Roommates || Garmau AU

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*This chapter contains things like rape: kissing. Nothing is horrible. I promise you! <:

  Aphmau's POV

I looked up at the warehouse walls around me.

  Jordan and I were both tied to chairs, back to back in the middle of the huge room.

   "I told you and your pathetic boyfriend it wasn't me." Jordan sneered at me.

  "I don't care, okay?" I hissed. I pulled on the chair, trying to get my tied arms and legs loose.

  "I can't believe that Garroth's own brother would do that." He whistled. "Messes up my brain."

  I sighed. I might as well talk to him.

  "Yeah." I answered. "I wonder where he is. I'm so worried about him."

  On cue, two wooden doors flung open. Garte appeared, dragging Garroth.

  "D-don't hurt him!" I yelped.

  Garte's icy eyes shot up at me. "You'd think I'd hurt my own son?"

  "Y-you kidnapped him," my voice was low.

   He chuckled, dropping Garroth's body on the ground. He tied him to a pole, so his body was hanging from it.

  Garroth was groggy. His eyes moved around slowly, landing on Jordan and I.

   "Aph..mau.." He stifled.

   "Shut up." Garte snapped. "Zane!"

   The black haired boy ran out. "Y-yes, father?"

  "Take that boy out," he pointed to Jordan. "Don't bring him back in 'till I say so."

   "Yessir." He nodded, rushing over and grabbing Jordan's chair. He dragged him away from me.

  Jordan groaned, blowing his hair out of his face. "Can you just kill me and get it over with?"

   Garte smirked.

   The doors closed behind Zane and Jordan, leaving the room quiet.

   Garte walked over to me slowly, examining me. "Mmmm..Such pretty features for such a young girl.."

   "Don't talk to her like that!" Garroth snapped at him, obviously more sane and awake.

   Garte ignored him. "Seemingly beautiful body. Do you mind if we take those clothes off?"

  My eyebrows raised. "Get away from me!"

  "Stop!" Garroth screamed. "Don't touch her!"

   Garte squatted down, looking at me. "You have your mother's eyes."

  "You don't know my mother." I hissed. "She would never talk to someone like you."

   "You're right." He smirked. "She wouldn't, would she?"

  "That doesn't even.. make any sense!" I let out a frustrated sigh.

"Now.." He touched the hem of my shirt.

"No!" I fidgeted. "You are not taking that off me!"

"Don't touch her!" Garroth screamed again, trying to get loose. His whole body was tied. "Damnit!"

Garte snickered. "Zane!"