Prince Among Mortals (Boyxboy)

Chapter 5

 Adrien screamed as the gun barrel pressed against his head and hear the trigger being pulled.

 But nothing happened. Adrien snapped his eyes opened and silently thanking God as the gun was lowered. His father laughed like an insane maniac. 

“Did you really think that I would kill you?” He laughed again and slapped Adrien’s back. It stung badly. Mr. Horn let his hand stay there for a moment then lifted it up, admiring the blood that stained it. “This is my blood. Your blood Adrien, is my blood as well. Piss me off again and I may very well kill you. Your mother and I could always have another child, or adoption. I’m sure those kids would be glad to receive my love.” He hit Adrien upside the head with his hand, then he licked the blood off his hand.

Adrien coward.

His love?! Gag me with a spoon, he was a monster! And that was the last straw for Adrien. Mr. Horn laughed as he cut the rope, then his cell rang.

“Hello? Ah, Mr. Belmont, how can I help you today?” Mr. Horn asked as he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. “A shipment? Oh that shipment. . . . .”

Adrien sat up carefully and pulled the ropes of his wrists. The infuriated red skin had deep indentations from the rope and were slightly bleeding. He trembled and looked away. He reached behind his head and took off the gag and coughed as the sweet feeling of blood rushed through his mouth again. Tossing rope and gaga into his wastebasket, he laid back down on his stomach and cried his remaining tears.

His throat was sore; no doubt he’d lost his voice for a while. He felt weak from loosing blood that sat on his back and was lightheaded. Nap first, he thought, then bath. Then. . . .then murder.

“That’s right. It’s now or never,” said Teddy. “His truck might be in the garage. Think you can do something with that? What do you have to lose?”

With an idea tugging at his mind and the sound of the door opening, Adrien fell asleep.

* * *

That night, Adrien awoke to the quietness of the night. All the pain in his back had subsided, no doubt he had to thank his “father” for that. His father always did that, hurting him then taking care of him. What a sick twisted mind Mr. Horn had. Adrien slipped out of bed and got dress and packed a few things in his bag. He headed down stairs and slipping on his shoes and jacket, he headed out into the chilled night. With his bag in hand, he stopped near the mailbox and hid the bag in the bushes, then he headed into the garage.

The black truck sat in the cool, dark garage. Adrien slowly lifted up the garage door only to where he could slide in. Sliding in, he turned on the light and immediately got to work. He searched the area for a long, clear, flexible tube and got lucky. The next item was a gasoline container. A few were stored in the corner but sadly they were empty. No matter though, they would get the job done.

Adrien took these items over to the truck and opened the cover to the tank. He unscrewed the cap and fed the tube inside. Then he squat down, opened the container and put the tube to his mouth and quickly sucked. Gasoline came down the tube and into his mouth. He quickly put the tube into the container and spitted out the nasty vial liquid and watched the rest flow into the container.

When he got all that he could from the truck, he screwed the cap on the container and closed the cap to the tank. He had to make sure that nothing was out of the ordinary otherwise the investigators would get suspicious.

He headed back inside the house like a mouse. At the foot of the sitars, he tapped the first step to make sure it didn’t squeak and stepped upon it. He did this to every one and skipped over the steps when he could.

At the top of the stairs, he listened. The heavy snoring that filled the hall meant that his father was in deep sleep. Chills of glee tingled through Adrien’s body. No more would he suffer, no more would he be “loved” by his father.

He softly walked down the hall, stopped for a moment to listen, then headed into the master bedroom. His father snored loudly that Adrien used this as cover by timing his steps as he made way further into the room with the gasoline splashing in the container. The snoring quiet down and he froze immediately as he heard movement.

He craned his neck towards the bed and a blur of a figure plowed into him. The container of gasoline knocked out of his hands and he fell to the floor. A pair of arms slid like snakes around his throat, holding him in a choker hold.

“What are you planing to do with that gasoline boy?” Mr. Horn hissed. “That desperate to kill me, are you?”

The air in Adrien’s lungs became heavy and with no fresh air coming in, it was like a ballon was about to burst inside of him. He grabbed his father’s wrists and wiggled his legs underneath his father’s stomach, all the while Mr. Horn was adding pressure around Adrien’s throat.

“Don’t you know how lucky you are to have someone like me to love you?” Mr. Horn asked. “Don’t you?!”

With all his might, Adrien snapped his legs into his father’s stomach and groin. Mr. Horn’s grip loosened, giving Adrien the much need air to his lungs and time for the redhead to throw a punch. It hit but it didn’t stop Mr. Horn for long. He slammed his son’s arms against the floor, then used his knees to trap Adrien’s hips.

“You owe your very existence to me boy. I give you a roof over your head, food, warm, and a place to sleep. Are you that mental to kill your own father?”

“You’re a monster!” Adrien struggled to free himself, but it was useless. He knew what would happen next. . . . .maybe. There were a few choices: first, his father could kill him—which would be a relief if it would (but won’t) ever happen; second, Mr. Horn could knock him out and have his way with him; or third, Adrien’s father would do as he pleased without knocking Adrien out.

Adrien shuddered at the thought.

He was so close. This close to killing the monster. Now Adrien knew he had to strike quicker and relentless. Screw the fire, this demon knew, he knew Adrien would try something like this. 

Clever old bastard, wasn’t he? Now Adrien had to strike when the demon least expected it. But when would that time come and would Adrien be ready?

“A monster?” Mr. Horn asked with a gleam in his eye. “Is that so?” He quickly raised his hand, balled it into a fist and punched Adrien so hard that he lost consciousness.

Mr. Collin Horn stood and flexed his hand. Then a mischievous smirk came upon his face. He bent down and threw Adrien over his shoulder and tossed him onto his bed. Crawling over the young boy, he stared to undress him.

“You think I’m a monster, but yet you can’t admit that you love me.” He murmured aloud while taking Adrien’s shirt off and started planting kisses on Adrien’s chest as he undid the boy’s pants. “I will become the very and only thing you dream about. The only person you’ll think about, I’ll become imprinted into your very being, and perhaps only then will you come to admit your love to me, my son. Even if it takes another year or so, one day you will admit your love to me.”

He slipped Adrien’s boxes down and took the boy into his mouth and gave a few hard sucks before the unconscious boy came. He swallowed the load then wiped his mouth. “You’re mine, Adrien. I’ve trained your body to be pleased at my touch. I only harm you to get you to listen. But no one else will lay a hand on you. You will always be mine.”

Mr. Horn licked his lips then started to suck on Adrien’s hard member once again. Yes, Adrien would always be his for he was beautiful. Mr. Horn looked up and started kissing the boy’s soft lips while roaming his fingers over Adrien’s smooth skin and through his silky red hair.

Adrien was a beautiful boy and the demon loved his prize. No one would take it away from him and those who dared would feel his wrath.

Adrien was his alone in life and in death forever.