WILL POV-

---- 8:19 AM ----

After their tense fight; the pair still stayed quiet; the atmosphere in the vehicle remaining tense. The brunette stared out the window, nursing his emotional and physical wounds from the argument. From the mirror, the small boy saw his face; his cheek beet-red from the slap; no one had ever hit him that hard, not even his dad.

Every time Will would look at Mike, he always had the itching urge to say something, but each time deciding it wasn't the best idea. His anger subsided, but he was still scared, angry and confused. Yet oddly, there was a part of him that couldn't help but feel a glint of empathy for his captor.

He was feeling empathetic that the tall boy had to deal with him... Will felt exhausted, watching out the passing scenery; he hated everything about the situation, and he hated himself. He couldn't really explain his feelings and he wanted to throw up; that's all he wanted to do this whole time he was kidnapped, perhaps he should get that checked out...

The brunette felt lost in thought, though his expression remained stoic and unreadable. Deep down, he knew he acted impulsively and allowed his anger to control him. He wasn't irrational; his choice was very called for; he just didn't mean to escalate the argument to the point it did, but he would not show any vulnerability.

But eventually, the brunette saw a sign on the side of the road, "Nebraska?" he questioned to himself, feeling a spark of hope, "Hey Mike, are we really in Nebraska?" he gleamed, excited that perhaps in one of the big cities, he could find some help.

However, before he could even finish his sentence, the ravenette interrupted with an annoyed glint in his eyes, "Shut up! I don't want to hear your stupid question!"

"Wanker." Will mumbled, retreating into silence as his hopes deflated. He looked out the window, watching the passing landscapes obviously evident that Mike was not interested in providing any information in their location.

Placing his eyes on the road, trying to distract himself as the uncertainty of the situation, and the tall boy's unpredictable behaviour weigh heavy in his mind, he wondered how much long he would have to endure.

Suddenly the car swerved into a gas station; Mike parked the vehicle bringing it to a halt, all the way at the back of the parking lot to not draw any attention to themselves. The ravenette turned, his eyes cool and menacing as he turned his head, "Listen here you little shit! You better stay in this car, got it? No funny business!"

Will, feeling annoyed and defiant responded, sarcastically putting on a fake smile, "Oh don't worry Mike. I wouldn't dream of going sightseeing without you!" dropping his face immediately.

The ravenette narrowed his eyes, clearly not amused by the response; already on edge and the sarcasm only added fuel to the fire; he always had such a short temper when it came to others. "You think this is a joke?" Mike snapped, his voice low and dangerous.

Will tried to hide his unease, but sadly his way of coping was jokes and sarcasm, placing a hand to his chest, "Oh I would never take this as a joke... you know how much I love being your prisoner." he said, trying to hide the smirk on his face.

Mike furrowed his brows, his face tightening, "You're playing a dangerous game!" he growled, his anger rising, "I suggest you stop this now before you regret it!"

Feeling the awkward shift, the brunette decided to comply with the warning, at least for the moment. "Alright, alright. I'll behave," he said, trying to sound a bit more submissive.

Mike's eyes glanced over, crossing the brunette's features, firmly telling the small boy to behave or their will be consequences. The same threat he's been spouting for the past day and a half; the Will wasn't aware if it was merely an empty threat to get him to be complacent, but he didn't really want to test it out, seeming like a stupid thing to do; all he had to do was behave... for now.

The ravenette exited the vehicle, heeding one last threat before stomping off, locking the car door behind him; even if the small boy did want to leave; these pesky handcuffs kept him trapped. Seeing Mike disappear out of sight, Will's bravado faded; oddly the scariest part was being lone with his thoughts.

He couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed in some weird way; he was controlled in every way but then again, he should be used to it considering his father was exactly the same; he loathed both of them; he hated them. He wanted to get far away from it all. It didn't make sense why did he have to be kidnapped? He was only a few weeks away from running away from his father; he had everything planned; he wanted to find his mother.

Even if his dad had told him that she no longer wanted him; for some reason, perhaps it was Lonnie's attitude or the way the man would lie through his teeth... he didn't want to believe that. Even if his mum didn't want him... he wanted to at least meet her even if it was just once.

His breathing deepened, worried he might have a panic attack if he continued. As he waited for the ravenette to return, he contemplated his options; it was obvious that provoking Mike would only lead to more trouble, but he can't stand the idea of being controlled and flung around as a toy.

---- 8:42 AM ----

The car door opened and slammed shut, Mike seething with anger as he sits in the driver's seat throwing the bags into the back seat. The brunette whined, grabbing his head as Mike intentionally hit him with all the bags. Rubbing his head, the small boy tried to hide the pain, scowling, "Oh, thanks for the gentle touch Mike. You really know how to treat a guy." he spat sarcastically; his voice laced with both irritation.

The tall boy's anger seemed to simmer beneath the surface as he glared at the brunette. He didn't acknowledge the sarcastic remark, but his clenched jaw and tensed muscles spoke volumes. The atmosphere in the car becoming hostile as the ravenette spoke, "I'm not in a good mood! You better watch your mouth, or I'll make sure you'll never be able to say anything again!"

Will nodded, watching Mike grip the steering wheel tightly. He glanced cautiously, noticing the tense feeling in his shoulders and a scowl on his face. He can tell something must have happened at the gas station to make the tall boy so angry, but he hesitates to ask; as much as he loves to push Mike's buttons- he was terrified of provoking him.

The atmosphere in the car was heavy, the ravenette rolled his eyes, grumbling, "In the bags, there is Reese's pieces... feed me!" he demanded.

Reluctantly, the brunette complied with the demands, feeling an intense fear and helplessness. He knew that refusing would only escalate the situation and as much as he would love to relay another witty comment... he didn't want to risk another slap mark.

With trembling hands, Will opened one of the bags taking out the candy; carefully reaching over to Mike who continue to steer the car with a menacing expression. The small boy attempted to focus on not dropping any of the candy but couldn't help wonder what happened at the gas station to make Mike so worked up, and if he wasn't careful, he could before the target and punching bag of all Mike's rage.

As the ravenette ate the candy, he started to fell a slight calmness washing over him. The sugary treats acting as a small distraction from the intense emotions that have been brewing in him, taking a deep breath, trying to regain control of his temper.

As they continue driving, the small boy noticed Mike seemed somewhat less agitated. Still, he remained cautious, not knowing of the next mood shift; slinking back to his seat as the whole bag had been eaten, and Will didn't get a single piece... and it was his favourite chocolate.

The brunette looked out the window again, his eyes furrowing as Mike swerved into a Motel not far from the gas station. The brunette panicked, feeling a tight knot twist in his stomach as his hands trembled. It looked like a sleezy Motel which did nothing to help his fears. He looked over at the ravenette who seemed oddly calm. Will's mind raced with possibilities of what might happen next, being alone with Mike in the Motel... Was Mike going to fuck him?

No! No! No! He couldn't have that. He prayed that; that's not what the ravenette wanted. He was even more scared now; he heard of criminals who kidnap people bring them to Motels and... Fucks them.

As he turned to the ravenette, mustering the courage to speak as the silence was deafening, "What are we doing at a Motel?" His voice shaking with anxiety, trembling with his own words; not knowing what to accept.

Mike turned off the engine, with a faint smirk as he replied, "I'm feeling stressed... so you're going to do whatever I want to make me happy." his answer sending a shiver down the small boy's spine, realising that Mike is currently enjoying the power he had over him. "Just do exactly what I tell you to," 

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