Obsession (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Eight ~ The Life of a Captive

A/N: POOR Daniel... Muwhaha! Now it's time for the REAL Obsession to sink in... (:< 

Chapter Eight: The Life of a Captive

It's dark... Am I dreaming? My head hurts really bad... I roll my head to the side, trying to open my mouth to let out a long breath. Why can't I open my mouth?

My eyes snap open, looking around at the unfamiliar room. Where am I? I tug at my arms, hearing a clinking of metal. Oh god! I try to scream, but it comes out a muffled sound of terror. I look down and notice I have nothing on but my boxers. I start breathing hard, trembling.

I need to calm down! I breathe through my nose heavily. Okay, I'll examine the room.

The room was quite big, a big flat screen TV hung on the wall. The bed I was in was a king sized. There were dressers, a night stand beside the bed with a lamp, and a closet. There was also a large window. I could see lots of trees, so it most likely was a forest. Based on the orange and reddish color of the sky the sun was just setting. I turn my head to look at the other side of the room. There was a black desk with another lamp on top of it.

My eyes widen in shock and fear at what is beside the desk. There was a big area of wall covered with pictures. In all of the pictures there was one person in each and every one. They were looking away from the camera showing that they were taken without the person knowing. The person in the pictures... was me.

My eyes scan over the pictures, my fear growing with each one. I was walking into the school in the first one, next I was eating lunch. That one looked like it was cut around the edges. I was eating lunch at school... Did they cut Chelsea and Luke from the picture?

I glance over the rest of pictures of me. Just me. I start to tremble as I see that whoever took these got less shy at taking each picture. One, I was walking into my house and the other I was in my bedroom window!

Before I turn my head to look away from the creepy pictures something catches my eye. I narrow my eyes at one picture in particular. It was above all the other pictures a heart around it. How did I not notice that one? I look younger in that picture... 

I whimper, looking over the room. Who did this? They're going to kill me aren't they?! 

Suddenly, I hear clicking on the other side of the door. It sounded like something being unlocked. I hear it a few more times before the door creaks open. As they step in, my eyes rest at his bare feet, trailing up to his plain blue jeans to his black V-neck to his face.

My breathing completely stops as I stare, shocked at the face of the guy who did this. He grins as I whimper. Damien!

He walks in, carrying a tray that looked like there was food on it. "You're finally up. Its been almost two days." He says, setting the tray down on the bedside table. He turns to look at me in an almost... loving gaze. "Sorry about this... I didn't know how you would react." He says, reaching down and ripping the tape off of my mouth. 

"D-Damien..." I mutter as he opens the drawer under the side table. I watch as he picks up a key, reaching above me and unlocking the cuffs around my wrists. I sit up slowly, wincing at the pain in my wrists. 

He sets the key and the cuffs on the table, frowning. "I wish I didn't put those cuffs on." He takes my wrist, grimacing. "Dammit, it left marks." He says, rubbing my wrist gently. He sighs, turning back to shuffle with the things on the tray. "I made you a sandwich. Sorry it's not very much. I don't want you to get sick. You're probably not feeling well because of the chloroform." 

I blink in confusion, not comprehending what is happening. Why is he being so casual? 

Damien turns with a smile, holding out the tray to me. I look from his creepy smile to the plate with the sandwich on it. Out of the corner of my eye I see that the door is open. I decide to take my chances.