Mm. . .so tired. What a good nap I’m taking for then I haven’t been sleeping for the past night since I made my journey towards to mother’s area.
Nn, my head is throbbing but why is it? I can’t seem to remember why…maybe it was a lack of sleep? And I feel kind of sick, my stomach is churning and I also feel kind of nausea. I feel like throwing up too. . .
SPLASH! SPLASH!
I felt cold water on my face, dripping down to my body. That made me wake up instantly and my vision still blurred but it was coming back quickly. I felt lightheaded as well and the water droplets on my lashes dripped down, making me flinch. I coughed and felt my nose and my throat burn when the water splashed on to me.
In front of me were four guys. I shivered at the icy water on me and noticed that my wrists were cuffed tightly. Trying to pull my arms freely, noises of what sounded like rusted chains were heard. I widened my eyes in fear and turned around, realizing on was on my knees against a stone wall where the chains were hooked against it. The chains that were connected to the cuffs were making my arms hang up high so I was unable to break free.
SPLASH!
Another wave of water hit my head and the water went into my nose and mouth again, burning it as I coughed and gag. My shirt was wet severely and I felt it clinging on to my body. It was cold and then suddenly, another splash of water hit my abdomen and below. That was freezing and I gasped, closing my legs together.
“Ah!” I muttered. My body felt cold. I coughed and looked up, seeing water droplets dangling on my eyelashes. I shivered more violently.
“Well well, if it isn’t bunny boy. Did you enjoy the water? Huh?” said one of the guys, who seem to be the leader and I glanced at him from head to toe as well as the others.
They were the boys who were making out in the cemetery while I was praying to my father’s graves. They looked at me with eyes that expresses something devious going onto their mind. My heart raced in fear and stupid as I was, I knew I shouldn’t have gone to butt into their business but at the same time, I cannot let them disrespect the peace for the souls in the graves.
“W-Where is this place?” I said, stammering. The leader bent down to my eye level and placed his fingers on my chin, lifting it up in a rough jerking way. “Nn!” I muttered in pain.
“You’re beautiful, in every way I see. Oh yes? Did you just asked where you’re at? Oh, let me answer that for you. You see, you’re no longer in the town anymore.” He snickered and fearkicked inside of me. “We’re far away from the town, more like we are underground at the path that leads to City of London. We are underground in the territory of the Father of Blood.” He said icily and I gasped, jerking my head back.
“F-Father of Blood? For what reason are you in his territory!?” I said and he grabbed my jaw, squeezing it. I winced in pain and twitch at his grasp.
“You know, this little mouth knows how to talk doesn’t it? Maybe it needs a little training.” He said, smirking maliciously and I shuddered.
“Hey Hougla, quit touching him. He’s going to be back any sooner.” said the smaller one, the one who was penetrated in the cemetery. The leader turned back to him and glared at him and suddenly, released me. My jaw felt tight and I lowered my head down.
“Yeah. Since it was his idea to kidnap this boy and give it to him.” He said and I looked at him. So it was someone plans to kidnap me? Who would think such a thing? I gasped silently. Not unless, it was the Cathedral. . ?
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My Pet-Slave [ Boy X Boy ]
Genç Kurgu+ And yes, I did draw the cover for this story. Dedicated to one of my sweet friends. c': And the song that goes with it is totally kinky--lol. + In the tiny town of an area near London, the amateur Priest, Akidu had to go to the opposite side of th...