I spent the day with Ricky and Ryan Ashley. Ryan Ashley's boyfriend wasn't around. I'm not really sure where he went but I guess it didn't really matter too much.

It was late now. Or early, really. It was close to the time I would usually go to sleep with Ryan, so around 8 am. I had grown somewhat accustomed to their sleep schedule by now. Sleep all day and stay up all night.

Ryan and Mike still hadn't returned, but I can't say that I really miss Ryan. I'm kinda happy that he's not here.

Ricky had gone to bed and I decided that I would just go wait in Ryan's room. I had nothing else to do and I didn't want him to get mad at me. I hate when he's mad. He's scary. Well, he's scary no matter what...it's just worse when he's mad.

I laid down, kicking my boots off. I'm so bored. Maybe I'll just go to sleep. Should I take my clothes off? Will Ryan be mad if I don't take them off? Will he even be back anytime soon?

I think I should probably take them off. I don't want to risk him getting angry again. I sighed and sat up so I could strip down.

I left the clothes in a pile beside the bed as I pulled the blanket up over my body, and rolled over. There were a few candles lit in the room but I couldn't be bothered to blow them out. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall asleep.

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I was pulled away from my sleep by someone shaking me. "Chris...wake up."

I opened my eyes, blinking a little as I looked up at Ryan.

I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes and looking down at the bed.

"Hey."

I looked up at him and hummed, not really awake enough yet to form words.

"Did you sleep okay?"

I nodded.

He sat down on the bed, running his fingers through my hair. His fingertips trailed down my neck, and to my shoulder. I leaned my head to the side, knowing what he wanted at this point. He bent down, pressing his tongue flat against my skin.

He sat up and tilted his head back and sighed deeply. For the first time ever, I saw his fangs. I watched as his teeth slowly became longer and sharper.

He sunk his teeth into my shoulder, causing me to let out an involuntary cry. It wasn't painful though. It felt so good.

"Oh fuck." He groaned. "You taste so good."

I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, wanting to taste myself on his tongue. When I tasted my own blood, I almost came. I was suddenly turned on and I wanted him badly.

I pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. "Fuck me."

I knew what I was doing but I wasn't sure why I was doing it. I don't know where it came from or why this was the hottest thing ever.

He laughed, low and dark. "Oh, as much as I would love that, sweetheart, I need you to come with me. I have something for you."

"No. I want you." I breathed. "Now."

"It can wait a few."

"No, please, Ryan. I want you. I want to feel you. Bite me again."

"Chris, you know I'd usually take you up on that offer, but we need to talk about something, and I have something for you."

I whined, deciding to take the matter into my own hands. I leaned over him, kissing at his neck, trying to unbutton his pants.

"Bite me again. Please. Please, Ryan. I'll be good. I'll do anything you want, please just bite me again." I begged. "I need you. I love you."

There was a look on Ryan's face that I wasn't sure was good. He had one eyebrow raised, his eyes locked with mine, and his jaw clenched.

He pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. He pressed his lips to my chest, scraping his teeth along my skin. He moved up slowly, pressing his lips to mine.

I tried to move my hips against him, to get any kind of friction, but his hold on me was too tight.

He bit my lip, drawing blood. I moaned loudly, closing my eyes.

He pulled back, running his fingers along my stomach. I arched my back into his touch, but the next this I knew, his hand was covering my mouth and I could taste blood dripping down my throat. I opened my eyes and met his.

He pulled his hand back and grabbed my jaw, somehow knowing I was ready to spit his blood out.

He held my nose with his other hand until I had no other choice but to swallow. When he finally let go, I rolled onto my side, coughing and gasping for air. He stood up, watching me.

"Why?" I coughed, pulling myself up.

He stepped towards me and I was instantly filled with fear. He was mad at me. He was going to hurt me.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I-I don't know why-"

"Hey, relax. I'm not mad." He cut me off. "It's not your fault. It's happening faster than I thought it would."

"What is?" I asked, pulling myself up.

"You're getting addicted too fast. I don't know why. I've never seen a human respond so quickly."

I didn't respond. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know why. Did it have something to do with what Maria said about me?

He shook his head and sighed. "Come. I have something for you."

I nodded and slowly got up. He walked over to his closet to get something, and I got nervous again.

