I'm eleven years old, and the family has gone to New York on vacation. The smells disgust me...I'm young and I don't see what others see in this utopia. The smell of black coffee wafts so suddenly around every corner along with the stinging aroma of piss and smoke. Outlandish individuals stumble around like it's the last year of the best five years of their lives. Shady folks pass something inconspicuously to one another; standing in large herds like elephants...or sheep.  Everywhere you go is another obstacle course with the looming threat of possible shanking or otherwise mugging. You hear something every hour about a Brooklyn and Manhattan war, and it makes you never want to get in the crossfire. The stench of alcohol permeates the air and you never know if someone is completely sober of if they're just fucking with you. In the cleaner areas the rich make you sick. Fixated on themselves like they're the next Paris Hilton or Britney Spears. An ambulance seems to swing by every fifteen minutes and you just wonder where it's going to stop next. No one seems to notice you exist and when you cease to exist no one will bat an eye. I stay in between my father and mother, weariness clenching at my anxious heart. That's right even back then I had an anxiety problem. Every one we passed was evil and seriously plotting a malicious vendetta against my innocent family. Vacation to New York? Hell No. Vacation to Hell on Earth. And they take pride in that? My head whips around in every direction hoping to see a light at the end of this dank murky tunnel and that's when my dad says it....

"How about some ice cream?"

So there is joy in life. The ice cream truck is small and pink and in it is a man that seems to shine with the light of God I swear it. After that Ice cream cone....Cherry vanilla....for a year I'm in love with the creamy sweet. 

I'm at the next Ice cream truck two days later in central park, waiting in line while my parents sit on a bench with the baby. My heart beats a mile a minute anxious once again at having any unwanted attention on me as I step up to the window. He has his back to me but he looks like a trust worthy guy. He has those kinds of shoulders...you know the kind that you can picture yourself crying on. The friendly hold-it-together type. He fumbles with something and then turns flashing me a big grin.

With amber eyes.

"AH!" The scream rips through my throat like a knife cutting through cloth and I snap up into a sitting position my breathe coming shallowly but plentiful. It was a dream. I remember that second truck and the man who resided in it was a built Hispanic man with a pearly white smile and deep brown eyes. Why....why does amber still haunt me even in my dreams? Reaching up I brush a hand through my dark hair tilting my head at my surroundings. I'm on a plush bed with maroon cover that shimmers in the dim light. Five feet ahead is a crimson couch settled neatly across from a large TV with a coffee table nestled in front. As I gaze to the left I see an open kitchen with a nice counter and a shiny new fridge.  A hall leads I can only guess to moderately sized bathroom.

Where am I?

Flashes of the ice cream man chasing me about my house fit together in my mind like a seriously psychotic puzzle and distressed filled shivers course through my body. HOLYSHIT! WHAT DO I DO? It's not like they teach you how to escape confinement in school or god forbid martial arts...I barely know how to throw a punch much less how to kill an attacker. Looking around I don't even see a phone that I can call 911 with. The sound of a door slamming brings me to and I jump up from the bed sprinting across the room to a table where a lamp is neatly set plugged into the wall. Yanking the cord (I remembered this time) I pick the light up in my shaking hands and then jog to the main door. I bite my lip hard as I wait anticipation my only companion as I feel my legs tremble. The lock on the door turns and then it's pushed open. As soon as I get a glimpse of his head I growl swinging the heavy object at his unsuspecting skull. Unfortunately he hears my war cry and ducks on instinct completely avoiding the lamp as it smashes against the wall. His amber eyes spark and he quickly grabs my arm ripping the jagged edged weapon from my fist. Instantly I tug my arm out of his grip and duck under his body to shoot out the door. He suspects this and shoves his leg out tripping me...causing me to fall to the floor on the broken glass. I hiss as small shards dig into my naked torso. The Ice Cream man cusses and grabs my legs dragging me into the room before turning to shut the door.

