I'm back hi
actually I got back a while ago but I just finished this now smh
I had this idea while I was gone and I decided to do a one-shot
it's only seven pages but it's literally 1,764 words wattpad stinks
there will be a part two to this, I can promise you that
(also I have no idea about the title I couldn't think of anything else)
~Ansley
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Scott walks through the streets, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes on the ground. He's so intent on keeping his eyes down that he doesn't notice the other man watching him from the shadows.
Quick as a flash, the man darts out and grabs Scott's arm, yanking him into the alleyway and clamping his hand over his mouth. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice," the man murmurs in Scott's ear, and Scott stomps on the man's foot. He hisses in pain but doesn't remove his hand, shaking it off and speaking again. "Okay. Fine," the man mutters, yanking something out of his pocket with his free hand, "the hard way."
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Scott blinks himself awake, his head pounding and his vision momentarily gone. He sleepily looks around as his eyes focus, and he can make out a small figure standing directly in front of him. Scott's gaze hardens, fully alert, and he can finally see the man he assumed kidnapped him.
"What the f*ck, man?! Why would you kidnap me?! I have a job, and friends that would worry, and—"
"That's enough."
Scott, surprisingly, falls silent. The man walks forward into the light, and Scott realizes how attractive he is.
Stop it, Scott. You hate him.
"My name is Mitch, but you are to call me Daddy," the man says, and Scott's eyes widen. Mitch smirks slightly, walking closer to him and reaching out to lightly trail his fingers along Scott's jawline. "No. I'm kidding. Although you are very attractive and I wish I could—" Mitch cuts himself off, his eyes unfocused and his fingers still resting on Scott's jaw. Scott's eyes widen fearfully. "What? You wish you could what? You're not going to- to use me, are you?" he stammers, and Mitch snaps out of it, pulling his hand to his chest and letting his fingers curl into themselves. "Of course not. And I'll do my best to make sure no one else will, either." He walks away from Scott to a window, drawing the curtains away and letting light in. "However," Mitch continues, "I'm not one hundred percent sure my protection will always suffice, so you must be prepared for anything." Scott bites his lip nervously, but doesn't say anything else. Mitch turns to face him again, a sad smile on his lips. "I'm going to get you some food. I'll be right back," he says, and opens the door, slips out, and closes it softly behind him.
Mitch takes a few deep breaths, his fingers still resting on the handle. Okay, Mitch. Calm down. He hates you, and won't ever love you, so get that fantasy out of your head. "Is he in there?" a voice growls, and Mitch's head snaps up to come face to face with a huge, muscly man in his late thirties. Mitch straightens up immediately at the sight of him. "Yes," he says formally, but if you listen closely you could hear an edge to his voice. "Can I see him?" the man says hungrily, his gaze focused on the door. "No," Mitch says, and behind him his fingers tighten on the door handle. The man's gaze snaps back to Mitch. "What did you say?" he growls dangerously, but Mitch isn't fazed. "I said no," he repeats patiently. "Why not?" the large man asks angrily, but again, Mitch isn't fazed. "Because," he snaps, "I'm not about to let you go in there and put your dirty hands all over him when he's already terrified." The man smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. "Too bad I'm the boss." He shoves Mitch out of the way as easily as though he were a fly he was swatting, and Mitch falls to the floor. While he's down, the man yanks open the door and walks inside.
