WILL POV-

Following a few seconds later, the pair reached the dining room, the small boy forced to take a seat beside Mike and Richie; stuck in the middle. Trying to hide his discomfort, Will sighed a shallow breath, hiding behind a forced smile, but the anxiety evident as his hands fidgeted and his eyes darted around the room.

He looked down at the table; elegantly set with food as the room was adorned with family photos and artwork, but Will knew he couldn't appreciate the décor when he had a literal kidnapper by his side ready to reprimand him for making a simple mistake. He had to maintain this charade, but the pressure felt overwhelming.

On the other side of the table, sat Mr Wheeler, Mrs Wheeler and a young girl, probably under the age of 10; if the small boy remembered correctly, that was Holly; Mike's younger sister. The ravenette said he had another sister, Nancy, but it seemed as though she wasn't here. The small boy sighed in relief, one less person meant one less person to catch his lie.

The brunette couldn't help but fidget with his fingers under the table, the weight of the situation dawning on him; he was never a social person; he could not do this. He stole a glance from the two boys by his side; both oddly calm and composed. Mike merely crossed his arms over his chest, obviously waiting for this meal to be over, while Richie had an obnoxious smile; a plan behind his eyes.

But all of a sudden, Karen presented the food, placing a plate in front of Will. Accepting it with a forced smile, "Thank you," he said, trying to sound genuine despite the real threat this whole situation imposed on him. Hoping that by engaging in the meal he could distract himself... at least for a while.

The aroma of food filled the room; swimming in the air. He hated to admit but it smelt delicious; the small boy never had this type of environment before. Lonnie would only bring food for himself and never any for the brunette, so he ended up only eating unhealthy foods or whatever was easy to make. Will took a small bite, savouring the flavour that melted onto his taste buds.

He focused on his plate, carefully cutting into his food and taking occasional glances at Mike who seemed to be engrossed in a conversation with his parents, then at Richie who was still wearing a mischievous smirk.

"So Will..." Karen cooed cutting into the small boy's thoughts, "how did you and Mike meet?" she smiled.

Will looked up, feeling all eyes on him as he placed his fork down. "Oh, um, we... met at a friend's party."

"Did you drink there?" Richie sarcastically questioned, trying to get the brunette into trouble.

"What? No, no of course not!" Will nervously waved his hands around, "It was a birthday party!" a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.

"That's nice dear!" Karen brightly smiled, taking a sip of her drink, "I've been begging Mike to tell me the story of how you met, and he never has!" she whined playfully.

"Thats because it's embarrassing!" Mike lied with a grumble, pretending to be so in love that he didn't want to disclose the circumstances at which they met because it was a secret; yet in actuality it was just an incredible act.

"I think its adorable!" She cooed, a soft smile dancing on her lips.

But before the small boy could take another bite of food, Ted chimed in, wiping his face with a napkin, ensuring to have no morsels of food tainting his perfect image. "So what do you do for a living, Will?"

"I um..." the brunette thought; he didn't really have a job at the current moment. Well, he did but it was a part time job at the supermarket, not something a respectable middle-class family would like to hear from him. So instead saying the job he wished he had, "I'm a graphic designer!" he lied, sounding composed.

"Thats quite interesting, and what are your future plans? Do you see yourself, settling down with Mike?" The old man added.

"Excuse me?" the brunette blinked, surprised by the question.

"He's talking about marriage!" Richie deadpanned tilting his head.

"Oh... um, I... I mean it's- it's cool, but it's a bit early for that..." the small boy stuttered.

"What about having kids?" the glasses boy cut in, his gaze directed at Will studying him intently, making the brunette uneasy.

The small boy felt a wave of discomfort wash over him, and without thinking, responded with a hint of sarcasm as his inner self bubbled to the surface, trying to deflect the intrusive question, "Oh absolutely!" he said awkwardly chuckling, "But the last time I checked, I don't really have a uterus to bear the child!" unintentionally biting back, just like how he would talk to Mike.

As soon as the words escaped his lips, the small boy regretted his response as a sudden inflow of pain surged through his arm almost causing him to wince aloud. His eyes immediately shifted to his hands as the ravenette reached over gripping his aching wrist, causing a shooting pain through his body; quickly looking down to hide the discomfort,

Richie raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden change in personality, "Really? Maybe you haven't tried hard enough!" he said, wanting the small boy to continue being sarcastic and drop this façade. "Mike, maybe you should pork him more often!" he chuckled.

Feeling a slight tension, Karen intervened, noticing the hostility in the air, "Richie! Don't say that at the lunch table!" she said firmly

The glasses boy grumbled but backed down even though he had already done damage. Will felt the weight of the situation sink in, realising that he needed to be more careful with his words and actions. The situation he's gotten himself into, is far more complex and dangerous then he had ever imagined; he couldn't afford to go too far as Mike kept tightening his grip, now growling quietly.

"Let's talk about something else, shall we?" Karen said with a comforting tone, diffusing the situation with a gentle smile. Her maternal purity offered a sense of relief among the anxiety, redirecting the conversation by turning the focus away from the topic of children and perhaps something safer, "Tell us about your parents Will, what are they like?"

The small boy hesitated for a moment; feeling a metaphorical punch to the gut as a deep sadness lingered within. He knew he must keep up this charade but lying about his own family felt like a heavy burden. Suppressing his genuine emotions, he forced a tiny smile beginning to craft a fictional tale of his parents.

"They're... uh, well, they're great," Will stammered, trying to sound convincing. "They're always there for me, supportive and all..." glancing down at the plate.