I waste no time leaping up and bolting to the left digging into one of the counter drawers for a knife. Unfortunately there are only a select amount of butter knifes but they'll have to do. As soon as he turns around I snarl shoving the knife against his chest with all of the force I can muster. Regrettably my palm is slick with nervous sweat and as I push the knife against his leather jacket the blade barely dents it before my hand slips and the small dully serrated edges slice into the skin. Crying out I drop the kitchen utensil right as he goes to grab it and back up reaching into another drawer to pull out a rolling pin and a barbeque fork. Anxiously I swing the rolling pin at him only to have him catch it in one strong palm, I use that as a distraction before making a quick stabbing motion with the fork he foresees this and yanks the rolling pin in the way so my left hand rolls off with a silent scratch. Seeing no other solution I drop the weapons and run around to the other side of the counter bee lining it to the door. Soon I'm lifted off of the floor in two incredibly strong arms

"LET GO OF ME!" My screaming doesn't help me as I pound my fists against his arms, blood running down my palm and chest. With barely a groan of effort on his part I'm thrown onto the bed and he's crawling over me. "GET OFF OF ME!"

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP? DON'T YOU SEE THAT IN YOUR USELESS EFFORT TO ESCAPE YOU HURT YOURSELF INSTEAD OF ME?" He roars glaring down at me. Then in a frustrated whisper "I knew I should've chained you."

My ears perk and dread rises inside my stomach, the worst kind of bile. A metallic clink stings my ears as he reaches up out of my line of sight to grab something. As soon as he pulls it down I recognize metal shackles. "No...No" My fire builds up again and soon I'm kicking and screaming as he yanks my wrists up securing the shackles firmly, preventing another getaway. "LET ME GO! I HATE YOU! YOU MONSTER! HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!"

"Scream all you want," he mumbles leaning back before getting off of me. "No one can hear you anyways."

Fear fills me as he walks away and I feel salt water pool in my eyes. No...I can't cry...he'll think I'm weak.

You are weak. You couldn't even fight him off with a lamp. You're useless. You're going to be here forever and it's all because you're a big wuss. No wonder your friends always make fun of you. You aren't a man.

I growl in frustration before giving up and letting the tears flow. I'm going to die down here. I know it. He's going to kill me and cut out my organs. He seems like the black market type. It feels like or horror movie....or Supernatural when that tall guy gets caught by the Frankenstein dude and he tries to burn out his eyeballs. Is he going to take out my eyeballs too? I need my eyes! How am I supposed to watch him cut out the rest of my insides? Or will he drug me? I don't want to be drugged!  My sobs get louder until I'm practically leaking tears out of every pore. He comes back probably from the bathroom holding a pair of tweezers, bandages, cleansing alcohol and cotton balls. Just seeing him sends solemn shivers down my spine and I cringe. It's how I imagine it would be looking into the eyes of the devil. The Ice Cream man sits down by my side calmly picking up a cotton ball before dunking it in the alcohol and taking my hand. I whimper as I he cleans my cut washing the blood away with gentle but firm strokes. As soon as he's finished he bandages it and moves onto the glass buried in my chest. I shake as he delicately and precisely pulls each little shard out of my skin with the small set of tweezers.

"What are you going to do to me?" The question is out of my mouth before I can even think and I'm embarrassed at the way my voice quivers. You're a real threat Bobby. He's shaking in his leather boots right now. The older man glances at me briefly before turning his attention back to the task at hand. "Won't you answer me? Am I going to die? Are you going to kill me?"

"No."

"Then what? Why am I here? What did I do?" I'm desperate I need to know what to expect. If I'm going to die I want to know beforehand so I can mentally prepare myself.

"You didn't do anything. You're here because you're beautiful." I freeze. I'm beautiful? That's his explanation? This crazy motherfucker comes into my home, chases me from my home, kidnaps me in the middle of the night and it's all because I'm beautiful? He's nuts. That's it. The guy is a psycho.

"You're insane." I squeak voice thick with tears.

He nods idly at the accusation. "Probably, but that doesn't matter since you're here now."

"What do you want from me? What could you possibly gain from bringing me here?"

His eyes flash up to meet mine and he seems to be considering his reply. "I don't want anything right now. It's enough that you're here and that you're mine. I can wait."

"Wait? Wait for what?"

"For you."

My eyes furrow in confusion. Wait for me to do what? My mind becomes crowded with possibilities before finally settling on just one. "You...don't expect me to....."

"To what?"

