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Please proceed carefully with this chapter, and especially with a few paragraphs further below. I have isolated this short part between large blank spaces so that you can skip it if you're uncomfortable and jump further down with a short description of what happened. Sorry for how it looks down there and I don't like having to insert an A/N in the middle of a chapter, but I think it was necessary here.

(Liam's POV - Fri. 16 May 2014)

Argh... What a headache... I feel like my head is about to explode. What the hell happened? A pungent smell reaches my nostrils and this is probably what woke me up. It reeks of... humidity... and urine... Where am I? I tentatively crack an eye open but the light, even if only dim, increases the pain in my skull, so I shut it close again. I am lying on my stiffened right side but the position is not comfortable at all and the floor is hard and cold. I try to open one eye again and I am met with a dirty wall. It looks very old and made of concrete blocks. My left hand tries to reach for my painful head but I soon realize that I can't. Closing my eyes, I strive myself to calm down when I understand that my hands are tied in my back and this has nothing to do with one of Joshua's game this time. My throat is dry and there is a disgusting taste in my mouth. Oh shit! I am gagged! Calm down, Liam, calm down... Now is not the time to panic! I can vaguely hear the sounds of works from a far distance but nothing else, which makes me think that I must be alone here, but it doesn't soothe any of my fears. What kind of mess have I put myself in?

Flashbacks slowly start to flow in my head and I can now remember bits and scraps of what happened. I followed that Kenny guy to a pub where he met with Dominic. I stupidly followed him again into an alley and came across Dominic. And then I blacked out. I also remember the pain at the back of my head before I lost conscience and that certainly explains my headache. What I don't know is what happened next. We were in an alley, so have they taken me to some other place? Why did they do that? What is their problem that they had to... abduct me...?

Reminiscences get back to me more clearly now. I heard things about trafficking earlier today; back in New York, I also heard something about the use of cheaper materials. Fuck... Do these guys traffic with the raw materials or equipment? Would this explain the fire incident a few months ago in one of the mansions that Pierce Construction built? But then, what would Dominic have to do with this? What would his role be in suck traffic? How could a guy from the Finance Department take advantage of such wrong doings? Besides, they also mentioned a boss. Who could they be talking about and how serious is this business? Well, considering that I am here tied and gagged against my will, I can only imagine that this is serious enough to abduct someone who might have heard things he shouldn't have heard... Someone who was stupid enough to break one of the most basic rules of his lifestyle and who didn't let his Dominant know where he went.

My fears worsen when I start wondering what they are going to do with me. Both Dominic and Kenny seemed quite angry already before I followed them so I guess that finding out about my presence must have irritated them a little more. Dominic has always hated me and I doubt that it would be a matter of conscience for him to get rid of me. Oh my God... What am I thinking about? I am certainly not ready to die. I can't let this happen! Not now that my future is looking brighter and that Joshua has finally revealed his love for me... Joshua... He will hate me for having taken such risks... Joshua, who barely allows me to do anything on my own; he who insists on having Tony drive me around if I need to do anything; he who always wants to know where I am at all times. If I manage to get out of here, I will probably be in for more troubles with him.

That's if I get out of here and right now, the odds don't look good. I don't even know where I am. I try to reach for my Iphone in the back pocket of my jeans but then I remember that it slipped from my hands when that guy knocked me out. Either they left it there or hopefully they took it. In that case, Joshua and Tony will be able to locate me when they realize that I have disappeared. But how long is that going to take? How long have I been out and what time can it possibly be already? If Joshua is busy in meetings, he might not notice my absence before a long time and it might be too late by then... My only hope is Allan, but will he dare claiming his assistant back to the Boss?

The one thing I know for sure is that I don't want to die. I am too young and I still have too much to live and experience. What about Shannon? Who is going to take care of him if something happens to me? Who will try to keep him on the right path? He would certainly make new friends, but I want to remain his anchor; at least until he has found someone who will be able to take care of him properly and seeing how unstable he is, this won't happen any time soon. Sometimes I wonder if the BDSM lifestyle wouldn't help him. For one, Shan is a sex on legs and he would plainly satisfy the needs of a hungry Dom, at least sexually speaking. Then, apart from the sex matter, I think that receiving guidance from a Dominant male, someone who has much more willpower than I do, would definitely help him to settle down. But is he ready for something like that? Maybe when he returns I should tell him about it...?

