Blinded In Chains -Synacky-

Chapter 7

It was hours before Brian appeared again. Hours.

I had no idea what the time was, or what day it was, or what the weather was like. I was seriously starting to go fucking crazy, and the claustrophobia was closing in on me. I'd close my eyes and then when I opened them again, the room would appear even smaller.

But I assumed, after what must have been at least six hours (I couldn't tell though, my concept of time was just gone), the door was flung open and Brian slowly descended the stairs. He held a plate of what looked like pop tarts, and another cup of coffee. I heard my stomach growl desperately at the sight of food.

It seemed to me now, that it was morning. Brian had been gone for ages and he appeared tired, worn out, and stressed. But I could tell he'd been sleeping. The overly-mussed up hair gave it away.

It was odd, as he approached me, that I felt no extra fear. I didn't cower, I didn't flinch. Maybe it was something to do with the warm, apologetic smile on his thin lips.

'I'm sorry I took so long Zack, you must be starving!' He placed the pop tarts and coffee by my side before kneeling down to face me. 'Eat up quickly and then I'll let you have a shower, alright? Good boy.' He planted a light kiss on my forehead, before turning on his heel and leaving the room quickly.

I raised an eyebrow in surprise at his words- he was going to let me shower? Hmm, probably not. He was almost certainly saying that just to make me eat.

And who was I to ignore the food not two feet away from me? I was too hungry and I knew from the last time he gave me food that he hadn't drugged it.

I obeyed Brian's words and ate quickly, wolfing down the food yet savouring it like it was the last meal I'd ever have... Well, who knows? I gulped down the coffee quickly too, feeling more energy fill my body with each mouthful that I took. Thank God for caffeine, eh?

I had almost completely drained the cup, when I heard the door being opened again. I looked up, swallowing the last of the coffee and wiping the side of my mouth as I watched Brian descend the stairs.

'You finished?' He asked me, and then smiled as he eyed the empty plate and cup in front of me. 'Ah, good. Now come on, time to get you clean.' He made a motion towards the door with his hand, but for some reason I couldn't make myself move. Brian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for a few seconds.

'Come on, Zack, there's nothing to be scared of, I promise. I'm only taking care of you, I'm not going to hurt you. Come on.' He gestured to the door again, and I slowly managed to haul myself up from the floor. Brian instantly grabbed hold of my upper arm as I swayed on my feet, the blood rushing to my legs and throwing me off balance. I looked up at him as he caught me, and he smiled warmly again.

'I'm gonna have to hold onto you, okay? I don't want you making a run for it. I trust you and all, but you know. Gotta take precautions.' I said nothing, nodding weakly as Brian started to walk up the stairs, towards the door.

'Why are you being so nice to me?' I asked bravely, even though my voice was almost silent. Brian chuckled, rubbing my shoulder gently as he opened the door.

'Because, I want you. And if I'm going to keep you then I have to take care of you.' He said no more, continuing to walk with me in tow. His words sent chills down my spine, and not the good kind either. As he dragged me along with him, I took that chance to take in my surroundings.

We walked through the living room, which was quite generously furnished. There was a huge leather couch, paintings on the walls, a large coffee table in the centre of the room and a massive flat-screen TV, among other small things. But as we walked past the kitchen and towards the stairs, I realized that the place was a freaking mess. There were cigarette butts and beer bottles everywhere, loose bits of paper and stray bits of everyday trash littered the carpeted floors.

Brian pulled on my arm slightly, pulling me out of the slight trance I'd fallen into whilst staring at the many things around the house. 'Come on, Zack,' Brian said almsot impatiently, and I reluctantly followed him up the winding staircase.

The house was huge, and I got the impression it was somewhere between a house and a mansion. I could tell that Brian was rich but, I don't think he's happy.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours of my pointless daydreaming, Brian stopped in front of one of many doors that lined the upstairs hallway.

'Come on,' he said again, pushing the door open to reveal, I assume, his bedroom. He gestured to the door on the other side of the room, and as we neared it I realized it was the ensuite bathroom.

'Fresh towels are on the radiator, shampoo and all that stuff's already in the shower. Take

your time, I'll be here.' He sat himself on his bed and smiled at me, once again motioning to the bathroom. 'Go on.'

I nodded, wanting to thank him but not able to find my voice. I was so nervous, so uncomfortable around him. But I wasn't scared that much... That has to be good, right?

I walked hurriedly into the bathroom and shut the door, flicking the lightswitch upwards and looking around. A toilet, a shower, a sink. Good enough for me.

*

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes almost popped out of my head.

Brian was laying in his bed, the sheets coming up to his hips, propped up on one elbow and looking me in the eyes with his insanely captivating brown ones. My eyes instantly landed on his torso, the pure perfection making me want to cry. His toned, defined chest looked none too different from that of a Greek god, and his beautifully sculpted arms were inked shoulder-to-wrist with swirls of colours and shapes.

'Like what you see?' He drawled seductively, noticing that I was staring at his angle-carved body. I immediately, and reluctantly, tore my eyes from his chest.

'Uh....' I couldn't speak, partly out of awe and partly because I was still salivating over the sight of his bare chest. Okay what the hell, I'm not fucking gay!

'Come here,' Brian said quietly, shifting over in the double bed to leave a space next to him for me to sit. I ran a hand through my dripping wet hair and slowly approached him, doing my best to keep my eyes away from his body.

I eventually reached the bed, and I nervously sat myself next to him. He pulled himself up into a sitting posistion and continued to gaze into my eyes, his piercing stare penetrating the very depths of my soul.

'Remember,' he whispered, his lips now hovering above mine. 'It comes naturally... Relax.'