"You know..." I nod my head once gesturing at the bed. I shouldn't have to say it...I mean it's obvious.

"I don't know."

"I mean...I'm not going to sleep with you...if that's what you meant."

He smiles and I try to decide if it's a creepy one or if it's a light hearted one. "Of course you are. All in good time though." He pats my bare leg and I cringe pulling away as he stands taking the equipment back into the bathroom. As he comes back into the room I glare at him.

"I won't. I won't do anything with you. Don't even try it. I refuse. "

The elated chuckle that slips past his lips worries me and I watch closely as he walks over to the kitchen pulling a broom out from behind the fridge to sweep up the glass. "You seem awfully confident for someone who is going to spend the rest of forever here." He bends down and sweeps the glass into a dustpan before pouring it into the garbage can. As soon as everything is cleaned up and back in place he leans against the counter and peers at me. "You don't think that you'll get to like me even a little bit in that time?"

"I'm not going to be your slut!" I spit glaring at him. His eyes turn serious and his playful smile falls.

"You aren't a slut. Nor will you ever be a slut. Sluts have many men. You only have me, and I you."

"Never. I hate you."

"Of course you hate me Bobby. This is only the beginning; we still have a relationship that needs to grow just like any other. It isn't going to be sunshine and daisies from the start. We have to nurture it and give it love just like everybody else."

"I will never love you. You're sick and deluded."

Something like hurt sparks up in his eyes before he glances away averting his gaze. "You will love me Bobby. You have to love me. We were made for each other. Do you even know how long I've been searching for you? When I found you I had to plan accordingly. I've been preparing for this day for six years. Do you know what it feels like...seeing the one you're made for but not being able to have them? I had to wait. You were so young, I couldn't possibly pursue you at that time, but I told myself that I would wait until you were older and then I would take you and keep you. I'm not going to hurt you Bobby. You're so beautiful...the most beautiful thing on the face of this earth and now that you're here everything will be okay."

He's been planning for this for six years? Ever since that first day when I was twelve he's been developing this god awful plan to rip me from my home and bring me here? Who does he think he is? Jacob from Twilight? We're meant for each other my ass! He's fucking with me...trying to lull me into a false sense of security so he can rape me. "Please...please let me go. I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Just let me go home."

He shakes his head vigorously at the suggestion. "No. Absolutely not. We have to be together." He steps forward kneeling down by the side of the bed to look at me. I recoil at his attempt at closeness. "I understand that you're afraid. That's okay. You have every right to be. I know I'm not a beautiful person like you are...and here I've done such an ugly thing, but I need you. I tried so hard...for eight years I went looking for that one beautiful thing in this world that I live for. I knew it was out there. There is...so much...ugliness in the world but I knew that in all of this repulsive filth that we call our existence that there was one. That's right; only one person that I was meant to be with forever and when I found them I would never lie to them or cheat on them or hurt them." He grabs my hand and squeezes it gently between his. "I belong to you Bobby, and it may take you some time to see it since I'm just another one of the ugly segments of this world but you belong to me as well. It will just take you longer to see it, and that's fine. Like I said...I'll wait for you."

Oh my god. He has serious issues. I mean fucking critical issues. Obviously he had a fucked up childhood or something. You know I think other people would be flattered to be loved so unconditionally but...I don't know this guy. He's been stalking me for six years. He probably knows everything about me. I'm stuck here with the only look into my future being his promise of eventual love making. Not rape...not fucking...love making, because we are Romeo and Juliet...we are Jack Dawson and Rose DeWitt Bukater...we are obviously destined lovers.

"You're Insane." I state for the second time. "I don't want to have anything to do with you. I don't want you to wait for me. I don't want to be yours and I most certainly don't want you to be mine. We are not going to nurture any kind of relationship because I hate you more than I hate the lowest scum of this earth. Never...ever...will I be having any kind of sexual contact with you."

He inhales sharply in frustration and I can see that he's almost through playing nice. "You'll like it. Stop acting like I'm asking you to drink poison. All we need to do is get to know each other and simple kisses might help."

"I already got to know you. You're a stalker and a creep who has serious past issues, and there will definitely be no kissing of any sort. Not even the most chaste of kisses I promise you that." He jumps on me and I recoil preparing for a violent hit but instead he grabs my face and kisses my forehead.

