Twenty-one-year-old, Harry Styles, was fascinated by the sixteen-year-old, Louis Tomlinson, who happened to be walking in the wrong part of town at the wrong time.
And, that's how it all begins . . .
Louis' eyelashes fluttered as his eye lids moved upwards, letting himself take in his surroundings. He was sitting on a wooden chair, handcuffs attached to his wrists and to the chair. He had a ball gag on, and his ankles were tied to the chair with rope. The room he was currently in, it was small and very plain.
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The boy screamed, terrified, but only a loud muffled sound was heard.
Louis heard the door to the room being unlocked, it swung open and the man who kidnapped him walked in, "hello, doll. I see you've woken up. I must admit, I hit your head against the wall a little too harshly, my bad," he chuckled and stopped walking as he, now, stood in front of the boy.
The man had curly, brown hair, milky-white skin, and plump lips. Louis could see every detail of the man, now.
After the stranger mentioned to Louis about his head getting whacked, the back of his head instantly started to throb, he let out a whimper from the pain.
"Does your head hurt, now, doll?" the tall lad asked, knowingly, he extended his hand out and began to caress the blue-eyed boy's left cheek.
The curvy lad whimpered. He wanted to get away from this mad man who was holding him captive.
"I quite admire your beautiful features," the other lad with the pad of his thumb, he ran it along Louis' bottom lip, "you're like a doll, baby boy. You are so beautiful, so fragile, and so small. You belong to me, now," he dropped his hand back down to his side.
Tears pricked at the brim of the small boy's eyes, he blinked, the tears fell down his cheeks and he looked down at the ground.
"I love when my victims beg for me to let them go, but there's a difference when it comes to you, doll. You aren't my victim, you're my toy."
Louis' head snapped up at those last few words the man said, more tears fell down his cheeks and he squirmed around in the chair.
"Stop moving around," the green-eyed lad harshly gripped the feathery haired boy's chin, "if you keep moving, I'll harshly punish you," he laughs at the look of fear in the other lad's eyes, "now, lets take this gag off you," he unlatched the strap to the gag and took it off.
"W-why?" Louis cries, "why me?"
"I've already told you this before. I want you for your beauty, and that's it. I'll do as I please with you."
"Please, no! I want to go home!"
A hand harshly slapped the boy's cheek, causing him to let out a yelp, "don't ever raise your voice at me, again."
"I-I . . . I'm sorry."
"You're going to learn who's in charge here."
"N-no, you don't need to teach me, I know you're the one in charge. Please, don't? Don't hurt me!" Louis cried, tears falling down his flushed cheeks, he thrashed around in the chair, he was trying to break free.
"I told you not to move," the tall lad said, darkly, he sat down on the boy's lap, his legs on either side of the chair, "you're going to be taught a lesson. That lesson is . . . do as your master says."
"M-master?"
"Yes. Do you know who that is?"
The blue-eyed lad whimpered, "y-you. You're the . . . you're the master."
"Good boy. Now, how about that punishment?"
"What? No, no, no. Please, don't do this to me!"
"Too bad" the curly haired man replied, coldly.
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