*Troye's POV*

I awoke with a jolt to the sound of metal clattering beside my ear. I tried to jump away, but my body just did not permit that. I gasped, the unbearable pain in my side sending me a reminder that it was still very much there. I flopped back to the floor, taking a few deep breaths before opening my eyes. The first thing I seen was the metal tray right in front of my face. It had a bowl on it, though the slimy contents had mostly spilled all over the cell, including on myself. I groggily examined it from my position on the cold concrete a bit more, too exhausted to even attempt lifting my head again. It looked like creamed corn, gross. Not that I'd planned on eating the slop anyway. Suddenly something clicks in my mind and I realize the tray had to come from somewhere, so I flicker my eyes up to the bars. The door is open, but Wyatt is standing in the way of freedom. I really didn't think I would have had much chance getting there even if he wasn't though. I probably could sit up if I was determined enough, the pain was horrid but probably not enough to keep me from walking. But it was so much easier to just lay here and try to keep the pain at bay altogether, and I definitely didn't feel like running.

"Eat up, you're going to need your energy." I shivered, not even wanting to know why I'd be needing that energy. I studied his face, but it was as cold and emotionless as always. His eyes were dark, but I hoped it was from the low lighting conditions and not lust. I really couldn't deal with that level of creepy right now. They were flickering around the cell, not focusing on anything for more than a second. He really did have the crazy essence to him, why had I never noticed before now? With his hair greased back like that he almost seemed like a snake, which only made me even more uncomfortable. I watched him lift a hand and flinched, even though I knew he couldn't do me any damage from that distance. I was right, he'd only intended to point at the food on the floor and nod, trying to make a point. 

"There is no way in hell I'm eating this." I stated firmly, staring into his dark eyes. He groaned, rolling his eyes like someone would do over a misbehaving child.

"What's wrong with you? I'm sure you're starved." He said, gesturing to the small grated window like that would tell me exactly how long it'd been since I'd eaten. Judging by the light this was my second morning here, so nearly two days here now. That's over twenty-four hours, the cops should be searching for me by now. Suddenly my stomach rumbled, betraying me. Wyatt smirked knowingly and I debated sticking my tongue out at him. I didn't though, instead staring at the gruel just in front of my face. I was hungry, but the thought of eating that only made me want to vomit. The thought of eating anything that sick fuck gave me made me want to vomit. What if he'd drugged it? What if he wanted me unconscious to... Oh god, maybe I'd be vomiting after all, just thinking about his intentions with me. Surely he wouldn't get that far before someone found me. Someone was going to find me, they had to. 

I jumped a foot in the air when I felt him kick my limp foot. The pain surging through my side was insane, but I still scurried to the far corner of the cell to get away from him. I'd been so lost in my thoughts I hadn't even noticed him walking toward me. I clutched my chest and glared up at him.

"What's wrong with me? What a fucking ironic question coming from a psychotic kidnapper possible rapist murderer." 

"Oh, come on, that's a little harsh. There is nothing wrong with me. Can you really blame me for wanting to keep you to myself so badly? You've been my idol, my reason for living, for over a year now. When you said you'd go to coffee with me, that was the most surreal moment of my entire life. People don't just go to coffee with their idols everyday, you know. And then you wanted to date me and for just a little bit, I felt like I had everything I ever wanted. Except I didn't. I never had you, you were always his." During his impromptu speech he had knelt down beside me, now at eye level and less than arms length away from me. I didn't like the close quarters, but I'd already backed as far away as I could. He was tilting his head to the side, looking at me inquisitively. It was like he was studying me, waiting to see what would get a rise out of me and what wouldn't, like he craved every reaction I could give. He was sick, in the most serious sense of the word. I could tell just be his shifty eyes and constant twitching, something just wasn't ticking right inside of his brain. He was like a teeter-totter, I never knew which way he would tip. Was he going to be angry or show me some sort of sympathy? I didn't think even he knew. Nobody knew when he was going to go off next and that's what made it all the more scary.

He was moving toward me, slowly but surely. I had to think of something, anything, to keep his lips off of mine. I scanned my brain desperately before remembering I hadn't replied to him.