Great idea, Liam, but right now you are not really in a position to have such thoughts. Before I start elaborating on happy plans, I first need to extricate myself from this tricky situation. Thank God, my ankles haven't been tied and I can move a bit. Shifting on my back, I get a better look at the place where I am. This is a large room, empty of any furniture. I think that I am in some sort of abandoned warehouse or something. There are high and very dirty windows providing a dim light. I try out the rope which is tying my wrists but unfortunately it has been tightly wound and I can barely move my hands; the damn thing is actually so tight that I can already feel it bite my skin painfully. Just as I am about to try and pass my hands beneath my butt to move them to my front, the loud banging of a metal door echoes from a certain distance; then I hear some people talking and hurried footsteps getting closer, so I recover my former position on my side and close my eyes, trying to adopt an even breathing despite the panic filling my veins.

"He's in there and I think he's still out..." someone says as another door opens in my back and I think I recognize Kenny's voice.

"Fuck!" This time, this is clearly Dominic. "This is all fucked up, Ken! And this is all your fault, stupid asshole! I told you not to come to the office!"

"If you had kept me updated as you promised, I wouldn't have had to go to the office, you fucker!" Kenny growls back.

"I was going to call you tonight from home! It is too risky to use our work phones! We can't afford to leave out any trace! I told you things are not easy at the moment!"

"You should have explained that earlier!" Kenny accuses bitterly.

"I should nothing! You're only supposed to take orders and you are not to discuss them! When we tell you to put things on hold for a while, you just do it! Things have been difficult enough in the office and we certainly didn't need this! Fuck!" Dominic growls.

"Because you think things have been easy for me? Since that fight with that asshole in Boston, I've had my manager on my back and I still managed to continue our little business..." Kenny spits out.

"We don't move on the same playground... When will you understand that?" Dominic comments sourly.

"Yeah, sure... always the same talk... Just because you guys work at the headquarters doesn't mean that you do most of the job! What did the boss say anyway?" Kenny then asks.

"It took me a while before I was able to talk to him and he was too busy to discuss when I told him we have an issue... He's already in trouble himself, so he's sending someone else to take care of it..." Dominic says and by now I am pretty sure that he is referring to Derek. It can only be him. Joshua will get really angry when he finds out about them. I wish I hadn't fucked up. I could have led him on their tracks...

"Ugh don't tell me that he's sending that stupid asshole of D...?"

"Shut the fuck up!! He'll be here any minute now!" Dominic whisper-yells.

"Why don't we just get rid of him?" Kenny replies, making me tense. Shit! That sucks!

"You can't kill people like that, Ken! And that's the big boss's slut you're talking about!" Dominic seethes.

"What? Are you serious?" the other one exclaims, not in fright unfortunately, but more in amused bewilderment.

"More than serious! That fag's with Pierce!" Dominic replies with outright disgust.

"I didn't know that Pierce was gay... Whatever, that doesn't change a thing to the problem. Nobody saw us. There's no video system in the alley where we got him and there's no evidence. Let's just get rid of him... If he's the boss's boyfriend, he's just going to report on what he may have heard and we can't take that risk. And once we have done that, we can resume our business..."

"I told you the boss instructed us to stop for now!!!" Dominic growls. The door in my back creaks again and a cold voice freezes me right on the spot.

"Soon, I will be the boss. And you guys will follow my orders." Devon. This is Devon Hawler! His voice is as cold as his usual looks are disgusting and this is not reassuring. A deafening silence follows and I feel their stare in my back. "Derek will soon be out of the game, but I don't think they will get to us. I'll make sure that Derek remains silent and we'll be able to continue our business indeed. But first, we need to solve this problem. You two really fucked up... Why did you have to take him here? And what the fuck were you two doing at that pub?"

"I wanted some answers, Hawler! You guys have been leaving me in the dark for days now and I fucking wanted some answers!" Kenny shouts.

"But we told you already not to show up at the building!! You're not supposed to get there, at least not on our floors!!" Dominic argues.

"I was cautious! I parked my car far enough from the office and I only showed up on your floor because you wouldn't answer your phone, dumbass!"

"You two stop!! How did this kid get involved?" Devon asks.

"I don't know... He must have followed us to the pub where I asked Dominic to meet me. I already met him earlier this morning and I recognized him when I came back from the restrooms and passed by his table. He was sitting right behind us and he had to have heard what we discussed. We just couldn't take the risk to let him go and tell on us!" Kenny explains nervously. My own stupidity has my stomach churning and bile rises to my throat.

