Yurio's P. O. V
I stared blankly at him, emphasising my distaste for the situation at hand. I was hoping he'd get the message, but it seemed as though he hadn't.
"What's that look for kitten?" he bent down to my level. His hand lightly brushed my cheek as he went to cup my chin.
I moved my head slightly to avoid making contact with him.
"Come on now kitten, you know you can tell me anything."
Oh my fucking God will you just take a damn hint I don't even fucking know you, stop being such a cunt waffle. Thoughts echoed around my head. Some were various insults I was prepared to throw at him on the drop of a pin, others were escape plans, plots and questions.
I couldn't take it anymore, the way he just expected me to talk, despite my defiance. "I DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW YOU!!! DON'T EXPECT ME TO UNDERSTAND ANYTHING OR TALK!!!" I released all my pent up anger at him. If he claimed to know me so well, then why did he look so shocked? I was notorious for flying into uncontrollable rages without so much as a warning sign. Smashing plates, breaking windows, threats and punches were normal for me. "I FUCKING HATE YOU ALREADY AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU YET!!! WHY DID YOU JUST TAKE ME?!?! YOU COULD'VE JUST ASKED ME!!!"
I heard him chuckling to himself, the sound rough like sandpaper scraping my eardrums. He laughed as though I was being stupid, like I had missed something. This just made me angrier, causing me to shake with rage.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS SO FUNNY TO YOU HUH?!?!" I was genuinely shaking now, almost boiling over with anger and distaste for the man that stood before me.
"Why, my dear Yura, you are." (WHY DOES HE REMIND ME OF THE GOURMET FROM TOKYO GHOUL THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER THE NAME OF HOLY SHIT!!!) He said calmly, almost mockingly to me. I could tell he was enjoying this, annoying me, watching me suffer like this. I hated every minute of this, of him.
"You want me to untie you, right?"
I nodded meekly in response, I was too annoyed to even bother with a snarky, anger fuelled or sarcastic response.
"Then be a good little kitten and behave for me, alright? I need you to be quiet for me and stay in here while I get something. Then, I'll come back and untie you, okay?"
Again, I nodded. I just wanted to be untied already.
He swiftly left the room, not giving me so much as a second glance. I thought about home, my so-called friends and the eventful things that happened in our lives.
Flashback Time in Third Person
"Hey guys!" Chris strutted his way into the club, managed to captivate the attention of everyone there. He just so happened to own the most famous strip club in this part of Moscow, and the Swiss spared no expensive in making it the best.
Yuri always felt at home in places like this, the ones owned by his fellow criminals... If you would call them that, more like underground shady people.
"Hey Giacometti, what's up?"
The older male just smirked slightly and replied "Right this way Plisetsky."
He led the younger boy into the back room, where a scantily clad girl was waiting for him.
"Knock yourself out Plisetsky, but remember," he pulled the blonde a bit closer to him "Only a lap dance, you're still 13 and I personally don't want to be on the receiving end of one of Nikiforov's rages of he finds out you had sex."
"Thanks Chris. Don't worry, I'm gay anyway." the pre teen smiled before sitting back down on the bench the girl sat on.
End of really short flashback
Yurio's P. O. V again
I couldn't help but smile at the memory. I was only 13 at the time, but already had a strong network of friends and a life that many would envy. It wasn't all fun and games though, I had to work hard to get where I was, and there were many consequences. One of which I was facing now.
I was the target of many people, whether I wanted the affection or not. They always sought me out as an impossible prize or trophy.
I was roused from my thoughts by the sound of a door opening and footsteps walking towards me...
Hey guys...
THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE SMUTTY SO PLEASE WAIT FOR A WEEK BECAUSE I NEED TO WRITE SMUT WITHOUT CRINGING AND CRYING!!!!
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FanficWhen Yuri saw Otabek, he never thought he'd end up being Otabek's play toy, let alone in a relationship with the famous gang member. But little did he know, that's exactly what happened.
