Never Let Me Go

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CHAPTER FOUR

We're finally at my house. Niall is now in my room, I cleaned the cut on his head and tied him to one of my dinning room chairs that I put in my secret room. Oh how happy he will be to see my paintings that I made of us, the pictures I've taken of him, and the pictures I've taken of his band mates and family. It's like a room filled with my dreams. I'm sitting at the desk in my room, the place I usually sit when I write in here. A beautiful view of the front yard... I have to make sure no one comes onto my lawn the is a threat. That would not be good for my lover. So pale, blue eyed, looking so small and lifeless in that chair when I tied him up. When he wakes up I'm surely going to have to get some piece of him, or at least get some conversation... I'm not the best person to hold a conversation with, but if I'm going to have him like me more than he already does I'm to have to talk about our future.

I can already see the wedding bells ringing, no band mates, friends, family. Just me and him forever and ever... Maybe in the future- if he behaves - we have get a child, and raise it together and then I can teach it my ways of finding the love of their lives, spoil them rotten like I'm going to do with Niall.

The future will be bright I can already tell,

Timothy __________,

Timothy hears the soft sound of a sob coming from his secret room. He quickly gets to his feet and places his Journal in his drawer and walks over to the door to his secret room.

Opening the door Timothy can't help but moan at the sight of his weak and vulnerable lover bound on a chair, crying. "good morning baby" Timothy says as he walks slowly to the now full on crying Niall. "do you understand why your in this position?" Timothy asks with the softest voice and kindest tone that has foiled many people for years. Niall just sobs harder and stares into the ground of the 'secret room' forcing himself not to look around the horrifying room. With hundreds of pictures and detailed drawers of him. One wall only for his band mates and family.

Timothy kneeled down in front of Niall and gave him a kind smile, but Niall knew behind that mask of kindness and soft tone... was something that will haunt Niall in his dreams forever. Timothy suddenly grabbed Niall's hands and softly squeezed them. Niall couldn't pull away because of the tight binding on his wrists. Niall just whimpered and let the tears flow down his cheeks, and his body trembling around the ropes hold. "you can't scream or run for me baby, people will hear and break us apart... you don't want something like that to happen, do you?" Timothy asked Niall, but again, Niall's didn't answer and the grip on his hands seemed to tighten. Timothy's face fell, and Niall knew that the mask had been taken off and the real version of the man in front of him had shown.... pure evil. Eye's flaring with unimaginable hatred and frustration.

"Answer me sweetie" Timothy said to him, but this wasn't the soft and caring tone anymore, and was hissed out through clenched teeth and rage. Niall just nodded stiffly and looked away from the man, barring himself for his eye's to look towards a poster, drawn probably by the man. With Niall and him. Niall naked on the bed as he gripping the sheets, the mans muscled arms wrapped around his torso as he rammed his naked body into his bum. The look of pleasure on Niall's face in that drawing scared him. Like he was enjoying the man raping him. That was just the opposite of what Niall was thinking right now.

"You'll talk to me soon, you look more interested in my lovely drawing of us than me talking to you" Timothy said, the anger draining from his face and the loving face reappeared.

Timothy walked over to the drawing and traced his fingers down the sketch lines. "this is what I imagined our first time to be like, so pleasurable and passionate" Timothy told Niall and smiled towards his lover. "I have more if you want to see" Timothy said and walked four steps and stopped towards a same sized poster that was painted that time. The drawing was far from beautiful.

Niall's form laid on a double bed, smiling towards Niall as he lay naked on the bed, a seducing face with his bottom lip between his teeth. Eye's- even though it was a painting- filled with lust. Niall felt like crying again, why would this man think of Niall like that, naked and in love with him. Niall hoped his band mates will know where he is, find something that will trace them towards this house and take him away from this fucked up man. This man was obsessed with him. Not like a fan girl obsessed with just wanting picture with him and a signed anything. No. This man was in love with him, and thought of Niall in the most dirtiest and disturbing ways possible. "this is what I imagined you to be like when you wanted me, looking at me with those beautiful blue eye's" Timothy said as he walked over to Niall and creased his tear stained cheek and looking into those blue orbs.

Timothy didn't like how his lover was looking, like he was going to faint.

"I'm going to let you rest my love, then we can have a heart to heart chat about our future together" Timothy says with pride as he walks out of the secret room and closes and locks the door behind him.

Leaving a now wheezing, and crying Niall James Horan.

Find me... please. Niall begged to the gods as he slowly drifted into a panic attack that brought him into a shocking unconscious, limp body.

Niall James Horan, the blonde haired, blue eyed, Irishman in the world famous boy band One Direction is captured and lost, ruined forever by that cruel and searing look of his kidnapper.