"Shit! We really didn't need this additional problem," Devon growls. "They might be looking for him by now..."

"They can't find him!" Kenny sighs. "He lost his phone in the alley and we left it there. My car was parked in the alley and nobody saw us when we put him in the trunk," he explains, sounding suddenly more relaxed and much more determined. "Leave it with me; I can get rid of him easily..." he then adds all too calmly, and I really have a hard time suppressing a shudder. All my hopes for me being located with my phone have blown away and now they are talking about murdering me, sinking me into despair.

"And how do you intend to do that, if I may ask?" Devon asks sharply.

"The perks of working in construction...  We're about to pour the concrete slab on the new worksite. Easy!" Kenny boasts off.

"That's an idea. Are you sure he doesn't have another phone? Have you searched him?" Devon then asks. I am now very close to suffocating at the thought of being drown into concrete; I can barely control my breathing.

"No we haven't... and why would he have another phone?" Dominic asks with a caustic tone.

"You never know... Fuck! You guys are really stupid! And we also need to find out what he knows and if he has spoken to anyone..." Devon comments acerbically and I can't suppress a whining sound when a shoe kicks my lower back, the pain spreading quickly through my entire body. Damn! Why the fuck did they have to do that? My body is rolled over and I am met with that bastard of Devon and his disgusting stare as he pulls me upward a little and sits me against the dirty wall. I try to get away from him but he pins me against the wall, punching me hardly in the ribs a couple of times, and Kenny helps him to keep me quiet. "Stop squirming, young boy... I need to make sure you don't have another electronic device that could locate you..." he says as his hands begin to feel my chest before he opens the zipper of my sweater. His hands then go further down and slip inside the front and back pockets of my jeans, only pulling out the little cash I had left. I try to struggle in their hold and earn another punch in my stomach.

"Take your stinking hands off me!!" I try to shout when his fingers palm a bit too close to my crotch but it only comes out as a muffled sound due to the gag in my mouth. With a satisfied grin, he leans back up, followed by Kenny and I take that opportunity to scoot away and huddle in the corner of the room, folding my knees to my chest and glaring at the three men who are now towering me.

"Why did you follow us, you little shit?" Dominic snarls; as if I could reply with that awful thing in my mouth. Devon seems to hear my thoughts as he reaches behind my head and unknots the piece of fabric. My dry tongue immediately looks for some saliva and the taste gets even worse. I am tempted to shout for help but they would probably end up punching my face.

"Answer the question," Devon asks dryly.

"Don't know..." I reply in a mumble after a moment of hesitation.

"He doesn't know... The little fag doesn't know..." Dominic chants with heavy cynicism but I can see the anger and aversion in his eyes and it is quite terrifying.

"What have you heard exactly? And have you spoken to anyone about it?" Devon asks suavely in his turn, crouching in front of me. I could tell him that I did call someone before they caught me in the alley, but it might scare them and precipitate my death or whatever their intentions are toward me.

"I... I haven't heard much... and haven't spoken to anyone..." I stammer honestly, not sure that this is a good idea either.

"You've played with fire and poked your nose into things you shouldn't have..." Devon comments with a condescending tone and shaking his head.

"I'm not going to tell..." I start lying but a brutal slap across my left cheek shuts me up. I can taste some blood in my mouth and almost dry heave on it.

"Shut up!" Devon growls with a frightening glare.

"Devon, what do you think we should do?" Dominic then asks, obviously not at ease with the situation.

"We can't take the risk for him to denounce us..." Kenny argues firmly.

"No, we can't... Kenny is right," Devon agrees.

"I swear I'm not gonna..." I begin to argue again, but another slap falls on my face and this time I spit out the blood on the floor.

"I told you to shut the fuck up!" Devon growls. "I thought you were more clever than that, Mr Reed. Everybody usually speaks so highly of you! I wonder how you could be so stupid to get yourself into such trouble... You should have made sure you had some backup, and now you'll have to deal with the consequences. I think you and Derek were right, Dom. That little slut must have done some wonders to Pierce to keep his job," he then says with a chuckle, looking up at Dominic and Kenny before his eyes get back to me. "Too bad for you, boy... In your next life, be careful to mind your own business..." he tells me with a dark smile that quickly turns into something that I really don't like. His eyes suddenly fill with hunger. "And since we're not in such a hurry... I might as well enjoy a bit of fun with you before Kenny gets rid of you..." he then adds with the most perverted look I have ever seen. I see his eyes roam all over my chest before they stop at my centre, making my heart beat faster in dread.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dominic asks.