Deep within, he yearned for the type of loving dynamic he witnessed in the few short minutes he had been in this house; seeing the genuine connection they share, and a stark contrast to the cold and distant relationship he had with his own parents; his father being abusive and his mother being absent for much of his life.

The old woman's keen eyes and motherly instincts noticed another shift in the brunette's demeanour, and she could tell something is wrong; concerned, she gently questioned, "Are you alright Will?"

The small boy managed a weak nod and a forced smile, trying to hide his inner emotions, "I'm fine, just tired from the journey." he replied, attempting to brush off the sadness that lingered in his eyes. "I umm... I need to use the bathroom!" he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Mike's eyes narrow, tightening his grip on Will's aching wrist. "You're not going anywhere without me!" he whispered menacingly.

Karen furrowed her brows, not noticing the tension between them. "Oh Will, let me show you to the bathroom!" she said cheerfully, gesturing him to follow.

The brunette's heart skipped a beat at this opportunity to escape the ravenette's grasp as he simply nodded, standing from his seat and following the blonde-haired woman to the end of the hall. "Here's the bathroom" she gestured, pointing to the furthest door from the dining room.

But Karen, being a warm and caring host, turned to the small boy, stopping him in his tracks; she couldn't tell of the situation between Mike and Will. She assumed it was merely the nerves of meeting his boyfriend's family for the first time. "Oh dear, it's perfectly normal to be a bit nervous," she said with a comforting smile, "Everyone is excited to meet you... Even Holly made a card for you!" she chuckled the last sentence.

"Thank you, Mrs Wheeler!" the brunette mustered a weak smile and nod; still feeling the ravenette's eyes burn holes into his head as his head poked from the dining room. He needs to be careful but couldn't ignore his own overwhelming feelings.

Once in the bathroom, Will took a moment to collect himself, splashing water on his face trying to calm his nerves. Glancing at his own reflection, he saw his dead eyes; just wanting to be free to go back home and live his life again.

His mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions, feeling the weight of the truth pressing down on him, but he also feared the consequences of revealing Mike's criminal activities to his parents. He could do it but... they wouldn't believe him; they seemed to genuinely care for their son and probably take his side no matter what.

Suddenly, he heard a knock from the door; rolling his eyes, expecting yet another lecture and interrogation from Mike. Drying his face with a towel; with a mixture of determination and isolation, he sighed unlocking the door, slowly opening it.

But to his surprise, it was his 'boyfriend's' twin brother Richie; he didn't know if he would rather have Mike instead; well, at least Richie doesn't threaten him every second sentence; merely asking dumb questions.

He jumped back, feeling uneasy, maintaining a distance by keeping his guard up, "Richie? W-what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to sound composed despite the way Richie was staring at him.

The glasses boy smirked, leaning against the doorframe, "Oh, I just couldn't resist coming to check out the new addition to our family," he said, his eyes lingering on Will in a way that made him uncomfortable.

"Oh, I was just using the bathroom..." he replied, trying to keep his tone steady.

Richie chuckled, seemingly enjoying Will's discomfort. "Come on... spill the beans!" he smirked, taking his arm off the door frame and walking toward the small boy. "You were jerking off, weren't you?"

The brunette widened his eyes stepping back as the glasses boy closed the distance between them. His back hit the wall of the bathroom as the tall boy placed an arm on the tiles behind him.

"Is he amazing in bed?" Richie asked, a mischievous smirk on his face. "But you know... I could be soo much better."

"Richie... I- I don't like this!" Will mumbled, resurfacing memories from the motel returning; feeling as though he was being put in the same position again.

"I could pay you... More than Mike is." The glasses boy proposed

"Mike... isn't paying me!" The brunette squirmed

"Oh, come on... a boy like you knows how to use his face and body," Richie accused

"A-A boy like me?" Will mumbled, swallowing hard as he tried to move away from Richie's touch

"Yeah..." The glasses boy ducked down slightly to Will's ear, whispering, "A slut who would do anything for money."

"I'm not a slut..." The brunette shook his head.

"Then why does it feel like you like this?" Richie questioned in a husky tone

"R-Richie... please." Will quietly begged

"Then admit it!" The glasses boy said sternly, "Admit you're a slut my brother is paying to date him."

"He- He-" The small boy muttered.

Suddenly a loud sound boomed through the bathroom, "What the Hell is going on in here?" Mike stood in the doorframe; his voice filled with fury as he saw the glasses boy hunching over the brunette.

Richie smirked, backing away to lean against the sink. "Just having a little chat with your prostituteboyfriend... I was testing him!"

"He's not a prostitute!" The ravenette growled, "He's my boyfriend and it's not your business."

"Really? Then why does he have handcuff marks, he's probably been tied to the headboard one too many times," the glasses boy spat.

Mike's anger flared like it always did, the small boy barely managed to stand upright; still feeling overwhelming shock from the situation grabbing his wrist.

"So what if he has those marks...? I'm the one that did that to him!" Mike admitted, annoyed that his plan of pretending wasn't working.

The brunette's cheeks flushed; the situation made Will seem as though he was ready to jump into bed with anyone who gave him a bit of money.

Yet Richie shrugged nonchalantly, "Prove it then. I bet he's some prostitute you hired to be your boyfriend... show me that your relationship is real!"

Will's eyes widened at the request; how the hell would the ravenette prove anything like that; they had no pictures together, no shared memories; nothing; they were merely kidnapper and captive. The small boy opened his mouth to say something but before he could protest, Mike stepped forward, determination in his eyes, "You want proof? Watch this?" he declared, pulling Will close and pressing his lips firmly against his.

It took the small boy by surprise... Was- Was he kissing his kidnapper? 

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