Deal With the Devil

4: Snorting Pasta

Isaac heard the knock on his door but ignored it, having woken up only moments before. His eyes were puffy and red and even sleep hadn't taken care of it. He was sad and anted just a few more minutes to himself.

A small creak was heard as the door opened, and then a click to indicate it had been shut again. Isaac knew who it was by the feel of the room.

He wondered if this was it—if Lucas was about to take him and use him like he'd said he wanted to do before.

Is he bored, or perhaps lonely? He scoffed to himself, remembering the words Lucas had spoken to him just hours before... or... however long it had been. He wasn't quite sure how long he'd slept. He felt like it could've been days and he'd still be exhausted.

Lucas made a tch sound and shoved his hands into his pockets, head tilted as he watched the boy through the dark room. He could only make out a lump under the sheets and shook his head, taking the necessary steps to be right next to the bed.

He wasn't sure if the boy was sleeping or not—it had only been about four hours since he'd left Isaac with Miranda and wasn't sure if the boy had passed out and would stay that way, or if he was having trouble sleeping in a new place with so much anxiety running through his small body.

"Isaac." His voice wasn't a whisper, but it wasn't booming-loud either. It was said loud enough so that if Isaac was awake, he could hear it, but not so loud as to wake him if he was asleep.

The body under the sheets twitched at the mention of his name, letting Lucas know that Isaac was indeed awake, just pretending to be asleep.

"Hmm," he drawled out, head tilting to the other side as a grin started tugging at his lips. "I came up to see if you were hungry, or maybe thirsty. I'm sure you must be starving, so I had my cooks make mac 'n cheese and buffalo wings."

Isaac's eyes popped open at the mention of his favorite foods, licking his lips when his mouth started watering at the thought. He wanted to eat but he was also too nervous to pull the sheets back and let the guy by his bed see his puffy eyes. He didn't want to look weak—he wasn't weak.

"Isaac. Are you afraid of me?"

Isaac thought it was a stupid question—the man had taken him from his home, his boyfriend, his jobs, hell, maybe his state, and proceeded to tell Isaac that he'd be using him as a toy; of course he was afraid of this man. He'd been through a lot in his short life; he was no stranger to sex or being forced to have it. He could handle that—he was tough enough for that. But mentally... mentally, Isaac had just begun to piece himself back together, little by little, each sharp edge by each jagged one.

The situation he was in was no different from what he'd already endured in life... But he didn't know if he'd be able to handle things this time since he wasn't as broken as he was used to being.

He decided to be honest. "Yes." There was no hesitation, no shakiness to it. It was just the truth.

Lucas hummed again to hide his surprise at the honest answer. "Can I ask you why? Other than what my men did to your... boyfriend... what other reasons do you have to fear me? I did not take you against your will—I gave you the choice. And don't try to say that it wasn't really a choice, because it was. You two could have found a way to make it work out in the end. I haven't hurt you; the opposite, really. You don't know me yet, but I'm not usually so kind. I gave you your own room, and I haven't chained you to the bed or locked the door. In fact, there is no lock. You can walk out any time you'd like."

Isaac took a breath and held it as he pulled the sheet from his face, blinking a few times so he could try to see Lucas' outline. A light was suddenly switched on, not harsh enough to cause any pain to either of their eyes, but bright enough to cast a warm glow over the room.