I remember getting to my cousins house and slipping into bed. He said I was welcome to stay as long as I like I just have to promise thay tonight I stay in my room. I guess his boyfriend was over or something. So I said okay and lay down to go to sleep. The next thing I knew there was a bang and I sat up groggily as multiple men came in the room. My eyes widen when they pull me out of bed and down the stairs into the living room. "We been ordered to take back whay you stole. Give us the information and you may walk away unharmed, resist and you die slowly."
I breathing picks up and I gulp. "I-I don't know what your talking about, but if you let me get Dylan-" I'm but off my a slap to the face. I freeze flashing back to thay horrible night ten years ago. I was six and a guy took me from the park. He did hprrible things to me that I still shudder to this day. One of the guys sit me in a shair and tie me up. "All we need to the information. We know Dylan gave it to you. Give give us the code and this can all be over." My lip trembles as they pull out different objects. "I don't know what your talking about, but Dylan isn't here, um I can call him if you want..." I mumble and they smirk. "Brave little thing huh? Too bad it's gonna get him killed." The guy picks up a knife and walks over, laying the flat side against my cheek. "I understand, I know whay its like to try and be brave. But I know you don't want to die so do us this favor and don't waste our time, Dylans not here to save you." I shiver and look away. "I really don't know what your talking about-" he sighs and moves to knife, sharp side now to my throat.
I whimper and he grins, then walks back to all the things they have set up. "Why don't we start with some water. He looks a little parched." Two more guys walk back over with him and one pulls my head back ny my hair, while the other two pull a rage over my face and when there a wetness and everytime I try to breath in I take in water as well. I begin to choke and my head thrashes as my hands spasm. Finally they remove the rag and I can breathe, though I'm coughing to bad to actually get air in. They repeat this until the jug is empty and I feel waterlogged and dizzy. "Say the code and end this, thats all you have to do." The guy who must be the leader says while smiling. My vision is blurred but I see him step closer and pull my head back. He looks at me for a few minutes then sneers and spits in my face, before slapping me again. He walks back over to his things and picks a few things up before coming back over. He motions for the guys to untie me and hold me up since I can hardly stand. He then proceeds to cut off my shirt and I flinch when the knife nicks my stomach.
"Maybe this will help convince you." He says and I watch him swing his arm back and a stinging lash cuts across my abdomen. I cry out and one of them covers my mouth. He continues to lash me with what looks like a riding crop in the dim light. He moves to my back and does the same before they drop me and he roles me on my back. I can see his tongue rake across his teeth before he steps closer and lays his foot on top of me cock. I flinch and whimper while begining to shake. "One word and it's over, you kno what you have to do." He says calmly. The tears come again and I shake my head unable to speak from the pain. He nods and presses down,aking a quiet sob escape my lips. I wonder briefly where Dylan is, and why he hasn't come home yet.
He lets up and smirks. "Maybe one of my guys can get you talking. Boys, who wants his ass first?" My eyes widen and I flip over and try to crawl away but something cold is placed by my temple. "You, try to run before we're done and I'll blow your brains out." He wispers in my ear before licking it and standing up. Another guy takes his place and I can feel him pulling at my pants. My breathing picks up and I squeeze my eyes closed mumbling under my breath. Not again, not again, not again. I feel air caress my backside and begin to really cry. The guy thats been talking the whole time sits down in front of me and wipes away a tear. "You know how to end this. Tell us the code, otherwise I'm going to let my boys have your body and them I'm going to put a bullet in your head." He caresses my cheek. A sob escapes and I weakly shake my head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't know...please, please not again I cant..." my breath keeps hitching and I feel his hand falter for a second and he glances at the guy behind me and opens his mouth when a phone suddenly rings. He furrows his brows and opens it. "Liam, what the hell, we're busy-" the person on the phone sound frantic and his brows furrow further in confusion. "What the fuck do you mean they never got home...but there was a guy here..." his eyes widen and he looks down at me as his face drains of color. "Fuck. Shitshitshit!" He cuts off the call and pushes the other guy away. "Wrong person. Dylan and Sam never made it back, they changed to plans, fuck!" He gets my pants back on me and sits me up as the door opens. I look over wide eyes and still shaking. Another guy comes in and freezes when he takes things in. "Dylans gonna kill you man, you know the rules about his cousin. Shit!" He comes over and scoops me up rushing me into my room. He leaves the door open and sets me on the bed glaring at the bruises and welts on my torso. He looks at me and I can only hold his eyes for a moment before looking back down at my hands. "Dylan will be here in a minute, try to relax, if you stress yourself out you could have a panic attack." I sniff and nod but continue to shake, flashing back to when I was six. "I dont...I don't have a code, I don't know what they wanted..." he sighs in frustration and wraps his arms around me picking me up and sitting me in his lap. "They were going a scene. Role playing is a big thing in the bdsm community and somethimes they can be dark and scary. They were supposed to be doing a scene with Sam, but didn't get the text from Dylan that they cancelled. They found you instead and thought you were him. We've been trying to call them all morning and they wouldn't answer. Kellin I need to ask, did they...did they rape you?" I flinch and shake my head. "They were...they were, but you called and it stopped..." I try to take even breathes but it doesn't work and he just continues to rock me.
I flinch when one of the guys from before pokes his head around the corner. "Um, Jason is freaking out, we've got things cleaned up...does he need anything?" The guy holding me, Liam I think, shakes his head and shoos him away with a glare. After a few more minutes I relax a tiny fraction. "Are you calm enough for me to put you down? I feel like your cousin will jump on me too if he sees me near you." My lip trembles and I shake my head. For some reason he's comforting. "P-please stay...don't leave me." He sighs but nods.
There's suddenly a slam and I hear yelling downstairs before there's footsteos comming up the stairs. "Get your hands off my fucking cousin. Shit!" He reaches for me and I whimper. "Dyl, he was comforting me...I asked to stay in his lap, don't yell please..." I murmur and he sighs and pulls me closer. "God I'm such a screw up. I'm so sorry Kellin. So, so sorry."
I know it's cut short. Sometimes I get cool ideas but quickly get stuck so a lot of my oneshots are ideas I have for books but don't have an end for so they're just snippets. Buuuut I hope you still enjoy them and thank you for reading.
