Ehh sexual content a bit
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I wanted to be closer to him, but that wasn't even possible. Nails dug into my back, but I wanted him to dig deeper. His lips were tough, cracked from lack of water but fuck, I'd be okay if we were just pressing teeth together.Things went faster as I pushed him on the bed. That smirk was on his face and it took everything in me to not kiss it off.
Knees to the side of his thin waist, hands on his face. I found my bliss on his lips.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
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To say I was flustered was an understatement. A wet dream about Vic Fuentes himself, and here I was, sad that it wasn't real.I felt suffocated under these sheets, the heat almost taking me under. So this is what hell feels like. Sweat drowned me, so I closed my eyes and let it. He was underneath me, but not in the way that I wanted him to be. Sadly, he was chained up getting scrapped by the concrete I placed underneath him.
The thought made me cringe, but so did about half of the other things I did. There was a baby monitor beside me and little did he know, there was one near him too. Of course, it being 4 in the morning, he was asleep. Uncomfortably, but asleep. I swung my feet over my bed, cringing as the floor creaked underneath me. One day this house will just cave in, and I'll be damned if I'm not the reason for it.
The hardwood floor was very cold, causing me to scrunch up my toes. Fuck socks, I'm a man.
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Vic's POVHe was awake. God fucking dammit he was awake and heading towards me. Aren't I just the luckiest man in the world.
Ever since he had a breakdown, he has been a little nicer. But, every time I bring up what happened he would shut me out or get angry all over again. He wouldn't hit me, only say hurtful things.
His favorite word was faggot, even though he raped me a few weeks ago. It brought me back to high school and it took everything in me to not curl up in fetal position, just like I would in 10th grade.
"I can't sleep." His voice sent chills down my spine and a shiver through my teeth.
"Good for you." I snapped. Turning as well as I could with chains on my wrist. He had lengthened the chains themselves, just enough to where I could scratch my leg if I brought it high enough, but not hit him if he stood his respectful distance.
"Do you hate me?" I scoffed.
"I've never been one to hate someone, but you. Yes, I fucking hate you." I replied with clenched teeth. This was all an act. He would be nice to me just so I could loosen up, then when I start to get as comfortable as someone being kidnapped could be, he'd yank everything away from me before I could even testify. I'm sure he's a good guy, but he's a good guy that has a big flaw. He's insane. His insanity stretches as far as locking me up without food or water and laughing as I threw up on myself or as my burns became infected.
"Thought so. I was just kind of hoping that you'd say no." He said bluntly. Most of the time he looked like all of his emotions have been stripped away from him- one by one; feeling by feeling. Bags would lie under his eyes, even though he slept just fine. It's when he was awake, he probably had all the time to grudge on every single harm he has done to anyone. Including the one in progress; me.
"If you want me to like you so much, why won't you let me go. I already promised I wouldn't tell anyone." I pleaded.
"I want you to like me, but I want you to like me right here. If I let you go you're bound to accidentally slip something to someone. I trust you, but I also trust the fact that you're human." His hand reached up to his raven locks and I couldn't lie, I watched his hair as it ran through his porcelain fingers. But that wasn't what shocked me. I watched him in awe. This feeling was coming from how someone that looked so frail when it came to times like this could ever- ever do anything like this. I feel like it wouldn't be hard to convince myself that he didn't do any of this, but it's impossible because I watched him do everything with my own eyes.
"I can't sleep." He repeated.
"I rarely ever sleep." It was almost like you could hear his heart drop, but I covered up the sound with anger, like I always did.
"I'm going to make a compromise, okay?" He said, unsure. I nodded. "This compromise it letting you off of your chains. I will show you where the kitchen is so I don't have to feed you like a child anymore, but I fucking swear to god if you betray my trust I'll be so angry." My face lit up, kind of like a child when there parents allow them to go to the movies with their friends. He pulled a key from his back pocket and moved closer to me.
"I'm doing this because I love you." He whispered, undoing the chains. Our faces where so close as he attended to my left arm, and something inside of me sparked.
I wanted to kiss him.
This didn't surprise me. I mean, he the only human I've seen in however long. It's only natural to get lonely and attracted to the only person you come in contact with. The only thing I have to do is ignore this feeling of intimacy towards him, and watch as all of it goes away all together.
Before I knew it, my hands dropped to my sides comfortably. I was in control of my own actions.
"You can get up. Stretch a little. I have to show you were everything is. But, I swear if you-"
"I know. If I try to run away you'll kill me." I interrupted him.
"I didn't say I'd kill you. I don't want to hurt you, Vic. That being said, I want you to understand that the only thing that could hurt me is loosing you. Please play fair." I wanted to say something back along the lines of me not having to play fair. I already have the upper fucking hand if we're talking about fairness here. But, I kept my mouth shut and found gratefulness in me for the first time in a long time. So instead of ruining it, I took advantage of it and stood up.
I stood up and cringed in horror as every bone in my body popped like a machine gun. Kellin let out a giggle.
A fucking giggle.
God dammit I'm dead inside.
"Let me show you around. It's pretty simple, plus it's a small house. You have to be careful around some areas because this is a very old house. If it had a safety check, it wouldn't pass. Just keep that in mind." He explained.
Kellin's parents still laid together in the corner, bones disintegrating day by day. I wanted to ask how long they've been there, but things were going so well.
He was right, the house was simple. He showed me where the food was, and of course I are almost everything. Kellin made a simple fat ass remark, and we laughed a little.
Things felt normal.
Well, as normal as they could be.
AUTHORS NOTE
I love you. I love you and your beautiful smile so smile like the pretty bitch you are okay.

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