I'm His to Taste - NatePat {ON HOLD}

{Chapter 5: Playtime}

{WARNING: This chapter may be slightly disturbing and/or upsetting to some. Reader discretion is advised}

Matthew's POV

2 months...

It's been 2 months....2 glorious months spent with my special pet. I've been indulging and spoiling myself with his blood each night, reveling in the mouthwatering flavor!

I truly made out like a bandit with my Nathan...

Although his fear of the needle hasn't subsided, Nathan has been adjusting well, slowly, but better than before.

He learned my rules quickly and stuck to them. There was only 1 incident where he tried to escape his cuffs, but after I beat him to a bloody pulp and drank from him within an inch of his life, he never tried again. The scars left on his slender neck served as a reminder to remember his role here and to never disobey me again. 2 perfect punctures marking him as mine.

But...I can't help the nagging feeling at the back of my mind. Nathan feels more...special to me than my other victims...I can't understand or begin to explain the feeling. From the moment I laid eyes on him, it just felt...right somehow. I hadn't felt this way in a long time, not since-

I shook the thought from my mind...I couldn't think of her now. Nathan was making me go soft. He's tried being tough countless times with me, but in the end his terror always manages to slip through the cracks. After I'd punished him the first time and left him crying alone on his bed, I felt...bad for him. Part of me wanted to cradle him and hold him close, to treat him like the angel he was...but the darker and rougher side of me just wanted to ravage him...take his gorgeous body and use it as I pleased.

I chuckled to myself, feeling myself grow aroused at my dirty thoughts, as I headed for my attic.

As much fun as I've had so far, there's still more to come for my baby boy...much, MUCH more...

Nate's POV

How did I get to this point in my life?

What cruel twist of fate led me to this monster?

Was I ever gonna get out of here?

Being chained to a bed for hours on end lets you think about these sorts of things in greater detail then you ever would want too.

I had so many things I wanted to do. My YouTube channel had really begun to grow. I was almost at 500,000 subs...I had a whole new Attack on Titan album written and a Legend of Zelda single recorded and ready to go.

I hadn't seen my guitar since I was kidnapped...what I wouldn't give to play it again. I hadn't felt like singing in so long...I'm losing a part of myself.

Why did he have to pick me?

I was startled out of my thoughts at the sound of the hatch opening, signifying my "master" was coming up.

"I really hope it's just dinner tonight." I thought to myself. "Can't I go more then a few days without having a needle in my arm?"

My arm was riddled with bruises, needle marks and bandages. I could barely lift it without wincing in pain. My body felt so weak and feverish, not used to having so much blood constantly taken out. I was covered head to toe in dark purple welts and deep red scratches...punishments for my escape attempt.