Heyllo Wattpaders!!!!
Good to meet ya again! Okay, I'm crazy, nuts, crack, whatever.
I've got this idea to publish another story but its kinda big and it's slow.. I've started on the prologue but I have no idea when the whole thing will be over. So, if you guys somehow come across my story, please go to my profile and see if another story is there... (I don't know when I'll be able to publish it!)
Chapter 25's here with (maybe) drama and (perhaps) romance... VOTE AND COMMENT!!!
EnJoy!
Ray's Pov
"Jordan!" I screamed as I watched him fall to the ground with a light thud. Didn't he weigh anything?
I ran to him as fast as I could and knelt down beside him but was instantly knocked aside by his... friend, Joe. The guy instantly took Jordan into his arms and rocked him quietly. Is he trying to wake the guy or make him fall into a deeper sleep?
"Hey! Move over! Let me see him," I shouted at Joe who promptly ignored me.
I knelt down beside Jordan again and reached out to shake him awake. Joe swatted it away. I grabbed him by the collar and he tried to punch me when I caught hold of his fist.
"Stop!" I yelled at him. He instantly went slack, dropping Jordan to the floor. For a moment, I wanted to go to him but I had to deal with this guy. And now.
"What did Zeke tell you to do?" I asked him gently, not releasing the grip on his hand. He bowed his head, staring at his feet and mumbled,
"With Jordan, sir."
"Well, Tris will take you right to the kitchens and you can work there. Go on! I'll send Jordan when he wakes up."
Or not.
"Yes, sir," Joe muttered and bowing one last time, followed Tris out through the corridors. I knelt down and picked up Jordan. Oh my God, he literally weighed nothing. Am I on the Moon?
I took him to a guest room. I didn't want Zeke to see me tending to a slave. Normally, I think I wouldn't have done this but Jordan seems so different. Like I've known him my whole life and have treated him before.
I laid him on the bed. His breathing was normal. Maybe, he was just exhausted. He probably needed some sleep. Or...
"R-Ray?" I heard a mumble. My head snapped up and I stared directly at Jordan. His eyes were so unusual. Green and blue. He looked... adorable.
He quickly sat up but groaned and fell back. "I mean, sir?" he quickly corrected himself.
"Yes?" I asked him gently.
"What am I doing here, sir?" His voice was delicate, soft.
"You fainted. I'm surprised that you woke up so soon. Were you up all night?"
"I... I.. sir, No.. no, sir, I w-wasn't," he stuttered.
Shit. His stuttering was giving me a hard-on. I could already feel the tightness in my jeans. But Zeke...
I couldn't be kind to this boy. He was nothing but a slave. He was... cute but I loved Zeke now. This slave was nothing but a worthless piece of shit. And so, he would be treated like a worthless piece of shit. (A/N: Don't you dare hate Ray!!! Please... It's not him!)
"You better go back to your duties, slave," I said, harshly. Jor... no, the slave, was taken aback by the tone of my voice. He quickly got up from the bed and bowed before starting to leave. I caught hold of his arm tightly before he left and pulled him towards me.
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Handcuffed To A Gay Guy
Teen Fiction"It's the fire. It doesn't burn me." Ray Ashton is seventeen, gay and a ragged survivor on the streets. Kicked out by his father and drastically shocked by the death of his mother, Ray lives each day of his life in the clutches of cold and dreadful...
