Ashton pulled Luke roughly away from the entrance from the kitchen and into the living room.
Luke was given no choice but to go with it. He already felt a little numbness in his hands, and that was echoed in his mind. There was little hope of him getting home, ever, if he resisted.
Ashton half led, half dragged, Luke to the staircase, but didn't ascend.
"After this, you're gonna think twice about trying to leave - I'm trying to help you."
Luke didn't speak. What was he supposed to be expecting?
Ashton turned his back on Luke for several seconds unbolting the cupboard under the stairs.
Luke didn't need to be told what was happening. He was too afraid to back away, or even speak up now.
Beginning to already feel a sense of helplessness, he knew that Ashton was in utter control.
Hemmings didn't move towards Ashton, nor did he move away. He just stood where he was in a fearful silence.
It was several seconds before Ashton turned back to Luke and suddenly grabbed him again.
Luke instinctively tried to rip his arms away from Ashton, but stopped himself as best he could.
Ashton was right - Luke should be thankful for him.
"Look, I - I'm sorry," Luke mumbled, in hope it would help the situation. It didn't.
Ashton wrenched Luke forward, despite mild protest from Hemmings. He didn't want to accept quite what was happening to him.
Before he knew it, Ashton had forced Luke into the dark confined space under the stairs and slammed the door, bolting it also.
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On Contract • Lashton AU
FanfictionTwenty-three year old Ashton Irwin lead a relatively normal life in California. Rarely seen without his leather jacket, the aura surrounding him is one of sex, drugs and rock and roll. Born and raised in a Christian suburb in Sydney, he knew nothing...
