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  Luke sat on the floor of the dark and dull room, pulling at the chain that was connected to his wrist, mumbling to himself.

"You can't just keep me chained up my entire life... I'm a person. I deserve to be treated like one..." he still felt the buzz of the drug flowing through his veins after his morning dosage, and everything in the room seemed to be twisting and waving. One thought continued to run through Luke's mind. A name. Calum. He began muttering the boy's name in his dazed state, wanting to get to his boyfriend. He wanted to feel his strong arms holding him, petting his hair. His soft voice telling him it will all be fine because they were in love. But he was worried he'd never see the Kiwi boy again.

Michael walked into the room, carrying a platter of food as he hummed a soft tune.

"Eat up, baby boy. G decided that you'll get one meal per week and one meal only, so you better enjoy this." Luke barely heard a word.

"Calum," he muttered. "Cal... Calum..."

"Who the hell is Cay-lum?" Michael asked bitterly. Luke snapped out of his daze and looked up at Michael.

"Calum," he corrected quietly. "M-my boyfriend. Calum..." he looked back at the ground with distant eyes. He was breaking into a fit of insanity.

"Boyfriend? Not on my watch..." Michael stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving behind the tray to call his brother. "G. When you get back in town I have a little assignment for you... I need you to get rid of this 'Calum' character."

As he made his call, he had no idea that Luke sobered up enough to notice the butter knife on the tray. He took it and smirked, trying to pick the lock on his shackles. He heard footsteps approaching and quickly dropped it to the ground behind him
He picked up a piece of toast and started to eat.

"Now that that's out of the way, let's talk about the plan for today... basically I'm going to make you cry and scream and beg for mercy, and then you're going to beg for more, in that order. So eat up, you have a big big day ahead of you. I'll be back in half an hour..." he turned and walked out of the room. Luke shuddered and looked down at the dragon burned into his skin. He didnt want to go through anymore torture, anymore pain. He didnt think he could handle it. He put down the piece of toast and grabbed his knife again, starting to pick at the lock once again. He slid the knife between his shackle and his wrist and fought to open it, ignoring the pain of the dull blade cutting his skin. Finally he heard a click, and the metal cuff fell to the floor. He stood up and ran over to one of the closed drawers, pulling it open. He grabbed on of the blades they used to torture him and grabbed his flannel shirt, pulling it on. He crept over to the door and pushed it open, looking out the small crack. He saw Michael standing in a well furnished living room, facing away and talking on the phone.

"No I know, just kill him! We don't need this Calum kid getting in our way." Luke's breath hitched in his throat. "Fine whatever. Just kill him and make it hurt." He started walking down a flight of steps. Luke didnt hesitate. He walked out of his room, closing the door behind him and quietly walked into the living room. He ran over to the front door and pulled it open, instantly hit by a wave of cold air. He didnt care. He went outside, closing the door behind him and he started running. The snow was cold underneath his barefeet. He ran as fast as he could. Walls of snow taller than himself surrounded him, seeming to form a maze. He couldnt see the house anymore, just the smoke rising from the chimney.

"Luke! Come on baby boy! Don't leave me!" Michael shouted. His voice seemed to come from all sides at once. He seemed desperate. The boy  didnt stop. He kept running, faster and father, going deeper into the snowy forest, and getting himself more and more lost in their maze. He was freezing now, beginning to lose all feeling in his limbs. His lips were a pale blue color. One simple thought echoed through the boy's mind. He had to save Calum.

"Luke! It's not too late to come back! Don't Make this harder on yourself!" He tripped and fell onto the snowy ground, but he noticed. The walls were getting shorter now. He pulled himself up and limped through. He tripped again, but caught himself on a tree. He could see through the tall dead trees to the road where cars were speeding by. He tried calling out for help, but his voice came out cracked and silent. He stumbled forward, so close to his freedom, before he felt two arms wrap around him from behind. He opened his mouth to scream, but a hand clapped over it as he was pulled back he fought as best as he could, but he was so weak. All hope fled from his body and he went limp as he was pulled back, being dragged back to his living hell.