heaven in hiding 🌷 tracob

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a/n: i can't wait to take you guys for a turn w this story (it's titled running for a reason)

Jacob's pov

"What? What do you want?" I ask in a hushed voice over the phone, trying my best to keep quiet so that I don't wake the boy sleeping next to me.

One of my doctors, Sara, sighs, "I was told to call about a boy needing to be seen. Just taking orders."

"Yeah- not right now, Tancredi, I'm busy. I will call you back when I have the chance." I mutter and take my mobile away from my ear.

"But you don't have my number-"

"I'll call you back when I have the chance," I cut her off and hang up, setting my phone down on the bedside table and sighing. 

I look over at the boy under piles of blankets passed out, his hand twitching in mine every now and then. Sadly, this is the most peaceful he ever looks... When he's asleep.

When my mobile rings out obnoxiously, I groan and press accept, bringing the speaker to my ear.

"Whaaaat?" I drag out the word, rolling my eyes.

"Sorry, sir, just one more thing. It's your da-"

"I'll deal with it later. Don't call again." I hang up once more and set my mobile back, rubbing my eyes with my free hand and grumbling under my breath.

I swear they're all fucking kids. I was never this persistent and incompetent when I was on their levels of expertise. It's sad, they really are all like toddlers running in circles for candy. 

What am I going to do with them...?

Troye's pov

Hearing a rumble throughout the house, I blink awake and quickly hold my hands back out in front of my chest. This would be the end of me if he caught me.

I hear a slam of a door and what sounds like stumbling. It sounds like those parts in movies I tell Mum and Dad I don't understand. Like those videos I caught Steele watching three years ago on holiday. That's what it sounds like.

"Master? Are- are you okay?" I croak, my voice rasping as I pray to God he can hear me. 

What if he's hurt? 

"Master, please be okay." I whisper, laying my head back down on the floor. 

I ignore the unsettling feeling of itty bitty bugs crawling around and on me, shuddering from the temperature of the house and staring at the crack in the door. Maybe he's playing with a girl like in the video Steele was watching. 

With another slam and then a busted door open, Master is revealed. 

tw: violence

But he's not alone.

"Mm, fu- yes." She mumbles funny words against his mouth as he carries her in and throws her to the floor.

"Mm, yeah." He groans and begins working on tugging her tiny shorts off. 

I furrow my brows and lean my head up a bit, my ribs aching as I do. 

"Master, what are you doing?" I wish I said.

I just laid there in my corner, chained to the wall. I didn't say a word. 

I watched as they moaned out whorishly and touched each other, exploring each others' bodies and making funny sounds. Even when she looked over at me in the dark room and shrieked, I stayed quiet. I didn't peep a word.