"Well since one of us has already volunteered to be the promise breaker in the relationship I guess I'll throw out some promises that I can keep." His breathe brushes against my heated skin as he trails his lips down my face. "I promise that you will love me. I promise that you will yearn for me with every fiber of your being. I promise that one day you won't even dream of leaving me and I promise that there will be multitudes upon multitudes of even the most chaste of kisses." With those four promises he presses his lips against mine gently but firmly. I dig my fingers into his shirt trying to scrape at his skin and draw copious amounts of blood. All I want is to force him away but it's as if all the strength in the world couldn't pry him from me.

His lips are warm and strong, and maybe a little dry but as he gently coaxes my mouth open I realize with horror that with every swipe of his tongue I get more heated. It feels like the room is on fire as sweat rolls down the back of my neck and into my shirt. I feel wet all over but not disgustingly so. Instead of feeling gross it feels incredibly erotic and the fear that I'm already begging for it crosses my mind. He tastes like peppermint and vanilla, a toxic flavor that spreads on my tongue like a disease. The tangy taste fading like the remains of a firework, before sparking wonderfully back to life with the next stroke of his muscle. The hair on his chin and jaw rubs against me creating a delicious friction that almost drives me insane. He doesn't try to touch me anywhere else like I assumed he would. Instead he shows me that he doesn't have to screw me to get what he wants because all he wants is me here with him.  I can feel the overwhelming love wafting off of him like steam from a train. It bites at my flesh and injects some kind of drug into my veins that makes me want him.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid because he might be right. Maybe I will end up begging for him. Maybe I'll yearn for him just like I'm doing now as I feel my underwear tighten. Embarrassment flushes through me at the obvious semi I'm sporting and I feel incredibly ashamed. I'm making out with the very man who I've been paranoid of for the last six years of my existence. I went through hours of sleepless nights, and feisty complaints only to get hard for him at the first attempt of intimate touch. I should be crying right now. I should be begging him to stop but I can't bring the words to the tip of my tongue.

My hands are desperately clutching on to him searching for comfort from the very person who has brought me to a dangerous point of fear.

I make myself sick but even with that revelation I still lay my head back and allow him to kiss me deeper. He groans quietly sending electric shivers of god knows what straight down to my groin. I grunt consciously concentrating on keeping my hips from rubbing against him. I'm a slut. That's the only solution. I'm ready to hump him like a poodle and just a minute ago I swore up and down that I hated him and that he would never lay a hand on me. Thankfully with this thought he unlatches from me a delicate and sexy string of saliva connecting our mouths.

It's almost as if a spell is broken. My eyebrows furrow and I feel tears spring to my eyes once again. What have I done? I'm horrible! I just let him do whatever he wanted! How could I be so submissive? I threw myself at him! Angry tears drip down my face and I shoot daggers at him with all of the hate I can muster. "That won't happen again."

He smiles sweetly with a twinkle in his eyes like he doesn't have a care in the world. As if everything is going according to his long thought out and strategically calculated plan.  "Is that a promise?"

An hour later I'm still in the exact same spot watching as he strolls around the kitchen making me breakfast. My stomach growls at the succulent aroma of eggs and bacon but soon after a wave of nausea bubbles up in the pit of my stomach and I gag. A fed up groan spills from between my lips and I turn ignoring the horrid clink of my shackles. "It's the Chloroform; it's still going through your system."

I flinch at the sound of his deep voice and chose to ignore it. It's all his fault in the first place. He made me this way and now he's trying to feed me? He's crazy if he thinks I'll actually eat anything he gives me. Who knows what he's done to it. He's probably mixed in some other drug that will do something equally horrible to me...like paralysis. Another groan rips the air and I shove my face into my pillow...his pillow. Turning I watch him as he dumps the food onto a large platter placing the dishes in the sink. Right as he's coming to me a loud banging reverberates through the room. His face contorts into a mask of frustration and rage. "You're fucking kidding me." Quickly he sets the plate down and reaches into his pocket pulling out a set of keys. He goes to the door and opens it before walking out and closing it behind him. I'm left staring at the empty room in confusion. What's going on? Where did he go? Are they already looking for me? Is this my rescue? Ha! Take that you psycho!