"I'm talking about... playing with some holes..." Devon answers as his hands reach for my shirt and harshly rip it open, revealing my bare chest as the buttons fly all around us. "Would you like to join, guys?" he asks while I struggle to get away from him, now fully understanding his intentions, but he lies me down on the hard floor and sits on my hips. The man is quite heavy and with my hands tied in my back, there is nothing that I can do, aside from scratching the skin of my hands against the cement while I wriggle beneath his weight.

"No way!!" Dominic yells. "I'm no fucking fag!!"

"Me neither, but you see, my wife has always refused that I fuck her ass... and that's something I've always wanted to try. An asshole is an asshole I guess..." Devon explains as he starts twisting my nipples, making me writhe about.

"Argh, I might as well throw up... I'll wait for you outside the building, that's just disgusting..." Dominic spits out before he turns around and leaves.

"Want some fun, Kenny? They say that faggots give the best blow jobs..." Devon chimes as he slightly backs up on my thighs and starts to fumble with my belt and undoes the first buttons of my jeans.

"No please!! Stop!! Don't do that..." I scream, now fully aware of the shitty position I'm in.

"Actually, that's an idea... a pretty good idea..." Kenny says as he kneels down by my head and covers my mouth with his hand to muffle my screams. "I haven't gotten laid in weeks and my blue balls would be willing to release in any kind of hole I guess..." he adds, palming the bulge in his pants with his other hand. "I hope you're hungry..." he then laughs out loud.
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Oh God... please help me... I don't want that... I'd rather die right away... My attention is pulled away when I feel a callous hand slip inside my pants and into my boxer briefs before it grasps my flaccid cock and squeezes it. Holy shit! I don't want his dirty hands on me!!! I struggle like a mad man, trying to kick my legs and writhing my hips but it only results in more pain as my hands scrape the hard ground beneath my butt, and in the end the fat man resting on my thighs doesn't budge an inch. Instead, he arches his wrist and he strokes me once, bringing unwanted tears in my eyes. One of the three bastards may have left but I am still fighting against two huge men and my small frame - despite all the workout I have done over the past few months - cannot win.

"Come on, boy... Stop fighting... You're gonna like it... You'll just have to imagine that's the beautiful Joshua fucking you... Because I guess he must be the one fucking you, right? I can't imagine him taking it up his ass..." Devon says before he retrieves his hand from my pants and goes into loud guffaws, followed by Kenny.

"That's a nice necklace you have here..." the latter whistles, his right hand leaving his crotch to touch my collar, which throws me into another fit of wrath. No way I can let him take it! Not my collar!! "I'll make sure to keep it before I get rid of his body. I'm sure I can make some good money out of it. It looks like white gold or maybe platinum..."

"Come on, let's turn him around and on his knees. You can have his mouth while I get his ass..." Devon proposes and I feel his weight lift off my thighs. I take this opportunity to fight some more and even manage a kick in his legs but they work it out too fast and before I know it, I find myself on my knees, my face smashed against the ground, while some hands squeeze my butt through my jeans. Kenny blocks my shoulders between his knees, preventing me from moving away. "Let's get rid of those pants, now..."

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Short description: Devon and Kenny attempt to assault Liam sexually. Devon briefly slips his hand inside Liam's pants before they flip him around to rest on his knees.
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Devon continues and as his fingers start fumbling with the remaining buttons of my jeans, a phone rings. "Fuck..." His hands immediately leave my body and he apparently answers the call. I was about to shout for help, but Kenny muffles my sounds by pressing a hand over my mouth while maintaining my body in place.

"Yes?" "............." "Is it that urgent? I'm taking care of an issue right now..." ".............." "Okay, hold on a minute..." There is a brief beep before he addresses Kenny. "Jones wants to talk to the three of us. Now. Gag him again, we'll finish this off later. He can't go away anyway... Let's go find Dominic..." I feel him move away from me and wrap a rope around my ankles while the piece of fabric is shoved back into my mouth and tied around my head. Within less than half a minute they are done and out the room.

I exhale a sigh of relief but it is short course because I know that they will probably soon come back. I am feeling sick from their disgusting touch and words. I don't want to experience that again, or even worse. My body is aching from all the effort I put in to escape their grip but I still manage to lay on my right side and, with tears in my eyes, I strengthen my arms and curl up in a fetal position. It only takes me a few seconds to pass my tied hands beneath my bottom until they are behind my knees. I am so feeling grateful to Joshua and his persistence on making me work out on my suppleness. I know I don't have much time, so I work my shaking hands to hastily unknot the rope at my ankles, freeing my feet, and struggle once more to pass them between my arms one after the other. With my hands in front of me, it is much easier to move and I don't dwell too long on all the blood covering my hands and some more that I feel dripping from my face and along my neck.

