The Over-Protective Boyfriend

Visitors

Blood stained the walls of the basement as Claude whipped and stabbed Sebastian.

Claude: How pretty you look in the beautiful color of red. I shall pluck some nice red roses for you.

He licked his lips and gave his boyfriend a sadistic and crazy look.

Claude: Before I coat in that pretty red again. You'll go insane from the amount of pleasure you'll feel from pain.

He left the basement and Sebastian just stared at the ceiling, feeling as if he was on the verge of breaking. He could barely hold it together anymore. One more day and he would've actually gone insane.

So all he had left to do was wait for Claude to pick the roses and give them to him before painting him red once again. He ignored the screams of the voices in the basement once more and Claude came back with blood dripping from his hands. He picked the roses that still had thorns on them and dropped them beside Sebastian.

Claude: Go on. Take them. I hope you like your gift. I picked them all just for you.

Sebastian picked them up, regardless of the pain, out of fear that Claude would hurt him even more. The laugh that Claude gave was sickening. It turned his blood cold, but he just couldn't let out a scream or beg that he wanted to leave. Claude leaned down and pressed his cold lips against Sebastian's.

Claude: Goodnight Love.

He left the room and Sebastian slowly started to go insane.

~Next Day~

Claude watched with joy as Sebastian choked a poor old man to death. He was with his wife but he had cracked her skull with a hammer, ripped her eyes out, split her open to play with her insides. The blood spilled everywhere and Claude just watched as Sebastian started to become all his.

Claude: What a good job you did. I'll reward you. Right here and right now.

He started to Sebastian's member which, even though he tried not to, resulted in a moan from him.

His eyes were dry, no tears came out. He couldn't cry anymore. He couldn't feel anything but burning hatred and lots of fear. The captor stripped him and started to make out with him right there. Sebastian didn't fight back because he couldn't. He let Claude do as he pleased only because he had to.

This was hell to him. There was no god. He couldn't escape. This was his cage and the key could never be found.

Just like the voices in his head, he could never be set free. He was just like them.

Hopeless, lost, and scared.