Paradise [poly BL] ✔︎

Prologue) Angels Of A Burning City 。

"I would say I love you, pet," He groaned out, shifting on the silk bed so his body was flush against mine, "But I don't. I know my body does though." He grinned out. It wasn't the boyish smile of a lover, far from it, it was the grin of a sickeningly disgusting boy in man's body.

My fists balled the red silk covers as I shuffled away, every bone in my body arguing against me. "You know how to charm lady," I spat out, glaring at any guard that look my way, "Kidnap them, torture them and then fuck them dead." I bitterly laughed out, my bloodshot spring green eyes connecting with his amused blue ones.

He reached forward, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me back closer to his revolting body. "If I fuck them dead it kills the mood. During your stay here how about you come to my bed and I'll show you how much of a teaser I can be?" It was more of a promise on his behalf than a question.

This place was anything but a little 'stay' here. He made it sound like it was some hotel with breakfast served on a golden platter but in reality, it was my head on a golden fork. I was the meat Paradise bit into like it was a Christmas reunion. Happy birth of a dead boy.

I surveyed the other guards in the room, all static and watching my every move like I was about to run out of the room like I had a new adventure to follow. Which I don't. "I don't know why I'm here, or what I've done," I looked each and everyone one of them in the eyes, lastly turning to look at their leader. "But I know that you'll all rot in fu-"

The door slammed open, a quivering boy pulling the lab coat tighter around his body, "He can go." He mumbled, barely loud enough for anyone else to hear.

The guard all barked out a laugh at the scientist. I would have stood up for the boy, but he and his little buddies hurt me in ways no-one could possibly image so, fuck him too. Even though all this pain, even my lips tilted upwards at his misery.

Oh, how rude of me.

The guard next to me glanced at me, his booming laughter the only thing I could hear over everyone else. It was like it was just us two, trapped in his suffocating glare. "I can't wait for Paradise to kill you, even if Paradise kills me first." He suddenly lurched forward, his hands unable to wrap around my moving body.

This is all I have left, after every game they played with syringes and hands that couldn't keep to themselves but thankfully didn't let their dicks wander. This is all I had left.

I rolled off the bed, my wrist landing funny and sending waves of pain up my arm. But once I'm out of here, I won't have to feel it. "Fucking stay away from me!" I screamed out as bodies came rushing at me, their face set firm with no trace of the previous laughter.

A pair of hands slithered underneath me before tossing me over their shoulder like a rag doll. I banged my fists on their back, screams erupting a voice I hadn't heard for years. It was raw, scared even though he wouldn't admit it. It was me and it was bad.

Before I realised it, I had been carried through a fancy red door with gold draping around it, contrasting against the dull walls I had been surrounded by for weeks. Warm air wrapped around the guard and me along with the strong smell of coffee and books, somehow making me relax a little more.

The pissed guard threw me to the floor before barking out orders, disrupting the lost silence. He finally left, taking his gruff voice with him.

I bet if he cut up an onion and rubbed it in his eyes like the idiot he is, he wouldn't cry.

I pressed the back of my head to the cool marble, closing my eyes at the peacefulness. Quietness, some time to myself, that's all I need and then I'll plan a way to get out of here.

I should have kept my eyes closed because when I opened them, a pair of worried emerald green eyes stared back at me. His palm pressed against my cheek, my body subconsciously flinching at his touch. He furrowed his brows, trying to figure me out like a book. He smelt like coffee and books, something I liked.

"I promise to protect you," he whispered, reaching out a hand to pull me up. "I won't let anyone ever hurt you again, Luca."

Looking up at his through my dark chocolate lashes, I studied his neatly done blonde hair that was sprawled across his forehead. His black-rimmed glasses hid his dark green orbs, it reminded me of the dark forest trees I passed before ending up here.

Grasping his large hand he pulled me up, the room titled before me, my hands grasping for anything to stop it all. Smashing against a firm chest, their whole body tensed before a hand wrapped around my waist before pulling me closer. And for once being here, nothing of the movement is sexual or violent or screaming 'I have a surprise for you and I know you won't like it'. He cocooned my 5"7 with his 6"2 frame, something about him making me feel safe.

As much as it felt right, it was just as wrong. I pushed away, taking my time to survey the new prison, which did not look like a prison. The whole place seemed to be immaculate, clean of anything I saw in the guards' rooms. The common room, I assume, had been decorated in white and blue themed objects, immaculate artwork decorated on each wall. There were ten paintings in total, each one proudly perched above ten doors with a sorrowful face above it. Even if they were smiling, there was always something about them. Turning to the last door, there was no painting but a golden gleam that winked at me.

Pushing the pain away, I ran to the closest door on my left, pressing my hand to the golden plaque, 'Zero'. I ran to the next door, 'Keegan', was engraved on another golden plaque.

These aren't numbers or some stupid cult thing, these are names.

Zero, Keegan, River, Zion, Leighton, Cole, Mason, Charlie, Beryl, Quinn and then there proudly sat a golden plaque with the name Luca engraved on it. It sat there taunting me, laughing at me.

I turned to face the grave blonde boy, "This is a joke, right?" I tried to sound brave but my voice gave way. "Your name isn't on one of these doors and if I close my eyes mine won't be either. Please?."

I stumbled towards him, my legs buckling but before I buy the cold ground, his body wrapped around mine once more. He leaned forward to press a kiss to my temple, "My room is right next to yours; Quinn." He confirmed.

The floor seemed to sway under my feet because next minute I was falling backwards, stars invading my vision.

"Welcome to Paradise, Luca."