The sound of conversation gets closer and closer and there are so many different voices that my head starts to swim with the effort of trying to separate them all.

"This has nothing to do with you, I don't want you running around and telling people alright?"

"What do you take us for Creed?" A sly male voice chimes. "What's in there you crafty bastard? You don't want to share? Porn? Weed? Booze?" 

The door opens and in walks Creed with four guys and a girl. They pile in bickering about god knows what loudly and obnoxiously. "I'm not saying anything Theo I'm just saying that he seems to want to keep this place to himself and that's a little fishy not that I don't love the guy! We're friends right Creed?"

Creed ignores the dark haired man picking the plate up from the counter and striding over to the bed. Everyone stares as he lifts the fork to my mouth to try and feed me. I turn away in a bout of fury. "I won't eat anything you give me."

"Creed," A deep voice reverberates from a man who looks to be about thirty one years of age, probably the same as my captor. "Who is that?"

"This is Bobby. Bobby say hi. That's Mr. Tetera, Chip, Luce, Kello, and Ange"

I gaze at the man and instead of saying hi to the group I beg. "Please! Tell him to let me go. I wanna go home!" The desperation in my voice is utterly convincing and I can see in the eyes of the newcomers that they don't know quite what to do about their friends' dirty little secret. They are way out of their element.

Creed cracks his neck and I can tell he's annoyed with me. "Bobby. Shut up." He tries to feed me again but I raise my shackled hand and smack the fork away.

"I won't eat it! You've probably drugged it with something! If you want me to eat that you'll have to shove it down my throat!"

"Why is he chained to your bed Creed?" The man asks coming closer.

"He tried to escape. I had to keep him confined somehow." He sets the food onto the floor and looks up at his friend. "Theo this is why you've helped me build this place." He rubs a rough hand through my hair and I give him the most disgusted glare I can muster. "For him."

"You're telling me that we helped you build an underground home so you could kidnap a young boy and imprison him?" The man stares at Creed with muddled skepticism.

"When you say it like that of course it sounds wrong." He mumbles picking up the fork from the floor. "Theo he's my other half. You have to believe me. I wouldn't have done this if I hadn't deemed it absolutely necessary.  You know me I've never hurt anyone. Don't say anything alright?" Creed turns to me again and gazes into my eyes like an obsessed child. "I live for him. You can't take him away. You can't"

"Please..." I beg meeting the eyes of the boy who looks around my age standing behind Mr.Tetera. Chip I believe. Weary tears fill my eyes and my voice shakes with my effort to quell my sobs. I don't think I've ever cried so much in my whole entire life. "Please I don't want this."

"We won't say anything will we guys?" A blonde man reassures, giving the group a heated glare. They all glance at each other before nodding in loyalty.  Except for the boy who just stares at me like he can't believe this is happening.

Creed exhales in relief.  "Thank you Kello. You have no idea how much that means to me."

Understandably I'm not so ecstatic about this show of faithfulness. I scream; a loud shrill cry of duplicity before freaking out. I stand and pull on my shackles, while banging on the wall unceremoniously. The bed shakes with the fervor that emanates from my trembling body and I bend down to pick up pillows and throw them at Creed with as much force as I can gather. "I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU!" I may be acting like a child but the way I see it is that I've warranted the right to a little immaturity with all that I've been through. Creed dodges my incensed blows before standing on the bed as well and grabbing me around the waist.

"Calm down Bobby." He coaxes stroking my naked hip. It does anything but calm me. I ram my head backwards attempting to hurt him just as much as he's hurting me. The back of my skull connects harshly with his nose and he cusses letting go of me to rub at his throbbing muzzle. Now that he's vulnerable I shove him and punch him but my weak blows have no effect on the magnificently built man. Even so the blonde man called Kello climbs onto the bed as well and snakes his arms around me grabbing my offending limbs and holding them down.

"I believe he told you to calm down kid." His breath is warm against the back of my neck and a shiver of repulsion breaks through my body.

