Never Let Me Go

CARRY

CHAPTER THREE

This is finally happening, my lover is now on the picnic blanket I set up for the two of us, his favourite Nando's on the blanket, still warm when I picked it up on the way to the lake side. I am going to do a quick write, my love should wake up soon I hope he will so I can just tell my journey of getting him to this place for years. He might freak out though! He might be scared that I will hurt him, I would never... Only if he made me mad and ran away from me, or yelled out for help or screamed.... that's impolite. He deserves to be punished for his actions if he does that. Just watching him lay their is hard for me, I want to break and ruin any kind of annoyance in that boy, make him have pleasure, god.... I can't stop thinking about that.. But it seems I have to since my love is fluttering his eye's open. God those baby blues.

We are united forever I wont let anyone take him from me,

Timothy __________,

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Timothy watches as his lover wakes up from his slumber, looking around the forest with hooded eye's but stops his gaze on him. The boy's eye's sparkle in the moonlight, the stars falling into those deep blue's. Making Timothy even more eager to rip the young boy's clothes off, make sure the boy is marked as his forever, never to be put into someone else's hands. Timothy lets out a small smile, not too big, his lover just woke up and is probably wondering what this lovely surprise is. Timothy straightens up and sits cross legged on the picnic blanket, never leaving those sparkling blue eyes. 

"Wh-who are you, where am I?!" the boy yelps and Timothy's smile disappears for a second, why is he scared even more now? His lover should be crawling into his arms and kissing him, them making love into the night until they have to leave and get back to his house... This is going all wrong. The boy starts to get up and backs quickly away from Timothy, looking around the forest and lake water desperately. "who are you?!" the boy screams and than Timothy closes his eye's for a second, the frown turning into a smirk... His lover can't scream, people might ruin the moment coming running to them and see what is happening... they'll take his lover away, and that's where it draws the line. "Niall, beautiful... please honey calm down" he says lightly and opens his arms to only find his lover-Niall- looking towards him in udder horror. 

"Who. Are. You" Niall says sternly and takes another light step back, the damp grass making his feet wet at the bottoms, he's only in his boxers, a rather large sweater wrapped around him, literally past his waist from how big it is, the sweater hiding his boxers, but not enough, he still feels violated. The top of the sweater slides off his shoulders and shows his collar bones, the sleeves too long so they dangle a couple inches off his arms. This man is not normal, not here about his career, not here for family reasons.

Only here to kill him? Only here to rape him? Kidnap him?

Niall's heart beat quickens as he thinks of those horrible things in his mind, this man is crazy. Niall takes another step back and lets the first tears fall, he's so scared... he's twenty for god sakes he should just fight to get away from this insane person and run. But he can't, and the man knows that. This is a time where he wishes Liam, Zayn, Harry, or Louis was with him... god, when they wake up in the morning they will be so worried about him, his family also, friends, oh god... the fans. His career. This is going to hit world wide, his death will be on the news and his band mates will have horrible interviews on "where did you last see him?" or "do you know the man that killed Niall?" he can't let his band mates cry over him, their lives screwed up because of him... because of this man. So, Niall does the only thing that could save the people who cares about him. Run.

Timothy watches as Niall breaths heavily, letting out short gasps as he looks teary eyed, crying loudly as he looks towards him with pain and scarce. Timothy can't help but love it. But, that ends when Niall suddenly sprints away from him, Timothy feels this sudden pang of... anger? Sadness? Infuriation? Timothy doesn't like the game that his lover has chose. "Niall, baby don't run!" Timothy says, his voice is a mixture of anger and sadness. Timothy sprints after Niall, running up to the stumbling boy as he screams and cries for help, tripping over tree branches, logs, roots... but gets back up. Timothy catches up to his lover though and grabs him by the waist and pulls him backwards into his chest, Niall panting heavily and crying in agony, screaming for help at the top of his raspy morning voice. Tears flowing down his rosy cheeks as he struggles to get out of the mans grip, but the man has an iron grip on him, Niall planted straight against the mans body... he feels violated again. "shhhhh" Timothy says as he slowly rocks back and fourth on the balls of his feet, shushing Niall in the ear. "I need you to be quiet Niall okay? baby people might hear us and ruin the moment... now, you have a choice, we can stay here and have some fun in the moonlight, I can make love to you and make you wither in pleasure" Timothy says and Niall shivers against his chest, still balling his eye's out but trying to shush himself enough to listen to the choices. "or, we can go home and we can move this on in my bedroom" Timothy says and smiles into his lovers ear. Hopefully the making love in the moonlight thing Niall will pick. But his answer comes out in a scream of terror as he pushes Timothy roughly and runs towards Timothy's car, getting into the passenger seat and locking all four of the doors. Timothy's face falls into anger and infuriation. His lover chose the wrong choice.

Niall watches as the man walks as normal as any other human being towards his window, kneeling to the windows level, looking straight into his eye's. It's muffled by the glass but he does hear a "open the door" but Niall keeps on crying his eye's out, holding the door handle tightly until his knuckles are white. Niall doesn't want to die, he can't die... but right now, he has no other options. The mans face goes into a thin line, Niall's breath hitches at the look, the death gaze the man looks into him.... that will haunt him in his dreams forever now... Niall feels himself slowly breaking into trauma, this isn't just a kidnap, this man is in love with him and Niall now feels like screaming again. So that's exactly what he does. The nightmare only getting worse as the man slowly gets up into a standing position as he slowly, as human and normal as possible, but very slowly, like his feet is scrapping against the dirt as he keeps his eye's on Niall, the death gaze still there, the man walks towards the drivers side and looks in again. His expressionless face just makes Niall scream even more, trying to melt into the passenger door as he moves himself as close as possible to the door, his head pushes against the window.

Suddenly, the man takes out the keys to the door, holding them up to the window for Niall to see... Making him scream bloody murder, his whole body shaking, his face in the look of udder horror as the man slowly opens the lock to the drivers side and gets into the car, Niall is screaming so loudly and hard his throat feels like its on fire... tears like waterfalls down his face. The man turns towards Niall with now anger as he closes the drivers side door, their both alone in the car, Niall's screams piercing Timothy's ears. Niall suddenly grabs the lock to the passenger side door and unlocks it, giving one last glance before he opens it... but everything goes black with a big clunk.

Timothy flies his hand out and takes his lovers head and smashes it against the passenger side door's window with a loud clunk of his head hitting the glass hard, his loves eye's shutting and body going limp against the unopened door. The head slumps down and blood slowly drips down the window. Timothy gets out of the car and walks lazily to the passenger side door and opens it, letting his lover slump down to the ground with a faint thud. Timothy picks his lover up bridal style and opens the trunk with the key's to his car, the trunk clicking open, he slowly lowers his love into the trunk and looks at his lovers half blood stained face, blood still trickling down his cheek, half of his hair damp and bloody. He must of hit him hard from that much blood. Timothy gives his lover a kiss on his bloody cheek, blood on his lips as he closes the trunk and locks it, moving over to the picnic and taking the Nandos, and blanket and puts it in the back seat of the car. Wiping the blood off his fingers and palms.

Getting into the car, wiping up the blood stained window, putting the key into the ignition and than driving off into the night.... his lover is different. He can't help but want to wreck him even more.