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Locked out of reality (cricky)

Locked out of reality (cricky)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Apr 14, 2018
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Motionless in White
Ricky woke up with the thought that he'd be in his own house but quickly figured out he had no idea where he was. His hands were chained together to a pole of the cage he was in and his feet tied together. He looked around panicking and realised that he must be in a basement. He barely remembers anything that happened before he woke up here, all he can recall is sitting in his home with his roommate watching tv and someone rattling the front door trying to get in, and then what he assumed was a man dressed in all black with his face covered hitting him over the head with something. Ricky was scared to death not knowing what was going on when a tall man with dark hair and all black opened the basement door and started walking towards him... (I promise it will get more interesting along the way) Cricky this story contains: violence, vulgar language, sexual content and sexual abuse
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Once Caleb reached the bottom of the stairs he quietly opened the door and tiredly switched on the light "Jayden it isn't morning yet buddy you need to-" he froze in place staring at a man he didn't know standing in his living room. The man stared back at him like a deer in the headlights, he looked a few years older than Caleb, had stubble growing around his face, dark brown greasy hair that wasn't styled in any particular way and was wearing full black aside from the muddy navy blue trainers he was sporting. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" Caleb demanded in a hushed whisper, he also noticed the black backpack the stranger was carrying and the open living room window he'd clearly used to gain entry, the vase that was previously rested on the windowsill lay in pieces on the ground, that must've been the crash that had awoken Caleb from his tranquil slumber. "Just a passerby, no one much" the strange man whispered back an air of mystery hanging about his every word. "Inside my living room?" Caleb replied folding his arms and sizing the man up, after his beating earlier in the evening he wasn't exactly fighting fit, the intruder was also taller and muscly, there's no way Caleb would win if it came to a fight. "Consider me Santa Claus alright? Now go back to bed kid" the man answered calmly pointing at the door as if Caleb was a child. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm 18. Santa isn't real" Caleb responded harshly taking a step forward, the man noticeably took a step towards the window eyeing Caleb up with a smirk. TWs (these will not be appearing at the top of chapters so take this as your final warning) Abuse Self Harm Smut Rape Homophobia Themes of Suicide Murder Mentions of Disordered Eating This story is not promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people.

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