Psycho. // Lashton // AU

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Parts 16
Time 1h 45m

Reads 16,810
Votes 778
Parts 16
Time 1h 45m

He grinned wickedly, twirling the knife in his hands.
      
    "You're sick," Ashton spat at him, tugging at the ropes again, but still to no avail.
      
    "Hm, I prefer free." He countered, walking closer as his grin was ever so present. "Free to do what I want. Nothing holding me back. Doesn't that sound... great?"
      
    "Not when I'm a fucking prisoner." Ashton growled, still tugging at the ropes.
      
    "But my poor Ashy, you're not my prisoner," he caressed the boy's cheek, his smile becoming more caring than wicked, "you're my boyfriend. And the only reason why you're in that chair, is because you would run away if you're not. And you can't leave me."
      
    Ashton gulped as the knife got pressed to his neck. He had stopped his resistance, knowing it would only cause the knife to touch him and he definitely did not want that. "That makes me a prisoner."
      
    He growled, turning around and walking a few steps away. "You're not!" He snapped, turning around and looking at the tied up boy with angry blue eyes.
      
    "Then let me go!"
      
    "No." And with that, he left the room with the door slamming shut loudly. Leaving Ashton with nothing but himself, his thoughts his only company.
      
    ~•~
      
    Or where Ashton is in a famous band and is living the dream, until one fan has other plans for him.
      
    ~•~
      
    Psycho © PanicCliffordx
    2016
    All Rights Reserved.All Rights Reserved

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He grinned wickedly, twirling the knife in his hands.
      
    "You're sick," Ashton spat at him, tugging at the ropes again, but still to no avail.
      
    "Hm, I prefer free." He countered, walking closer as his grin was ever so present. "Free to do what I want. Nothing holding me back. Doesn't that sound... great?"
      
    "Not when I'm a fucking prisoner." Ashton growled, still tugging at the ropes.
      
    "But my poor Ashy, you're not my prisoner," he caressed the boy's cheek, his smile becoming more caring than wicked, "you're my boyfriend. And the only reason why you're in that chair, is because you would run away if you're not. And you can't leave me."
      
    Ashton gulped as the knife got pressed to his neck. He had stopped his resistance, knowing it would only cause the knife to touch him and he definitely did not want that. "That makes me a prisoner."
      
    He growled, turning around and walking a few steps away. "You're not!" He snapped, turning around and looking at the tied up boy with angry blue eyes.
      
    "Then let me go!"
      
    "No." And with that, he left the room with the door slamming shut loudly. Leaving Ashton with nothing but himself, his thoughts his only company.
      
    ~•~
      
    Or where Ashton is in a famous band and is living the dream, until one fan has other plans for him.
      
    ~•~
      
    Psycho © PanicCliffordx
    2016
    All Rights Reserved.

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