Never Let Me Go

KISSES

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The love in the atmosphere has grown and grown. Niall is in love with me, madly in love with me. If he wasn't unconscious right now, I think he would be all over me still.

And yeah, about that unconscious situation, he did deserve it from how he was slipping into that delusional faze of thinking he was actually friends with those four other boys. I had to get some sense into him. But he will be fine, his heart is beating, his breathing is steady, and he's resting so cute and peacefully on my bed.

Or should I say now, our bed.

I think when he wakes up I'll get him some well-earned food, like a piece of bread or a fried egg. I haven't decided yet, and I'm still not sure I even want to feed him yet, he looks so pretty skinny like he is now. I always get hard when I see his hips jut out when he lays down, or when his spine and ribs show when he bends down or turns away from me. The people he was captured by before had fed him too much, stuffed him like a turkey on thanksgiving till he was completely unattractive to everyone around him.

Which gives me another reason to have the full right to have him, because who else would want such a ugly boy all fat looking? But now, now that he looked so pretty, he was all mine to only see.

I'm a smart man, I know my tactics well,

Timothy______,

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Niall could feel a buzz in his ears, and he slowly found himself opening his eyes, them dry now from the amount of crying he had done. There was a ceiling fan that he was met with, it spinning around blowing nice cool air into his battered face. But it was making him extremely dizzy as he kept on staring at it, and he immediately shut his eyes tightly.

He was happy he shut them in time though, because he could hear footsteps coming from the hallway, echoing around the home until finally moving into the room. He wanted to look dead, or maybe just lay here limp till the man thought he was no longer useful and then throw him into some dumpster.

But there was so many other situations that could go horribly, horribly wrong with his decision, so once again, he decided to make the man happy and open his eyes, trying to focus more on the ceiling itself, not the fan.

"Ah, you're awake my lovely. We had a little bit of a bump in the road yesterday, but couples fight all the time yeah? Even soulmates, so let's put that behind us and you can learn to smarten up and never do that again, okay?" The man was smiling the whole time he spoke, and he looked so cheery about all this, a true trait to being a psychopath.

But Niall had nodded in understanding anyway, because he knew enough now to never piss off a psychopath.

"Good! Now why don't I get some food into you yeah? You look a little too pale for my liking, and I'll grab you some water also." The man clapped his hands together, making Niall flinch and slowly try to move his body up into a sitting position, but he immediately felt dizzy, and throw-up rose to his throat, making him flop back down onto the bed.

"Stay there love, catch your breath. I'll go get the food and then we can have a cute little date. Oh, that's a good idea huh? Our second proper date!" The man didn't even give the blond a look as he rushed out of the room, the sound of him rushing down the stairs was heard and slowly faded out till Niall couldn't hear anything.

But the blond didn't make any moves to do anything when the man was gone, there really wasn't any escape but smashing out the window and jumping to his death. And his plan wasn't to die for god sakes, it was just to simply escape. Also, it wasn't like he was in the best condition to take the risk anyways, with a sore bum, a bruised and battered body plus a broken leg, then the dizziness that was completely taking over him from the air-loss.