Lost Boy (bxb)

Six.

(Brayden)

I was still being carried by this man. He was walking upstairs, and I was still screaming and kicking my legs. "LET ME GO LET ME GO!"
"No, little man." He said lowly. He brought me into an unknown room. There was only a couch, and a tv in there aside from a few chairs. He sat down, and forced me into his lap. He had my wrists pinned, and forced my legs behind his back. He looked down into my eyes. "So, hows Alexander?"
"None of your business! Who are you?!"
"Why should I tell you?"
I tried to get out of his grasp. "Let me go you sick fuck!" This was my first cussword. I feel.. Dirty.
"Hm, fine. My names Brayden. You should know me." He had a sadistic grin on his face.
"Well I dont know you, narc."
"I believe you owe me your name."
"I dont owe you anything! You owe ME an escape!" I strugged again but he just pulled me closer. "Mmhm.. Keep struggling, that's hot."
I blushed and immediately stopped.
"I am NOT stooping down to your level!" I growled and stared him into the eyes.
"What pretty eyes.." He moved his hand and pinned my wrist with his elbow. He grasped my chin and forced me to keep looking at him. "Tell me your name, or I will make these few moments a nightmare." His eyes turned dark.
"I..Its Charlie!" I stuttered, and looked at him.
"Well, Charlie, you'll be coming home with me." I looked up at him dumbfounded.
"I dont know who the in the HELL you think you are but you sure aint taking me home, DUMBASS!" I growled at him and tried to get away again.
He groaned a bit. "Damn.. So rebellious against their new master.." He picked me up again, taking me back out of the room and supposedly down to his car. Alex was nowhere to be seen. I was screaming the whole time but people wouldn't notice me!  They would glance at me but NOTHING ELSE! He threw me in the back of his car, tying my wrists and ankles together with rope.. Had he been planning to take someone? I wish he wouldnt of took me.. I thought to myself, sighing.
"aw, why so down cutie?" He grasped my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
"Well, for one, some sick PERVERT is taking me to his house while my boyfriend is worried sick!"
"Oh, well, we can fix the second part." He reached into my pocket, and grabbed my phone. I could hear the sounds of texting on my keyboard. When it ceased, he showed me what he typed.
6:12
Charlie: Alex, I dont love you anymore. You're a stupid, ignorant, freak. I only dated you out of pity, but I was very touched that I could pull dumbasses in with my looks. Byebye, fag.
I started crying. Even if I hated someone I wouldnt have called them such a hateful word.
"Aw, Little slave is crying. How pathetic."
"GO TO HELL!" I started screaming and thrashing around my arms, begging to be let go.
"Hmm. That pretty mouth of yours needs to shut up." He grabbed a ballgag, placing it into my mouth and tightening it. I bit down onto it, crying. I kept thrasing until I fell over in the seat. I couldnt believe it. My life is in shambles just because of this one man. I wanted to stab him, kick him, and torture him. He made me violent. Kidnapping me would be the cause of his death.