The last time he went into his closet to get something, he ended up hurting me.

He slowly took a few steps back as he moved away from the closet and closed the door.

I couldn't see what he was holding. I bolted as he turned around, not even making it to the door before he grabbed me. I don't know how he was so fucking fast but it wasn't fair.

"Oh god, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. Please, don't hurt me..." I sobbed, falling to my knees to try and shield myself from what might come. "I didn't mean to. I didn't know. Please..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked. He sounded annoyed but not angry. "Why the fuck are you running?"

I glanced up at him, seeing that all he was holding was a bundle of clothes.

"I-I...I didn't mean to. I got scared. The last time you went to the closet, I...you-you hurt me."

He was quiet for a minute, seeming to be thinking. "I'm not going to hurt you. Stop acting like I am."

He helped me up, and handed me the clothes.

"Get dressed." He said.

I nodded and slowly got dressed. It was just a tshirt and boxers. I pulled them on, thankful for once not to be wearing women's clothes.

He motioned for me to follow him, so I did, not wanting to make him upset. He led me down the hallway, not far from his room, to a different door.

I wasn't sure what was behind this door and I was nervous. I didn't know what I was walking into to. I didn't know if this meant I would be getting hurt. I didn't know if I was gonna be locked up in here.

He pushed the door opened and took my hand. He brought me inside. I looked around the room with wide eyes.

It wasn't a torture room or a prison cell or anything like that. It had my stuff in it, from my apartment. All of the stuff from my bedroom was here.

I looked back at Ryan. "Wh-"

"This is your room. You can stay in here whenever you'd like. I figured it would be better to surprise you with it instead of just ask you what you wanted." He told me. "Of course, I enjoy when you sleep by me, but I won't force it."

I looked around the room again before turning back to him. "I...thank you."

He nodded, giving me a small smile. He gently pushed me into the room, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the bed, glancing around.

"The cat is here too, probably hiding somewhere."

"Really?"

"Yes. It was a bitch to catch, but it's here somewhere."

"Thank you."

I sat down on the floor and looked around again. It felt safer here now. It felt more like home.

I saw my kitten poke his head out from under the bed, before he spotted me and ran over. I picked him up and held him close, kissing the top of his head.

"What's its name?" He asked.

"Oh...I don't really have a name for him yet. I couldn't figure out what to name him."

"Ember." Ryan said. "His eyes remind me of embers."

I looked at the little black kitten in my arms. I did like Ember. It was a fitting name.

I nodded. "Ember." I lifted him up and kissed his nose. "You hear that, buddy? Your name is Ember."

I put him back in my lap so he could sleep, before looking up at Ryan, who was already staring at me.

"Are the rules the same here?"

Ryan shook his head. "This is the one room in the house where there are no rules. This is your space. No one is allowed in or out without your permission. Even me. Even if you make me mad, that won't change. I'm trying to give you more of your home so you won't keep trying to run away. I want you to trust me."

"Not even you?"

He shook his head.

"And soon, sweetheart, if you behave, you'll get phone privilege. I'll see how you do with this, and if you're good, I'll allow you one phone call a week, and depending on that, you'll eventually get your own phone." Ryan explained. "And if you continue to behave, I'll allow you to somewhat go back to your life, within reason."

"Within reason, how?"

"Well, of course you'll stay here, but you'll be allowed to go out more, and you'll be allowed to see your friends and family."

"Work?"

"Oh, baby, you'll never have to work again. I have all the money you'd ever need." He said. "But every time you're bad, you lose something. You lose a privilege when you disobey, understand?"

I nodded. That didn't sound bad. Behave and I get my life back. I'd get to go out with my friends, and Id get to see Dev too.

"I understand."

Ryan leaned over and kissed him. "Good boy..."

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sorry it's been such a long time
but outta no where i just had like an urge to write for this story. idk why i stopped working on it originally. it's really good and has a lot of potiension. i just hope i eventually remember where i was going with it. and if not, maybe i'll end up with some new ideas fornis

hopefully it keeps going tho. maybe meds are all i need to make me wanna write shit 😭😭

also sorry if this chapter and note is a little wild. i wrote over half of it ( like everything after the little time skip lines) while i was fucked up on way more ambien than i should be so that's fun

~xxLux