He handed me the bowl of soup, sitting beside me again.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked.

"Don't need to." He said.

"Oh." I spoke, taking a small bite of the soup. (That autocorrected to soul and I was highkey dying)

He stroked my hair as I ate, watching me closely. "It's late. Once you're done, we'll go to sleep. I know you got very little."

"What time is it?"

"Almost seven."

"In the morning?"

"Mhm."

"So you can't go in the sun?" I asked.

"I can. It doesn't hurt, it just weakens me. I don't like the way it feels, anyway."

"Oh."

I pushed the bowl away, feeling full.

"You done?" He asked.

I nodded. He grabbed the bowl, quickly washing it, before he came back over to me. He took my hand, leading me up multiple flights of stairs and through many long hallways. How big was this house?

He opened the door to a room, pulling me inside. I looked around, intrigued by all of the weapons that hung off of the walls. There was a large bed in the center of the room, and what looked like a large set of Victorian style windows behind the bed. They were covered by black curtains, blocking out all of the light. In fact, the only light in the room was candle light.

"Take your clothes off."

"B-but--"

"Do as I say." He hissed, glaring at me.

I whimpered quietly, pulling the dress over my head. I pulled the socks and leggings off, leaving myself in just a pair of thin, lacy panties. I watched him move around the room, lighting the many candles.

He turned around, leaning against the dresser as he stared at me expectantly. Tears gathered as I took off my underwear.

"Good. As long as you're in here- or any place we're alone, really-, you won't be wearing clothes. I like to admire what's mine."

I nodded, wrapping my arms around myself. He came close to me, placing his hand on the side of my head. He tangled his fingers in my hair, using his grip to tilt my head to the side.

"Please don't hurt me again. I'm sorry..."

"I don't intend to hurt you. In fact, I can make you feel what ever I want." He told me.

He leaned in, kissing me lightly. He pulled away slowly, keeping his eyes on me.

He pressed his mouth to my neck, scraping the skin with his teeth. He moved away, running his thumb over my lips.

"What do you mean?" I muttered.

"I can make you feel what ever I want you to feel. It doesn't have to hurt. I can make you feel nothing, I can make you feel aroused, I can make you feel content, I can make you feel like you wish you were dead...It all depends on what I want."

"W-what do you want me to feel?"

He gave me a evil smirk, shoving me back onto the bed. I gasped when he pinned me down, roughly sinking his teeth into my neck.

I involuntarily moaned at the feeling, suddenly very hard and very aroused. I could feel him push his teeth in further, beginning to grind himself into my thigh.

I didn't know what to do. I know I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't be aroused by the man who fucking kidnapped me, but I am, and I can't help it.

He continued for a while and there was nothing I could do about it.

I watched him come up, wiping my blood off of his mouth with the back of his hand. I whined quietly, wanting him to so something about my issue. I was so hard and he still held both of my hands above my head.

I felt helpless and needy. I hated feeling like that. I was vulnerable beneath him.

He kissed me, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. I tasted the metallic flavor of blood on my tongue.

He smiled at me. "Tell me what you want, little boy."

I couldn't make myself answer. I just whined, not knowing what else to do.

"Spread your legs." He ordered.

I did as I was told, panting lightly. I whimpered as he lowered his head between my legs, nipping at my thighs. He released my hands, telling me not to move them. I didn't want to know what he'd do to me if I did.

He gripped my hips, flipping me over. I gasped as he pulled my ass in the air, landing a hard slap on me.

I didn't know what to say. I wanted him to continue, but at the same time, I wanted him to stop. He leaned over me, taking me earlobe between his teeth.

"You gonna be a good boy?"

I nodded.

"Want me to fuck you? Huh, baby?"

I don't really want him to fuck me, but I was too scared to say no. I nodded, whining when I felt him press into me. It hurt. A dry fuck was worse than anything, and it seemed like that was his intention.

I cried out in pain, clawing at the bed. "I-It hurts!" I cried.

He laughed. He didn't stop though. I whimpered, hiding my face. He raked his nails down my back, causing me to let out a pained scream.

Why was he doing this? He said he wouldn't hurt me....

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I woke up sometime later, feeling his arm draped over me. I turned my head, seeing him asleep behind me. I sighed. I don't like it here. I want to go home.

It's so cold, and my body was so sore. I pulled the blanket up further, curling up under it.

I felt the bed shift as he seemed to roll over. I bit my lip, hoping he didn't wake up. I don't like being with him. He said he wouldn't hurt me and all he ended up doing was hurting me.

I took in a sharp breath when I felt him begin to rub my side. "Good morning, beautiful."

"G-good morning."

"Did you sleep okay?"

I nodded. "Yes."

He kissed the side of my head, getting out of the bed. My breathing sped up as I began to cry. I don't know why I was crying, but I couldn't stop.

"Shh...." He told me, sitting back down. "What's wrong?"

"I-I don't know." I whimpered.

"Are you in pain? Does your body hurt?"

I nodded. He rubbed my back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like that."

I just nodded, hiding my face in my arms.

"I have to go out today. You have the choice of staying in here all day, or staying with Mike and Ricky."

"I wanna go with Ricky..." I told him.

"Okay. You have to get up, then." He said, pulling the blanket off of me. He ran his fingers over my back. "I'll get you something for the pain. And you can take a shower before bed."

"Oh...th-thank you."

He left the room, coming back a few minutes later.

I sat up on the bed, looking over my bare body. There were bruises on my wrists and thighs and stomach.

He handed me a pill and a glass of water. I took it, looking back to him. He was also holding a bundle of clothes. He handed them to me.

It looked like another pair of leggings, a plain black shirt with openings at the shoulders, and a regular pair of socks. I frowned, seeing no underwear with the clothes. I assume he didn't want me wear any.

While he was watching, I pulled the leggings on, along with the shirt and socks. He gave me my boots that I'd been wearing when he took me. I put those on, doing up the buckles.

He took my hand, pulling me to my feet. He led me out of the room, through the house, and to another room. He knocked on the door and it opened, revealing Ricky's Daddy.

"He's staying with you today. I have work to do."

"Oh- okay?"

He pushed me inside, leaving. Ricky's Daddy shut the door, staring at me like he was thinking.

"Go sit on the bed. When Ricky's done showering, I'll get you both breakfast."

I nodded, going to do as I was told. At least I won't be getting hurt today...

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Awe. Poor Chris.

Do you think Chris is going to get used to Ryan or will he be jumpy for a while?

~xxRy