Sara :33
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Thread Topic: Sara :33
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Saturn's phone vibrated loudly in his pocket, to which he took out and looked at the caller. Before he was able to pick up the call, the driver snatched it out of his hands, giving him a sour look. "W-what?" The drunk Saturn was quite obviously a bit confused. "You'll have no use for this where you are going."
"W-where am I going?" He said, groggily.
"Your new home. Anyways, I think I'll take this call." The gruff man grinned cruelly. He pressed the accept call button on the phone and put it to his ear. "Who is this?" The driver said, loudly and angrily. His voice was quite grungy, and it scared Saturn a bit. In fact, fear ran through Saturn, causing him to press his own body against the door, trying to control his heartbeat and breathing. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to imagine he was somewhere else. Anywhere but here. He silently yelled at himself for putting himself in the situation so willingly. -
The un-anticipated, unpleasant voice caught the younger male off-guard. He, at first, wasn't sure on how exactly he should respond. The first instinct was to double-check the number. Definitely Satty. "Is this one of Satty's friends? It's Hunter, Satty's boyfriend, maybe we've met? Why do you have his phone?" A disgusting feeling settled itself in the pit of Hunter's stomach. His body shook, but he was sure to keep his voice from wavering. He clenched his teeth together, standing up from his place on the porch swing. Something inside him hoped this was a joke and that Saturn would laugh into the phone, revealing it was a prank to surprise him.
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Saturn glared at the driver, and then realized the two in the back were staring at him coldly. He ignored the bitter gazes and focused on what the driver was saying. "His boyfriend, huh? Interesting.." Saturn was hardly fighting the urge to go completely unconscious- to let himself slip into a sweet sleep. He wanted nothing more than that, but his body refused too cooperate to his emotions- knowing this was a dire situation. Saturn looked to the driver, frowning a bit. He shook violently, grabbing the door handle with a white knuckle grip. Poor, poor Hunter, he thought. Saturn didn't care about his own safety in this situation, but he didn't want Hunter to feel sad or depressed, and, most of all, did not want to put his lover in danger. He would never forgive himself if he did. So, the terrified Saturn put on a strong face and crossed his arms, sitting up. "Can I have my phone back?" He said, trying not to let his voice shake or slur.
"No!" He yelled, "I told you. You won't need it where you're going."
"Why are you doing this?" He said, fighting a raspy sob.
"Ah, the cliche kidnapping movie question," The driver smirked, "Money, of course. Ransom." He said calmly. -
His eyes widened with realization, his hand gripping tighter on the phone as his voice turned from the meek, non-violent Hunter to the blinded by rage Hunter. "Who the hell are you?" he yelled into the phone, his head booming with the sound of his own heartbeat. He had picked up on a few words that obviously weren't directed towards him, and Saturn could be heard in the background. This heightened the feeling. "What are you doing with him, huh?" The boy's jaw twitched in fury, his foot tapping away. One million ideas rushed around his head at one thousand miles per hour, mainly having to do with what the person on the phone wanted with his Satty and if his Satty was in complete danger. His breathing was heavy as he listened for a response.
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"No need to worry." The driver assured, warmly. "We won't kill him." Saturn took a moment to marvel at how the driver could switch tones to manipulate the situation with ease. Saturn was decent at manipulation, but only with those who were willing to be manipulated by him. Saturn didn't like to think of himself in such a negative way, however, he had flaws just like everyone else. Hunter, however, seemed to think otherwise. He knew that in Hunter's eyes he was perfect, and he always wondered why. Saturn closed his eyes for a moment, beginning to drift off. He pinched his arm, wondering why he was being so selfish. He was letting himself drift off too easily- ignoring that Hunter was likely destroyed emotionally at the moment. All Saturn wanted to do was be with him- to hold him and cuddle him, to reassure him that everything was alright. That only hurt him more- he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to cuddle him again. No, he thought, don't think like that. You will live. You need to. For your family, your friends, and, especially, for Hunter.
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The way that the man on the phone allowed for the words to slip from his mouth almost tricked Hunter. He was very easily tricked by loving actions and warm expressions, but he knew to stay as he was. "No, no, no, that's not good enough." His voice was nearing confrontational but still roaring enough to be taken much more than lightly. His nostrils flared aggresively as he spewed, "I want to know what you're really gonna to. Tell me." Fortunately for Hunter, he didn't sound as though he was begging, just that he cared and would do a s--- ton to find the answers that he deserved. Saturn was somebody that he was not capable to imagine living without. He always relied on the boy to aid him in pulling through certain situations and to give him as much love as possible when no one else took the time to. This wasn't the reason he was so worked up, no. It was because of the piece of his heart that Saturn held, he just could not ignore it, even if he wanted to. Ever since the beginning, Saturn had positively taken a part of him and there's no way he would have it returned, no matter what. This was what made him so attached to the older boy, every second of every day.
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"I'm afraid I can't do that," He stated, "Now what did you say your name was again?" The driver sped up the car, leaning forward a bit. He cut people off ruthlessly, despising the traffic. Obviously, the man driving was a little anxious to get to his destination. That feeling was not mutual for Saturn. He sighed, wanting to just give up. He wanted to open the car door and jump out. He didn't have the guts. He was afraid. Shaking. What would happen to him? He wondered. Saturn had a pain tolerance, and was strong, both emotionally and physically. However, anxiety and fear pumped through him. Every action was automatic and without thinking. His eyes watered, and he let a single tear flush down his cheek. Saturn wiped it off, without thinking.