I pull myself up and wobble to the door. These idiots left it unlocked... or maybe they just didn't have a key. The room was actually some kind of stock room and it opens on a huge open space. I am indeed in an abandoned warehouse. I can still hear some works going on in the far distance and I hope that I am not too far from more buildings or houses where I'll be able to get some help. It seems like I am on an upper floor or attic because I can't see any exit doors, but only two staircases. The closest is to my left and there is another one on the other side of the warehouse. I silently approach the one on the left and prick up my ears. I can hear the men talking - or rather shouting - downstairs; I can't tell if they are outside the building or just beneath the staircase. Well this time, fuck my curiosity! I am not staying to satisfy it!

On shaking legs, I head toward the other staircase, as silently as I can, but the open space is huge and the second half is made of a wooden floor that creaks under my weight. Suddenly, I hear loud footsteps climbing up the stairs heavily as well as angry voices although I can't make up what they're saying apart from a Stay here! Let us finish this and we'll be back! I hurry to the other side and launch myself into the staircase, but I think I wasn't fast enough.

"Fuck!!! Dom! The little bastard is running away to the front of the building!!! Go get him!! We're taking the first floor!" a voice growls as they noisily run across the open space that I just crossed and I hastily leap down the steps, taking the guardrail for support.

I can't let them get me again. Not when I am so close to getting out. The building has to be rather high as the staircase is made of three long parts with landings between each of them. A heavy pounding on a metal door is echoing from below and I sincerely hope that Dominic is stuck behind it. From the last landing, and just as I am about to start descending the last long flights of steps, I quickly notice that this side of the warehouse holds offices and that the pounding comes from an exit door. Panic seizes me. Dominic must have gone out and run around the building, thus blocking me any access out.

Even if I feel like time has been put on hold, it actually all goes very quickly. In the chaos and the deafening growls surrounding me, I find myself at a loss at what I should do. Maybe I could try my luck weaving through the offices and corridors to reach the backside exit of the building? Devon and Kenny's footsteps are getting closer behind me and I can't afford to dwell on the situation. Dominic seems to have a hard time opening the old metal door, so I decide to follow my guts and try the backdoor. However, in my haste to quickly peek behind me to check on their progression, I miss a step and am unable to recover my balance due to my tied hands. I end up rolling down the remaining distance, knocking my head against the wall and my body hitting each of the edges until it finally meets the hard ground.

A loud scream escapes my mouth, followed by unwelcome whimpers as more pain rushes through my entire body. And then it is only chaos. Actually I can't be sure that the scream was only mine. Whoever that was, I remain prostrated on the floor, keeping my eyes shut close, not only to retain the tears of pain but also because I don't want to face what is going to happen next. I think Devon and Kenny have gotten closer; Dominic can't be far either; but there are more shouts and a big turmoil of noises and footsteps. Among this cacophony, there is one voice that I decipher but I must be dreaming it because I really don't see how its owner could be here. It must be the result of my fantasizing mind; the expression of my deepest wishes.

I exert my eyes to open but they are too heavy and the haze in my head is confusing my mind. I feel like darkness is welcoming me. And after this awful day, how could I resist not falling into its embrace? My thoughts go to Joshua and right then, uncontrollable sobs seize me. How could I do this to him after all he has pulled through for me? After he declared his love for me? How could I fail to respect the simple rule of always informing him of my comings and goings. I can't believe that what was supposed to be a normal day with a potential surprise to the man I love turned into such a disaster. I can't begin to imagine how he is going to feel when he finds out about my death; if he ever finds out...

I really fucked up big time here.

Published on 8 Dec 2016

I promise it's the last cliffhanger!!! 😇 Well, at least for this particular situation... 😏
So... sorry again for the awkward laying of this chapter with the blanks in the middle. I had first thought to do a "light" version of this chapter and publish another full version after the light one, but it was a bit silly for just a few paragraphs. Not that the contents is extremely violent, but I can understand that some readers could be uncomfortable with it, so I thought it was the best solution.

Time to get some sleep here, so, good evening to Americas, good night to the center of the world and good day further East!