Hush little baby

Chapter 18

"I have a new plan" hopefully this new plan contains him giving me a lollipop, patting me on the head and sending me my own darn way.

He pulled me towards a back room, shutting the door behind him. I honestly don't this it's the lollipop plan at this moment and time.

"S-Sir I really just wanted toilet paper." He rolled his eyes.

"Sure kid, and I'm a millionaire that has a pet tiger." He looked around until his eyes fell onto something.

He quickly grabbed a note pad and a dull pencil that was on a shelf in the back.

He was quite big and was covering the doorway. I can smell the scent of cigarettes in the air.

"If you want the kid, come to 129 Westward Bulv at exactly 10:22. No later, no earlier. Or else the kid is dead."

He read what he wrote out loud, an evil smirk across his shadowy face.

I felt my mouth get dry, and my heart beat fast. Why did I have to leave the room?

He grabbed a nearby sack, emptying its containment's and putting it over my face.

I tried to jerk away but he slapped me. Dazed, I just sat there.

He tied my hands behind my back with duct tape, making sure it was tight.

Then I did the only thing I could think of. I cried.

I cried a river, heck an ocean. I could taste the salt of my tears. I wailed like a baby, I wailed so loud that the people back in France could hear me.

"Shut up!" I heard the panic in his voice.

"I said shut up." I couldn't even if I wanted to. I was so worked up at this point that I would cry until there were no more tears left and my voice was gone.

Guess I stand corrected. I felt a sharp pain in my head and ringing in my ears. Things were going dotty. Even in the dark bag I had over my head.

Random POV:

When the kid was brought in I took the bag off of his head. His hair was soft, and skin a milky white.

I ran my hand across his face feeling his smooth skin. Perfect.

His small frame was limp back in the chair. Small breaths coming out of his mouth.

His lips were a baby pink. I wanted to feel them. I bet they taste just like cotton candy. Sweet, delectable.

"Oh little boy, you don't know how much I want you."

He groaned, his voice soft and cloud like.

He was still unconscious. Oh how I want to hear his sweet voice moan. Echoing off of my walls and into my ears.

"Soon enough candy boy, soon enough."

He will be mine. Weather he likes it or not. He'll have to learn to like it.

All I have to do is kill off the other guy. The one that my little cotton candy boy calls his. Callum, Callum you're time is short.

It should be easy. Callum will of course come for his little baby boy. Logic out of his mind and into a different dimension.

  It will be easy to lure him into a trap. Killing him while candy boy watches.

  It will establish dominance over him. Show him that he is now mine and there's nothing he can do to stop me. Heck if I'm feeling a little saucy I may even make soft lips kill Callum himself.

  I chuckled to myself. This is the perfect plan, the perfect steps, the perfect everything.

  I then looked over to the limp, small, unconscious body in the chair.

  The perfect prize.

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