"Do you want to know the funny part? I don't even feel bad." I spat, enjoying the sparks of adrenaline shooting to my fingertips. He looked genuinely hurt by this, at first. Then the tables turned, his lips turning up into a coy smirk. 

"Oddly enough, neither do I." He whispered smugly. Before I had time to think he had both hands on my chest, pushing me back against the wall with such force the breath was knocked right out of my lungs. I gasped, but didn't get much air before he crashed his lips against mine. I struggled underneath him, trying desperately to land a kick right where it hurt. He just sat on my legs, grabbing both of my wrists and holding them above my head. I felt hot tears on my cheeks, but other than that I showed no emotion. I didn't even show any signs of life, staying completely still underneath of him. He didn't seem to like this though, as he pulled away a lot sooner than I'd expected.

"Kiss me back." He growled darkly. I was still pinned underneath of him, but this was a shred of dominance I was not about to give up. I shook my head slowly, slightly tentative. He snorted, letting my hands go. I smiled for a split second, glad to be free. It didn't last long though, as I soon realized he'd only needed his hands to hurt me in another way. He punched me then, right in the chest not far from where he'd kicked last night. I cried out in pain, writhing underneath of him. He stood up then, glowering down at me. We stayed like that for a long time, him just standing over me watching as I quietly sobbed. Hell, he was probably getting some sort of enjoyment out of it. I hadn't looked up for a long time, not wanting to meet his wicked eyes. I supposed I should though, at least then I'd have an idea what was going on in the sadistic fuck's mind. I glanced up, still clutching my side for dear life. He wasn't actually looking at me though, instead in the direction of the tiny window outside of the cell. He didn't even look back before walking over toward it. He walked out of sight for a minute, but then came back with a bag in his hands. I watched him slip the cell's key into his pocket after locking it behind him. It's not like he had to worry about being locked in here with me, I wasn't exactly a threat. I was curious about the bag though, especially when I recognized the word pharmacy on it.

"I have painkillers, lots of them. They aren't even opened so you know I haven't tampered with them." He said flatly, digging into the plastic bag and retrieving a few packages of pills. I concentrated on focusing on the labels, seeing they were just ibuprofen and paracetamol. I'd heard of both of them before, so at least he wasn't offering me some crazy unknown drug. Wait, was he even offering it to me?

"Stop rubbing it in my face, dick." I hissed. He was probably doing this on purpose, so he got to enjoy my disappointed face when he didn't give them to me. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction though. I'd feign disinterest until he gave up and left fed up. 

"I'm not, I'm making a proposition." My emotionless face wavered for just a second. A proposition? I wonder what he wanted... I mean, at least he was asking instead of just taking whatever it was, not that there was really much I had left to offer. No, what had I just told myself? I was not interested in the pills.

"No fucking way, I don't make deals with the devil."

"That's a shame, because I really think you might have some broken ribs." He cooed, giving me a fake pout. He twiddled with the pill bottle for a few more seconds, as if giving me a chance to rethink my answer. Eventually he seemed to get bored though, sighing and starting toward the cell door. I frowned, realizing what an idiot I was being. I should at least listen to what he has to say. Those pills could really help me.

"What's the proposition?" I forced out, gritting my teeth and refusing to meet his gaze.

"It's simple really, all you have to do is kiss me back." I grimaced slightly before I could help myself, but he didn't seem to mind. He was standing, half-in half-out of the door, waiting on my response. My brain and heart were at war with themselves. I knew it was the smart thing to do, he could have asked for a lot worse. But why was it still so hard for me to say no? Surely Tyler would understand, it's not like I was doing it because I wanted to. Tyler. The very thought of him put a lucid calmness over me. Before I knew it I'd be back in his arms. I'd be whole again.

"I'll do it." I mumbled, sounding a lot more defeated than I'd intended. Wyatt smiled smugly, like he'd been expecting this from the start. 

"Good boy." He chuckled, ruffling my matted hair up as best he could. He placed the pills in my hand with a smile.

"Bottoms up." I wished he'd given me water to wash them down, considering I seriously doubted the sink gave drinkable water. I'd never ask him for it though, that'd be admitting I needed him for something. I rationed the pills out, downing the right amount. I cursed myself for the thoughts that flashed through my mind of downing them all at once. I could never do that to Tyler. I had to stay strong for him, no matter what. 

