Child • Jøshler

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Trigger warning: bondage

"What?!" Tyler spat, cringing "Who are you? What do you want from us?!"

The man in front of him chuckled, looking down at his hands "Of all children I've seen in my life, you are the most peculiar group"

"Who. Are. You?!" Tyler demanded, yelling into the man's face. The other guys weren't nearly as brave, they just kept their eyes on their feet, giving up on any chonce of surviving.

"Shh, calm down, son" the man tried shushing Tyler, still incredibly entertained by everything Tyler was trying to do to get answers.

"I am not your son!" Tyler protested loudly.

"Oh, but you are" the man paced away, to be in a better range of everybody's sight.

Tyler opened his mouth to continue the argument, but Josh hissed his name out and that was enough to shut his mouth. Tyler gulped, looking from Josh back to the man. The silence was a good thing to do, because it left the man space to speak. And answers were all the boys truly wanted right now.

The door behind the boys opened pretty violently. All heads were turned toward the noise.

Through the door, a few men carried Brendon. He was in his devil form, trying desperately to free his wings from the heavy chains that held all of his limbs tied. He was trying to fight, but was unsuccessful. Dallon followed along peacefully, having his hands tied behind his back and walking with his eyes facing the ground. The two were put in line with the others. Dallon now stood next to Patrick, while Brendon stood at the very end of the line. Some men approached Patrick and Brendon, connecting their bondages to the ground for extra safety. Patrick didn't even bother to try escaping anymore.

"Ah, perfect" the man, who the boys concluded was the leader, spoke and joined his palms "The whole gang is here"

Only then did Brendon calm down, looking to his left and realizing all of them were caught, even Andy. He slowly transformed back into his human form. He was only in his black skinny jeans; his wings tore his shift apart, per usual.

"My name is Nathanial Corey" the man introduced himself.

"Can we call you Nat? I mean, no offense, but that's quite a hard name. It's just like Pete! His name is Peter, but the 'r' is quite an asshole to say all the time, so we nicknamed him Pete! And it sticked! We also call Brendon Bren sometimes, and we call Patrick Patty. But never Pat, he hates that. And we call Josh J! We don't have nicknames for Tyler nor Andy though... But the guys call me Dal sometimes! Nicknames are fun, I promise. Especially with such a difficult name that you have" Dallon rambled. He didn't know how all of those words just came out. Probably a mechanism within him that orders his body to cope with the fear of dying. Maybe speaking random nonsense was a way his body calms itself down.

"You're going to call me Mr Corey" the man said to Dallon politely. He then turned to Tyler "As opposed to you who will call me Father"

"Kinky" Brendon whispered to himself.

"You too" Mr Corey spoke with a grin, now directed to Brendon. Brendon cringed at him. He let out a small laugh before explaining "You'll be calling me father as well"