Adopted By Him..

Part 20

*A week later // Brendons POV*

"Damien!" I shout. "School, come on!"

No answer.

"Damien!" I shout louder, making Sarah shout at me from the kitchen.

Still no answer. I take a deep sigh, before walking upstairs and to his room, gripping the door handle. I open his door, to find he's not there, so I stand there, confused. 

I hear footsteps coming towards me, so I sharply turn around, and see Sarah stood at the top of the stairs, a worried expression plastered on her face.

"Babe?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

Her eyes glossed over. She slightly sniffed before answering. "He's gone, Bren. He's gone."

"Damien?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.

She nodded, before running upto me and slinging her arms around my neck, sobbing into the crook of my neck.

*Damiens POV*

I groaned, and rubbed my temples. A headache to start the day, awesome. I attempted to open my eyes, but they quickly clamped shut as there was a bright light placed directly infront of me.

"Well, well." A voice echoed through this mysterious place. "Look who we got back."

Oh, fuck.

I groaned softly, before attempting opening my eyes again. Luckily, the light was dimmed, so I could open my eyes, but I still squinted.

I heard a door screech open, and shut, before a voice echoed through the room. And I knew that voice like the back of my hand.

"Didn't I tell you 3 to wait until I got back? You're already unzipping your pants, eager shits." They snapped. I winced slightly.

"Sorry boss." They said in unison. "We couldn't wait, you were gone forever!"

I hear them sigh, "You all have some shitty excuses, you know?"

I hear a soft 'sorry' come from 2 of them, before heavy footsteps approached me. I looked up to see James stood there, arms crossed, and a smirk on his face. The other 2 approached soon, same expression plastered on their faces, but their boss stayed back. I could tell by their faces, this was forced.

*5 minutes later*

A clap shocked the 4 of us, making me hit my head on the shelf I sat underneath.

"Come on! Get to work, or I'll do it myself!" They all refused to move, but they eventually did.
They slowly unzipped their pants, and pulled them down, leaving their boxers in place.

Their faces screamed sadness, I could tell they didn't want to do this. They didn't want to hurt me.
"Sorry." James whispered in my ear, before ripping my shirt off, leaving me exposed in my binder. Dang, that shirt was clean on.

The other 2 stood back, not wanting to do anything, but a loud cough sent them closer to me. 

"We don't want to hurt you." Noah whispered.
"We really don't." Lucas finished. I nod slightly.

They softly, but aggressively unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down. They left my boxers in place, thankfully.

*25 minutes later*

They've done it. I'm a panting mess slouched under the shelf, not wanting to move due to extreme pain shooting through my lower area.

"Fuck," I winced. "That hurt."

James and Lucas forced a laugh, and Noah walked over to his 'boss', a fake smirk on his face.

I overheard their conversation. And there's more. Alot more.

"Right, all of you, get out." He said sternly. I played dumb, and stood up, but he came over and shoved me back under the shelf. "Not you, I'm not done with you yet."

He walked away, and over to the other 3. They give me apologetic looks, before shuffling out of the door, softly closing it behind them.

He came back over to me again, and I saw his features once again. His stubble, scruffy hair, his ocean blue eyes.

"We meet again, Damien."

I sighed, "We sure do, Dallon."

(A/N - Oh damn. Also thank y'all for 200 reads! I forgot to say it in the last chapter oop)