ted towards him. He held him inches away from his face. Donald could almost taste his breath as if it was his own.
"Ted, I'm sure you remember this place." Donald snickered. "I sure do remember your screams."
It was at this moment that the flood of memories came rushing back into Teds mind. He remembered everything. He remembered Donalds smiling face staring at him from above as he pushed a red hot cattle prod into the skin below his belt. He remembered why he was missing his back molars. He remembered the cold metallic instruments on his skin and inside his mouth.
"You're a fucking monster!" Ted spit in Donald's face.
"And you're my fucking toy!" Donald yelled at the top of his lungs fearless of his words being resonated around the walls he knew they were soundproof.
In one swift movement he pushed Ted to the ground and straddled him. "You're gonna be my little slave boy Teddy."
Ted squirmed underneath him trying to get back on his feet, this situation seemed all too familiar. Donald held him still as he reached for the chains placed strategically by the wall. He grabbed the open shackle and fastened it around Teds wrist.