I don't know if you've ever been so frustrated and helpless that you just want make the world around you explode...but that's how I feel right now. I just want to end everything. If this place blew up right now and I died I wouldn't be the least bit miserable because at least I'd get away. If Creed really believes we're soul mates then he can follow me all the way to hell. Instead of the world blowing up though I'm caught In Kello's resilient arms. Distressed sobs echo through the room as I slump like a doll and he drops me letting me fall back onto the bed. There's no hope. I'm never getting away. I'm the ugly dirty secret between friends. The boy tied to a bed underground that they keep to themselves out of shameless loyalty. I'm going to spend the rest of my life in this bed. I will never see my parents again, or little Kimmy, or Tyler and Robin.

"You two get the fuck off of that bed now. You are unbelievable!" The woman Creed called Ange snaps. They obey stepping away obviously not wanting to be on the receiving end of the woman's wrath. She crawls on the bed next to me and wraps a comforting arm around my shoulder. My tears soak her black T-shirt but she doesn't seem to mind. "Ssh. It's alright Bobby. You're fine. I won't let them hurt you. I'll come by as much as possible. Would you like that?" I nod unconsciously reminded briefly of my mother as her hand strokes my hair. Everything about her reminds me of my mother from her dark curls to her comforting hands to the smell of her perfume. "Now, are you hungry?" She reaches down for the plate of food Creed prepared and gestures at a dark haired guy. "Luce would you grab me a fork?" He obeys handing her the utensil and she scoops up some egg holding it up for me. I shake my head and bury it into her shoulder. "No?"

"He made it." I murmur nodding at Creed who is leaning against the couch with a very intimidating scowl on his face.

"Ah I see. I don't think he's done anything to it sweetie. You're already here. He doesn't have any reason to drug you. I'll even try some of it if that will make you feel better." She plops the eggs into her mouth and chews before gracefully crunching down on the crispy bacon. I study her to make sure she doesn't have any questionable reactions to the food before taking the plate from her hands and digging in avoiding the affronted eyes of my captor. "How long do you plan on keeping him here Creed?" Ange inquires rubbing a hand through my hair.

"Forever."

"Clearly that isn't practical. What if he doesn't ever come to love you? You're just going to keep him chained to your bed so he doesn't attempt to escape?"

"If it's necessary yes." Bastard doesn't even sound the least bit ashamed.

"You can't keep him here forever Creed. He'll become stir crazy. He needs to walk around and move a little bit."

"When I left him here to walk around and move a little before he came at me with my lamp, a knife, a rolling pin, and a barbeque fork. I don't feel like letting him walk around again."

Ange sighs. "Of course he came at you with weaponry! You kidnapped him."

"Ange shut up it has nothing to do with you." Kello states glaring at the girl.

"Hey!" Luce snaps seething at the fair haired man. "Watch how you speak to her!"

"Keep her in check and I won't have to!"

"She's not my slave! She has a right to voice her opinion!"

"What opinion? No one wants to hear it anyways!"

"IT COMES DOWN TO THIS!" Creed growls glaring at the waring duo. "I WILL DO WHAT I WANT WITH HIM BECAUSE HE'S MINE! YOU CAN HAVE ANY OPINION YOU'D LIKE. WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT NONE OF IT MATTERS. AS LONG AS NO ONE SAYS ANYTHING THIS WILL JUST BE AN INNOCENT SECRET. UNDERSTAND?" I shiver at his words. I'm his. He thinks he owns me. What am I a dog? I'm a person with feelings god damn it and I don't like this arrangement one bit.

"An innocent secret?" Ange scoffs. "You've kidnapped someone Creed this isn't innocent. The only way it would be considered innocent is in comparison with murder or torture."

"Ange would you please shut that huge gaping hole in your face, haven't I repeatedly told you that this is none of your fucking business?" Kello snaps in hostility and I'm incredibly astonished that such an angelic looking man can be so dreadfully foul. Does he have no respect? He's a complete hypocrite!  Luce reacts immediately personally offended by the harsh comment aimed at his girlfriend.  Or at least I assume she's his girlfriend from the way he defends her unconditionally. The arguments start once again and finally Creed decides to put a stop to the endless bickering.

