Kava's Manor of Misfits [ mxm+, Polyfidelity ]

Prologue

Base trigger warning reminder for the story as a whole:
Mention of dysphoria, suicide, anxiety, depression, panic attacks, abuse, etc etc and ofc the sexy sexy between men.

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          My lungs burned as I huffed with great intensity, gulping soiled air down as I attempted to reach a corner of a building that I wasn't sure the contents of at this point. I knew the city like the back of my hand.. but when I get transported to a different area in the middle of the night, and eventually I book it for god knows how long... it gets a little muddled. 

My heavy backpack bounced against the rhythm of my steps as I sprinted, throwing me off my momentum countless times at this point - but what kept me going regardless was the echoing pattern of boots on concrete closing in behind me. A gruff huff and a growl became more audible, curses flying through the air as the man closed in on me slowly but surely. Just hearing him caused the hair on the back of my neck to rise in anxiety.

Jesus... fucking Christ. I'm as confused as you probably are about how on earth I got to this point.

A slight swipe thumping against my backpack shot adrenaline through my veins, fear climbing my spine once more as my legs moved impossibly fast for what they were able to normally manage. I was half running and more trying to keep myself from falling due to the speed I was at this rate, unsure how I was even going to stop, but as soon as I reached the corner of the building I instantly recognized my location. 

All the ache in my body momentarily surfaced the second I slowed, and with a cry, I managed to force enough energy into jumping up and grabbing the sewage pole... the idea being to monkey-climb it as fast as I could. Due to my speed, however, I flung myself against the wall harder than I anticipated. 

This gave the man enough time however to catch up. I'm so... Oh so far from my shelter, if I figured I was where I thought I was. I'd somehow made it across half the city.

The second I faltered in my climb, I felt my ankle became suddenly shackled under an iron grip.

With wide eyes, I was flung down from the pole roughly, and instinctively I grabbed my head in time to brace it for the fall that inevitably would occur. With a SLAM... my arm hit the ground right where my head would if I was just a millisecond too late - and although I don't think I split my head open - FUCK did that hurt. 

I needed to get out of there, but my sight began to cloud instantly and a ring spiked my eardrums after a brief moment.

I winced, feeling bile run up my throat but not ever leaving, clogging me up. I felt like I needed to cough but nothing came out - My chest felt constricted. I realized with a spinning gaze that my chest had been thrown onto a stray piece of wood that knocked the wind out of me. Without looking at my attacker, or being able to even if I wanted, my body's tension seemed to droop.

I can't breathe, and I needed to catch my breath desperately. What wasn't helping, however, was the infuriated kicking to my chest, side, and back that I could barely register as reality began to distort.

I felt no pain, and everything seemed to be in slow motion. What happened again? Shit, I was being kidnapped.

Blinking slowly, I attempted to cry for help when I registered enough that I wasn't fully taken yet. I screamed and screamed and cried as loud as I could... The thing was, I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. My throat felt closed, and nothing escaped no matter how desperately I tried to force something, anything out. I blinked heavily, wondering why things were taking so long to happen for me.