Bandit Stole My Heart (boyxboy)

Chapter Nine

Warning: Bad Language, Cruel Events, and Awkward Subjects.

"Allow me to introduce myself," a thinner man with long amber hair and mismatched eyes said with a sickening smile, "my name is Dr. Reid and that boy hiding behind you, is my son."

I stood there, frozen in disbelief when three loud bangs rang through the air, knocking Master to the floor as blood began to pool out. I could hear someone scream, I think it was me, as I fell to my knee's, pulling at Masters shoulder but he didn't move. Even when the big guy holding the hot medal thing that had hurt him stepped on his back as he grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder and carried me away.

My mind couldn't keep up with everything that was happening and neither could my heart as it once again tried to beat it's way out of my chest. I clawed and clawed at the mans shoulder, screaming for someone to help me but no one came. All it did was piss off the man carrying me to the point that he slammed me onto the ground and hit me hard in the head with the hot medal (gun) causing me to pass out.

When I woke up I didn't know where I was. It was all so dark and cold and smelled musky, but not in the good way that Master sometimes does, but in a choking way that seemed to stick to the insides of my lungs. I tried to move but my body was sore and their was cold medal wrapped firmly around my wrists, ankles, and neck that kept me from moving to far from the think grey (concert) wall. Below me was the same thing and though I couldn't see it, I assumed the rest of the room was like this wall, cold and dirty.

I shook the chains again but stopped when I heard someone else breathing.

"Who's there?"

There was a ghostly groan before a raspy voice answered, "Sebastian Phayne, who are you?"

"My name is Bandit, where am I?"

"Werehouse," Sebastian coughed out.

"What's that," I asked in panic.

"It's were you go when you're not on display," a second voice spat out harshly.

"Please, I just want to go home," I begged as tears fell down my cheeks.

"You are home, my boy," A third voice sang out as lights flickered on, letting me see that I was chained up against a wall while others around me were in cages, wearing no clothes. The only girl in the room, who I think was Sebastian, was in the middle, covered in dirt and dried blood. Her long black hair was covering her face as a man, the one who shot Master, started banging on her cage, saying rude things while the man who claimed to be my father came to a stand still a foot away from me. His hands stroked up and down my body as he whispered that I was 'perfect'.

"Daddy," I whispered, confused.

"No, unfortunately, the test came back negative, so you are not my son, but that doesn't mean you have to be a total waste of my time. See, unlike the rest, you haven't been broken, and oh how I just can't wait to put you out on the market," He shuddered at this thought as he put his head against my chest, listening to my chest, "You're going to sell so well, I could charge twice the price," This made him smile even wider before turning back to his partner, "How soon until I can put him up?"

"Tomorrow night," He replied as he walked over to me.

"Oh, I bet he's still a virgin too," The first guy giggled.

"Not for long."

I never knew something could hurt as bad as what that man did to me. Sebastian called it rape and told me that that was what sex was. If that was sex, then how could anyone ever find joy in it? I remember Master telling me that he had done that to others, but how? I never would have thought of Master as being a monster, but anyone willing to do what that man had just done to me couldn't be anything less than a monster.