Abducted (MxM)

Chapter 3

        “FUCK!” he winced as Kurt kicked yet again the chair against the wall. He only prayed he wasn’t next. "HOW!"

        He remained quiet, fearing for his life now more than ever. Past encounters with an enraged Kurt didn't end well. Especially when he had tried to escape; his first and last attempt. Imagine his surprise when Kurt blissfully told him he had injected a Tracer on his neck, just like a freaking dog.

        "Boy." his blood ran cold at the sudden demand of attention, "Stand up."

        In the next minute, the room was filled with a scream as Kurt threw the metal chair at him. The screams continued for half an hour before he was in too much pain to even move.

        "When I come back, I'll be expecting you to be ready."

*

        He grinned as he watched his next victim exit the ice cream shop. She was blissfully licking her ice cream, unaware of the malevolent gaze upon her. He stood and walked, keeping his distance. It was a warm night and the streets on this side of town were pretty much deserted.

        It was minutes later that a scream echoed off in the night as he slammed a brick against her head. Grabbing her limp body, he proceeded to drag her towards his old beat up car. His pants were almost bursting from the strain of his hard cock against the zipper.

*

        He stared in shock as Kurt dragged his newest victim through the back entrance of the old abandoned factory.

        "W-what-" Kurt's furious gaze darted to him.

        "Did you dare to speak to me, boy?" he questioned and his body froze over in fear. He only shook his head and with a push from Kurt, he followed him and the girl being dragged along.

        Once inside The Room, Kurt set to work, fetching his favorite "toys". He frowned in confusion and fear, Kurt had never allowed him inside when he was busy torturing his newest victim, did this mean his turn had come too? He didn't want to die! His body was quaking in terror when Kurt finally came back; his sharp "toys" on a metal tray.

        "Sit on the corner on the floor, like the dog you are, boy." Kurt ordered. He didn't disobey.

        The next 2 hours were the most horrifying he had been through all these 4 years. He had watched -unable to look away for fear of punishment - and cried as he saw the girl's body turn from its appealing appearance to a mangled mess.

        Kurt had started by cutting off her hair with a butcher knife, claiming he despised women who dyed their hair. He was sure his face had turned white as he saw bits of skin coming off with the hair. Apparently he hadn't just cut the hair...

        His tears had started when the girl had woken up screaming as Kurt had started sewing her mouth shut, claiming he didn't like "noisy bitches". No need to mention that when she screamed she tore the stitches, screaming from even more pain as Kurt started pounding his fists on her face, enraged at having her screwing up his "masterpiece". It was when the girl lay still on the table, too numb from pain to move, that he took pleasure on her body. Unceremoniously cutting her jeans - laughing when the knife also cut the flesh - and thrusting his dripping member inside her without any preparation, as expected of him. Half an hour later he stared, horrified, as Kurt pulled a grenade from his box of "toys", certainly he wouldn't...

        "Watch, boy." Kurt ordered him and once again he was forced to watch in horror. Kurt moved to the unconscious girl and with a vicious grin he thrust the grenade inside her mouth.