The Real Pond Monster: A Carter Sharer Fanfiction

Part 2: A Rude Awakening

When I woke up, I immediately knew something wasn't right. It wasn't until seconds later that I realized I was handcuffed.

I was lying flat on my back, my hands bound above my head to the bed's headboard.

"Where the fuck am I?" "Hello? "Help" "Carter!?"

I was still soaking wet from the pond, so I couldn't have been unconscious for that long. Right?

I had seen every Sharer family vlog, and I thought I knew the layout of the house. But for the life of me, I could not recognize where I was.

The room was pitch black. I couldn't make out my own body, let alone any features of the room. There wasn't even a smoke detector.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Just as I was about to start screaming again. The door burst open and I was ambushed by a rush of light.

"Okay little bitch, time to go on a roadtrip"

As my eyes adjusted to the onslaught of light, I saw a large man I didn't recognize. He was tall, bulky, and sported a fully grown out beard. He definitely wasn't apart of the Sharer family. As he moved towards me, a rush of fear and anxiety rocketed through my body. I had never been more afraid in my life.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!HELP! CARTER!"

"Aw, little bitchboy. You really think Carter is gonna save you? You should know you were his choice. Its his fault you are here. He did this to you."

I was his choice? It was his fault? What the fuck was even happening to me?!

Before I knew it, the man thrust a towel into my face, smothering me with it. The towel must've contained drugs because within seconds I blacked out for the second time.

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I woke up in the back of a moving truck. My hands were still cuffed, this time behind my back. My feet were chained together, and my mouth was shut with duct tape. I didn't even try to scream. I knew it would be pointless.

I wasn't alone in the truck. There was the strange man who had kidnapped me. He sat right beside me, staring at me with a look that said, "Don't you even think about moving."

Seated across from me were five other boys, all handcuffed. They all looked my age or slightly older, and they all had the same look of terror.

There was an Asian boy with silver hair, a dark -skinned, thin boy, an athletic looking boy with caramel skin, a blonde white boy, and a tanned boy with the silkiest black hair I had ever seen, styled into a flawless quiff. Me and the black - haired boy made eye contact with each other. I could see tears run down from his emerald eyes to the bottom of his chiseled chin.

He looked at me knowingly. His gaze said, " We're both fucked aren't we?"

Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Nobody showed any signs of life except for the occasional moan or whimper.

I felt petrified, and I knew the other boys had to be the same.

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It felt like we were moving for hours. We didn't stop, and must have traveled many miles. We didn't get any food or water, and we weren't allowed to use the bathroom. As a result the blond kid pissed himself, which caused the entire back of the truck to smell like urine.

When we finally parked, I didn't know whether to be relieved or scared. I was happy to get out of the piss-smelling bus, but I had no idea where we were or what was going to happen to me.

A few minutes after parking, the door was wrenched open from the outside. Standing outside were two large men, both of whom were balding on top.

"She's ready for 'em boss. She wants each one to come in individually," said the first balding man.

"Ah fuck take this one first then,"said my original captor, pointing to the blonde kid. "Little bitch peed his panties and stunk up the whole fucking thing."

"Yikes, she's not gonna like that," said the second man.

With that, the two men entered the truck and grabbed the boy as if he were a ragdoll. He tried to put up a fight but it was no use. Within seconds he was gone, and the truck door was tightly sealed.

As the truck wasn't running, it became unbearably hot. I could feel sweat beads starting to form on my forehead. Them dripping down my face felt oddly comforting. Plus, it temporarily distracted me from the raunch, which was only made worse by the blistering heat.

Within about 15 or 20 minutes, the two men came back, thankfully my captor bitched at them to turn on the AC. This time they grabbed the skinny black kid. He seemed so dazed and out of it, that I don't think his brain could even process was happening. I couldn't help but feel bad for him.

The cycle repeated. The men would come in, grab a boy, the boy would disappear, and the men would only show up to take another boy.

I had so many questions. Why were we being moved individually? Why was it taking so long for each boy? Where were the boys going? Would they come back?

They came for me last. I had seen enough boys come and go that I knew I should cooperate. Maybe then they'd take it easy on me.

When I stepped outside, I was frozen with shock.

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Author's Note: Things are finally getting good! Well, good for the story, bad for Alec.

If anyone is reading this feel free to leave a comment letting me know what you like and dislike about the story so far. Also, if you find any spelling or grammar mistakes let me know and I can edit them.

With love,

Lonely Diner