Blood Rink

Chapter 4

Turning down a familiar street, Yuri let out a sigh of relief. Two houses down was his apartment. Picking up his pace, he reached the doorway quickly, eager to be inside. Safe. Keys clicked against each other as he unlocked the door, unaware of the black car parked across the road.

Walking into his lounge room,Yuri froze. Two things were out of place. His suitcase was at the end of the couch, open and conpletely packed. The second was Victor, splayed out on the coich with his arms behind his head.
All Yuri could think was "Oh shit".

Victor smirked. "Don't even think about leaving, the place is surrounded"
The satchel in Yuri's hand fell with a thud as the white-haired man stood up. "Now that we're alone" he purred, "lets talk"
Yuri didn't know what to do. Images flashed through his head, memories of the street he'd just walked up. Had there been anything there? Victors movement broke his train of though as he walked towards Yuri.
Taking a step back, Yuri mentally panicked. What the hell was he supposed to do? A thousand scenarios, none of the pleasant, went through his mind as Victor backed him against the wall again.
Yuri hated that. That he could so easily be manipulated, intimidated. It wasnt fair. Putting his hands on his head as he bumped into the wall, he bent his head to his chest, curling in.
"Please don't kill me!"

Victor laughed. Actually laughed.
"Yuri, Yuri, Yuri. I told you earlier, you were a good boy! I'm not going to harm you if you've done nothing wrong"
That confused him. "What... do you mean by... Wrong?"
Victors laugh turned dark.
"Disobeying me"
That made sense, considering the guy could murder easily. Cooperate or die. Yuri could handle this.
"Whats... With my suitcase then?"
Victor tutted. "Can't have you staying with us if you've got nothing to wear.
Although i wouldn't mind you being naked 24/7, i don't want the others seeing you"
Yuri froze.
Taking. They were taking him. But where?!?
He'd gotten himself into such a mess, and the panic was showing on his face.
Victor cradled Yuri's face in his left hand. They stared at eachother for a moment before Yuri registered the confusion in Victors eyes. His mouth formed a small O, but Victor spoke before he could. "Why..."
Yuri's sarcasm kicked in despite the situation. "Why not?"
Victor's expression changed instantly. Whatever he'd been thinking was gone.
"Excuse me?"
Yuri froze again. He should NOT have said that. "I-I didn't..."
Slamming both hands either side of his head, Victor positioned his face inches from Yuri's. "Your voice tells me you're sick of this, yet your eyes say you're terrified. I don't understand you at all."
He was confused by Yuri's demenear. That was a bonus at least, he wouldn't know what to expect.
A surprise attack! If Yuri put enough force into a shove, he could just get away. All he had to do was time it.