"That's it! All of you out! Everyone!" Mr. Tetera and the young boy are the first to leave. I get the feeling that neither of them know how to react at the moment and that they need some time to take it all in. I can't blame them. If I found out that Tyler had kidnapped some poor soul I would probably chew him out for being such a dumb ass. Robin would probably join me and cut off his balls. Instantly I'm depressed. I miss my friends.

"Alright Bobby, I'll be back soon. You'll be okay I promise. See you later?" Ange asks. I nod all too eagerly. She has such a wonderfully friendly face in such an ugly situation. I can't help but want to be with her.  She untangles herself from me and stands taking Luces's hand before following him out the door. Kello turns to me and studies me with an unrelenting gaze that has me bending my head in submission. Is it just me or is this guy a creep? Tearing his eyes from mine he turns to Creed and slaps him on the back.

"I'll make sure no one opens their mouths."

"Thanks."

"See you tomorrow Creed."

Creed nods and follows him out into the hallway. Minutes later I hear doors being closed and locked before Creed stomps back in shutting the door behind him.

"Every time they're here there's some kind of fight. I don't see why those three can't just get along." I don't think he's talking to me in particular, he's just stating his thoughts out loud. He turns his head to look at me, his eyes flashing with a mixture of ire and refutation. "At least you ate it when she gave it to you. Luce is her boyfriend just so you know." He challenges glaring at me. I scoff. He thinks I'm attracted to her? Granted she is a gorgeous woman but I'm in no situation to be seeking out lovers. He takes the scoff as an indignant expression and comes closer. "You aren't allowed to like her. You understand? And don't ever disrespect me in front of them again. Especially Kello. Got it?"

A fire ignites inside me and I glower. "What have you got a crush on him or something? Why don't you chain him to your bed instead? Then everyone wins."

Creed growls heatedly before snatching my chin harshly in his strong fingers and turning my face towards his. "No, I just want him to know who you belong to. I didn't miss the way he looked at you. There was lust in his eyes, and he may be my friend but I would gladly kill him if he ever tried to lay a hand on you."

"There's no way that he..."

"No? Why was he so fierce in shutting Ange up then? If anyone says anything then you get taken away and so do I. He doesn't want that. There are two things that you will see in my eyes. Lust...and love, and trust me when I say that all he wants to do is fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for the rest of your life.  You don't matter to him at all; he doesn't care about your feelings Bobby. All he wants is your body. I'm worlds better than him and you should remember that. I repeat, do not disrespect me in front of him. In fact it would do you a load of good to be nice to me when he's around. The more you push me away the more his hopes expand." I don't mention that if Kello wants to screw me worshipping the ground Creed walks on won't do a thing to dissuade him. All he sees is a boy confined to a bed. How I treat others doesn't change the fact that he wants me. Men like him go after what they want regardless of outside influences. In fact me treating Creed better will probably just make him extremely jealous. People commit audacious acts when their affected by the green eyed monster. If anything that just makes him ten times more dangerous.

I can't believe this. One day bound to a bed and I've already got two psychopaths vying for me. It's a wonder I've lived this long. Who knows what evil horrors I've mindlessly skipped by in my lifetime?  I bet I've been targeted multiple times and I haven't even noticed. With this record of mine I'll be surprised if I even make it through the week.

I'm knocked from my thoughts as Creed fondly strokes my face and leans down laying a tender kiss against my collar bone. Within seconds the kiss becomes more of a possessive lick and I hold my breath as he tongues my flesh. "I chain you to my bed because I want you to stay with me. He'll chain you to his bed because to him that is your place. To me your place is next to me no matter where. I don't want you to be confined to this bed forever, but in order for me to trust you enough to let you walk around you need to start cooperating. Alright?"

I nod obediently feeling my heart beat a million miles per minute. That's it! Maybe If I can get him to trust me enough ....I can make my escape. I'll stay around for a while after he unchains me just so he lets his guard down and then one day...I'll be gone. With beautifully renewed hope I accept his affectionate kisses curling my arms around his neck and allowing him to caress me further. He sighs with harmonious content completely unaware of my modest scheme to earn his unrestricted confidence. He's crazy enough that he probably won't even notice...and finally his incredibly pathetic unconditional love will work in my favor.

Game on.