Freedom - Lashton ✔

Chapitre Un

Polly wants a cracker

I think I should get off her first

I think she wants some water

To put out the blow torch

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Ashton sat tied to the wooden post, which everyone thought would hold his death upon. His family was in complete distress after he was taken away from his friend, Calum. All after going to a rock concert. It was meant to be fun, but for Ashton, it was anything but.

Ashton snapped open his eyes, when hearing the door to the basement open. "Well, well, well. Look who's awake." Ashton whimpered, as last night (he guessed) was raped. It was the worst of them all too. The man who took him, who's name he still didn't know, was anything but gentle.

All he had was the band shirt from about a week ago, that he wore to the concert. His boxers were stripped of his tan skin, along with the black skinny jeans.

The man walked over to Ashton who was still currently tied. The only time he got untied was to be raped, go to the bathroom, or eat. He had a gag in his mouth, so he couldn't talk. Only make muffled sounds and whimpers.

The man crouched down, and pulled the gag away from Ashton's mouth. Ashton opened his mouth to talk, but his kidnapper beat him to it. "Talk without my permission, or I'll get the blow torch." And that quickly shut him up. He didn't want to add more burns to his 'collection' on his tan skin.

It couldn't get any worse for Ashton, in his mind. If he died, he would be put out of all this pain. He has been tortured, raped multiple times, and abducted at gun point.

The kidnapper went around the post, grabbing at the rope until it came undone. Ashton pulled his wrists away, to start rubbing at them. He was thankful he was somewhat free, but then quickly remembered what happened when he got untied.

Rape, food, or the bathroom.

Ashton hoped it was anything but the first one.

The man grabbed Ashton and pulled him out of the basement. And let's just say it wasn't the second or third idea.