Tyler's POV, explaining where he was and what happened. Some of you may connect a few things from this chapter. Enjoy ^.^
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(Tyler's POV)
I woke up with a massive headache. The next thing I noticed was that my hands were tied up, I was sitting on the ground in the room, which looked like a basement. And I wasn't alone.

There were six people there, two of them on their computers. The rest were doing their things. A three on their phones and one reading a book. And the worst thing was that I knew all of them.

How did they found me? I thought I erased every sign after me. Where's Craig? Is he alright? Did they kill him?

"What do you want?" I asked them, grabbing their full attention.

"Tyler, it's so good to see you again," Malcolm smiled at me.

"I can't say the same," I replied, trying to focus on anything else than to the pounding pain in my head.

"You will be, I bet. You fucking boys now, huh?" A new, but not unfamiliar, deep voice echoed through the room.

"Dimitrij, I thought you died," I mumbled, feeling my racing heart.

"Looks like Death decided otherwise, but your friend left me with an ugly burns on my body. You know he's going to pay for that with the same coin, you know that."

I was certain he burned to death! Dammit.

"I want to speak with him alone. Everybody out," Dimitrij ordered, his eyes never left me, while I watched others walking out of the room.

"I can forgive you, for breaking the rules, Tyler. And as much as you broke my heart, I still love you as my son."

Son you had been raping every fucking night?! That's not a father-son love.

"I don't need your forgiveness," I growled, when he hunkered down on my level.

"I already forgave you. Tyler, you know you belong with us... there's no other family that's going to love you for what you do, for your past. The amount of innocent people you tortured and send to death," he continued steadily, still smiling.

Craig is here for me. We've been through so much shit lately that I don't think there's a single thing we won't get through.

"That little boy of yours... I didn't kill him if you want to ask," Dimitrij continued, slowly caressing my cheek like he used to do when I was a child.

Craig is alive! That's all that matters.

"But I can kill him very easily, you know that. I won't do that, Tyler, do you want to know why?"

"Get your hand off of me," I growled, turning my head to the side to escape his hand.

He grabbed my head, moving it back to previous position. I looked into his eyes, recalling everything he had done to me, remembering how I felt.

"You've been always so resistant, that's what I love about you the most. The fury in your eyes... I won't kill him for you, but you need to cooperate. Return back to us, this family needs you, I need you."

He found me, I believe he can kill Craig in a no time. Mainly because my innocent cinnamon roll don't know anything about this, about them, about my life I had been living.

"Your brothers and sisters want to kill you, most of them. They wish to see you die in agony, dying slowly. Join us, and they won't do that," Dimitrij continued, and I knew there wasn't really a choice for me in this situation.

Send Craig to death and myself as well, or join them, and spent another years locked down, slowly going insane, but he's going to live. I would do anything for Craig, anything. Even that means I won't see him anymore, I won't talk to him, nor will I hold him.

"What do you say, Tyler?"

I felt tears in my eyes, and I blinked several times to push them back. The idea of not seeing Craig hurt so much, but I knew it was way better than him dying.

"You won't fucking touch him, nor will any of you even stalk him. Let him out of this, and I'll return," I said steadily, seeing him smile.

"We won't touch your boy, this what I can promise, but we're going to hunt down your friend. Now that we know where you live, it's going to be easier for us to find him. You two are still in contact, aren't you?" Dimitrij frowned at the end, letting go of my face.

"I won't tell you shit. You have me, let everybody else out of this," I said.

"How can we be so sure he won't go after you, hm? Or that you won't contact him. He saved you once, but I won't allow him to get you away from me for the second time. You're mine and mine only, Tyler, I thought you remembered that," he whispered deeply, taking my hands into his.

"Don't you fucking touch me! I'm not a child anymore," I defended myself, trying to move my hands away from him.

"I'm well aware of that, son, I really am. And it breaks my heart, because I wasn't able to see you change into a man. But I'm here now, Tyler. So we have a deal? We'll let that boy of yours, and you'll join us again," he tightened his grip on my hands, and I closed my eyes just for a few seconds, before I opened them again.

"Yes, we have a deal," I whispered, my heart bled even more.

Please, forgive me for hurting you, for leaving you alone now. Please, forget about me. Find another man, be happy, you deserve that. I love you, Craig.