After swallowing the reasonable amount of pills I leaned my head back against the brick wall, closing my eyes slowly. I was almost drifting to sleep when I felt a hand on my inner thigh. I slapped it away, clamping my legs together tightly and glaring at Wyatt.

"What the hell is wrong-"

"Your end of the deal, babe." The pet name sent shivers down my back, but he had a point. Backing out of the deal at this point would positively enrage him. I took a deep breath and nodded, forcing a shaky smile on my chapped lips. He smiled back, a big wicked toothy grin. Then he advanced on me, positioning my legs on either side of him. I didn't really enjoy the position but I'd deal, at least we had clothes on. He kissed me deeply and I forced my lips to move in time with him, albeit mechanically. He didn't seem to pick up on my disinterest in the kiss though, or maybe he did and just didn't care, but he was really into it. Before I knew it his tongue was sloppily exploring my mouth and it felt disgusting, but I couldn't push him off. I was his play thing, and I'd agreed to it. Just when I was sure I couldn't take any more at all, he finally pulled away with a smile. My eyes locked with his and I was surprised to see how cocky he looked. Why'd he look so pleased with himself? It was one freaking kiss. 

"Say cheese! Anything else you want to say to Tyler while we're at it? You know, the good-bye you never got to say." My eyes went wide and I turned too quickly, sending sharp pains through my head. I winced in pain, squeezing my eyes shut as a hand flew to my temple. I was determined now though, so I forced my eyes to open back up. My heart stopped seeing that Wyatt was holding his phone toward us, obviously filming. What did I want to say to Tyler? God, there were so many things and now that I was here I couldn't think of one. Well, I guess there was one...

"I love you, Tilly, so fucking much. I will love you until the world stops spinning, don't you think otherwise for a second." I choked out, tears enveloping my face. I seen Wyatt rolling his eyes out of the corner of mine, but I didn't care. I forced a smile at the phone, showing my teeth just like he liked. Wyatt abruptly ended the video there, immediately attaching it to a text and sending. I waited until it was completely sent and smirked.

"Can't people trace your phone?" He raised a single eyebrow at me and slowly shook his head.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? A have a hacker friend who's made it untraceable. This wasn't just some split decision, Troye, I've been planning this before even running into you in the supermarket. It definitely played out well for me. Hell, if it wasn't for Tyler we might have been able to skip the whole kidnapping thing all together." He snickered, as if he found this 'imagine if' scene extremely amusing. He started to stand, but a glint of metal by his pocket caught my attention. It was the chain, the one the key had been on. It wasn't around his neck today! If I could get my hands on that there'd be a chance, a very slim chance, but still a chance, that I could get out of here on my own. I had to try, I had to try for Tyler.

"That's it? I offer to kiss you back and that's all you've got?" He turned on his heel slowly, giving me a confused smirk.

"Are you saying you want more?"

"Well, no, but that was just sort of pathetic, that's all." I mumbled, flashing the closest thing I could manage to a flirty smile. It seemed to work because a second later he was lumbering back to where I sat, a determined expression set on his face. He knelt back down, immediately tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking me back to him. It still felt just as gross, but it was a lot easier to stand it knowing it was for the greater good. 

a/N: I just want to make sure EVERYONE hates Wyatt and wants him to die horribly, am I succeeding? Also, HOLY REITHFTEWIG FORTY FUCKING THOUSAND READS. I AM HONESTLY NOT OKAY. YOU GUUUUuUuuUuUuUuYS! GOLD STAR FOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! Okay, this chapter is sorta short compared to the last few and I don't know why, it felt longer but whatever. Here you go, comment and vote and let's celebrate 40K reads!!!

Also, if you're not following me (ew, who are you) you probably won't see this, but I am planning on posting a Troyler one-shot book in the next 24 or so hours which will probably be mostly smut but it won't be totally plotless smut if that makes sense? Each chapter will have a set plot and yeah, okay, I'm rambling. If you're interested in that keep your eyes peeled for when I post it. Love all you minions, you are utterly amazing.