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Hunter was not an idiot, and one thing that he understood that could help was to cooperate, and that's exactly what he did. "Hunter. Hunter Kavlin." He mentally cursed at hinself for being so foolish as to run off his last name, but he shook his head, focusing back on the situation at hand. A part of him believed deeply that he could dig Saturn out of the huge mess he was thrown into. What he would find necessary would be information about Saturn's cell phone and a way to communicate with the male. He chose to save those thoughts for later, swallowing a few times. This was a nervous thing that he did was stressed such as in that moment.
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"Hmmm. Interesting. You say you're his boyfriend?" He questioned. Saturn listened closely, still hardly fighting off sleep. He still was clutching the door, frozen. His body was beginning to calm down, but his breathing was still rapid and he was failing to calm down. His heart beat quickly and uncontrollably. Saturn bit one of his fingers, quietly wondering what would happen in his near future. What pain would he face? What challenges would he be forced to overcome? His mind wandered about on that thought. Would he be tortured? Killed? Sold on the black market? So many possibilities.. And he wasn't sure which he preferred. He knew he didn't want to be tortured, especially. He would rather be killed than tortured, any day. He knew that was selfish, but he disregarded that.
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Hunter finally felt himself start to crumble as the ideas continued to fly everywhere. His voice unintentionally squeaked and a few tears dripped from the corners of his eyes but he had to stay strong. "Yes, his boyfriend." He couldn't help but stray off and contemplate the worst case scenarios, such as Saturn facing death or being fatally injured. His eyes examined the street in front of his house. "His boyfriend," he repeated, quieter this time for some odd reason. His expression was softening by the second as his body sat itself back onto the porch swing.
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"I'm sorry, then. This will no doubt be a bit of a downer on the relationship." The twenty year old man seemed sincere, oddly enough. Saturn knew it was all an act. He knew people like this man. They were insecure, self centered, striving for others acceptance. These people always acted in odd ways to provoke the emotion in others, to make the others more insecure and more emotional than himself. Saturn signed, wondering why anyone would want others to feel lower than themselves. He blinked, still struggling. Saturn was overly tired, hardly awake. He began to drift off, yet again.
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He couldn't help but allow for another crack to occur. "Please, I'm begging you, tell me what you're going to do with him. Is there anything I can do? I don't want you keeping Satty any longer than you need to." He was perfectly aware that he sounded like something not too far off from a little b----, but he could care less. There had to be a way to force the man into telling him something, anything, and this mow emotional turn just might be the trick. He only prayed that he was not too loud, he couldn't bare the thought of Saturn hearing him so turn.
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"Possibly. I think we'll have to make a wager on that. And even so, it's not good to gamble with the devil." The man advised. Saturn was hardly awake, but could hear some of the conversation. He figured out what was happening and sighed. Soon, the car stopped unexpectantly. The two men pulled him out of the car and into a building, and the driver hung up the call. Saturn was thrust into a small, white room. "Now," the driver stated, "Until we get a ransom or payment of some sort, you will be kept here. For the first week, you will be untouched and fed well. The second week, you will be tortured in an emotional way and have two meals a day. The third week, you will be tortured physically and have one meal a day. For the forth week, you won't have any meals and be physically and emotionally tortured. If by the fifth week we have no ransom, we will be forced to kill you." Saturn sobbed silently at these words.
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A small beep signified that the call was now completed. A string of curse words was emitted from Hunter's throat and he hurried to message Saturn's phone.
To: Satty < 3
Sat, I promise it will be okay. You know I have my ways. I love you. You know I wouldn't let anything harm the definition of perfect. I don't want you to be scared, in fact, please don't be scared. Don't worry. I'll be there in due time.
The first thing that he did once he sent the message was throw on an old pair of Converse. He grabbed his car keys and his credit card and rushed out of the house, locking it tightly. His brain hurt from all of the things that had taken place within such a short period of time. Normally, he would have begun to shut down at that point, but he knew that he couldn't. He made his way to the only vehicle in the driveway, the Charger that had been passed down to him from his father. Having been paid off already, insurance was the only thing on the car, which he could always pay thanks to working around town for different people. He silently thanked his father, turning the key in the ignition. "What to do..." he said, wiping the tears from his eyes with a hand. He needed to cease the waterfall if he really wanted to go anywhere. He thought back to his Computer Science class that he had attended a year before and did a mental overview of each student in the room. That was someone he found necessary. "But I don't have any of their numbers," he reminded himself as he frustratingly slammed his car horn. -
"You have a text message, by the way." The man smiled, reading it out loud. "Cute." He stated, grinning wildly. Saturn put his head in his hands, sobbing loudly. The man threw his phone at him, figuring that Saturn couldn't do much as long as he was being watched. He didn't seem to have the audacity to call 911. In fact, the man felt that Saturn didn't care much about being rescued. He thought that Saturn only cared about one thing-- Hunter. So far, it hadn't be proven incorrect. One of the guys that had been in the back seat watched Saturn as he texted:
"I'm being watched. I'm sorry you told me not to go to the party but I did :(. I'm so sorry love.. I love you
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