Make Me Your Sin - Lashton #Wattys2019

Chapter 10

Here's the double update just like I promised!

Just a little warning that there IS some triggering stuff in the first part of this chapter (rape; death; very gory scenery) so if you want to skip it, don't read the chapter until you get to ~~ the two squiggles.

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It was dark and there was nothing around that could be seen. The air was suffocating and Ashton felt as though he was strapped down to the ground with chains around his body. The golden haired boy let out a yelp when moving as something dug into his back. It was painful but easily faded as time went by.

In the silence and Ashton's panic as to where he was, the sound of a heavy metal door opened, brightness flooding into the barn of sort. He scrunched his eyes shut at the light, his eyes being to sensitive.

A dark, bulky silhouette closed the door and turned on a dull lightbulb that hung from a small piece of wire above them.

Ashton took this time to look down at his body, seeing that he was indeed chained up and locked at the chest. He was shirtless with all sorts of small and bloody slashes prominent on his torso.

The dark silhouette walked over to the helpless boy, a grim reaper mask covering his face. He gripped Ashton and picked him up, a pained sound escaping as the grip on the boy was harsh. He winced when he was thrown onto a metal table, the grim reaper guy moving over to a side table and pulled up a silver knife to inspect it in the light.

Ashton squirmed when the guy made his way back to him. "Please don't do this! Please!" The boy pleaded out, his voice scratchy making it sound like he hadn't spoken in months.

The cold blade of the knife was felt on his skin, the man teasing slightly when the boy let out a whimper, tears threatening to escape from behind his eyes. He had no idea what was happening and why he was in such a place. What was the reason behind him suffering? From what he knew, there was no reason for him to be there and he was not going to just sit there and wait for someone to come swooping in to rescue him.

At the top of his lungs, the helpless boy let out a high pitched scream for help because maybe - just maybe - somebody would hear him. "Help! Please! Somebody help me!"

"Shut up, boy." Ashton felt a stinging feeling on his upper arm, a small trickle of thick blood spilling out and dripping onto the table. He let out a groan as the tears were let loose. "I thought you would have learnt by now that screaming for help would get you nowhere."

The man chuckled, Ashton looking at him through blurry vision from the tears; the grim reaper mask now removed and the secret identity revealed. Ashton gasped out, "Charles..." And maybe it shouldn't have been a surprise but to the godson, it truly was.

Charles let out a grunt, laying his mask beside the boy then turned around. That's when Ashton noticed the three bodies in the corner of the room, his heart clenching.

"What have you done!" Ashton whimpered and more tears fell. Luke, Calum and Michael were laid on top of each other, their skin nearly destroy and their throats slit, blood covering them. The whole seen was just horrific to look at.

Another chuckle was heard, Charles smiling wickedly at the sight. "I did what had to be done."

The man that Ashton had once looked up to as a fatherly figure had now turned into a monster; a murderer. It made Ashton sick to even think that what this man did was okay.

Charles turned to the boy on the table who was still chained up and grabbed his face, kneeling down to look into the boys teary eyes. "And now it's your turn."