Held Hostage [MxM] [1x1]
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back omg
FORRRRRREEEEEAAALLLL
Some kind of grotesque noise erupted from the back of Grey's throat. He coughed out, his eyes bulging before he collapsed in a heap onto the floor. He gasped when he hit the ground at a full, dead-weight force.
When he was knocked unconscious, blood instantly dripped down from where the wrench made contact with his head. It was warm and that translated in his state of unconscious dreams. -
xD that's the only honors class open to freshmen right now so I'm waiting for honors history
Adam watched as the kid fell to the floor in a big heap and a small thud. It was clear that the kid wasn't conscious, but the amount of blood coming from his head was kind of alarming to Adam. He didn't want to be a murderer; no that wasn't his plan when he first thought of it. But his house wasn't far from the alley, only half a block away. Adam could just hold the kid up by his arm and pretend the kid got too tipsy at the bar if anyone asked. He'd patch him up once he got him back and lock him in the basement, that way no one would know it was him.
But was it a good idea? Locking someone up in your basement wasn't exactly something a normal person would do. There wasn't any turning back, though.
Slowly, Adam bent down and lifted the kid up, putting his arm around his neck and he heaved him up so he was in a standing position; or so it seemed like he was anyways. The kid was a bit heavier than Adam was expecting, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Once he got the boy positioned, Adam started to drag him out of the alley and started to head where his house was.
As he walked, Adam wondered if the kid had some sort of ID on him, like a drivers license or a phone so he could learn more about the kid. He couldn't really see him in the dark, or just about anything for that matter, so he would wait until he got back home for that. -
what
thats the only one? :0
A lot of Grey's information was unknown, but most of what was capable of being found was kept inside of his wallet. This was where he kept his old high school ID, his library volunteer card, and his emergency debit card. There, he also had fifty dollars in tips from the library cafe job he had picked up a few years back.
His wallet was currently in the pocket of his black jeans, swishing as the other man pulled him along. His previously quaffed hair had begun to fall due to fear and the sweat being produced by it. As he was dragged, his constantly swallowed and made upset noises. -
for freshmen anyways, but yeah our highschool is weird ;-;
like, we only have German and Spanish classes
totally forgot French and whatever else there was.
Soon enough, Adam had dragged the kid to his house, and down stairs into his basement, with little to no trouble at all. His basement wasn't the usual Criminal Minds basement with the scary cement walls and the ominous light bulb hanging by a wire, but it was actually quite nice. There was an old broken TV, nice blue carpeting, sky blue walls, a popcorn ceiling, and a long tan couch that stuck out like a sore thumb.
"Come on, little guy," Adam muttered as he dragged the kid over to the couch and laid him down on his back.
Adam sighed as soon as he set the kid on his back and he looked down at him. Now that he had turned the light on he was able to get a good look of the kid. As much as he hated to admit it, the kid did have some good features to him; the way he was built, the way- No. No he couldn't think of that.
Instead, Adam started patting down the unconscious boy to see if he really did have any weapons of sorts on him. The only thing that Adam was able to find was his wallet. There he learned that the boy was named Grey, and based off of the year he graduated high school from his high school ID, he was around nineteen or twenty years old.
"Hmm," Adam said as he set Greys wallet on top of his chest since he didn't really know what else to do. -
sounds like it
we have Spanish, French, German, Latin, and enhanced English
Grey's body was completely aware of that the fact that it was in a place totally foreign to it. His breathing was shaky and hesitant every time he inhaled. Inside of his mind, things were running at what was seemingly a thousand miles per hour. He did stir, but not enough to the point where he would wake up.
He then curled up into a small, comfortable ball on the couch. This caused for his wallet to fall down and onto the floor. His eyebrows furrowed due to the feeling of blood on the side of his head.
"Mmm," he murmured, snorting in through his nose. The incident reminded him perfectly of what happened during his sophomore year. Even though it had been long ago, he was still disturbed by what had taken place. The throbbing feeling in the side of his head took him back that specific moment. He swallowed as he had done in the alley. -
OMg lucky :o
A sigh escaped Adam's lip as he watched Grey's wallet fall to the floor. As the kid turned on his side, Adam was able to see all of the blood on the side of his head, and because of that he wanted to cringe. "Suppose I should clean you up then," Adam muttered while quickly rushing up the cement steps, making sure to lock the door behind him.
Adam got a clean wet rag from the kitchen and a large band-aid from out of the bathroom and then he jogged back downstairs to where Grey was lying down and moaning. He sighed as he walked over to the couch and got on his knees so he could wipe the blood off of Grey's head with the wet rag.
The rag was black, so Adam had a hard time seeing how much blood was getting on it, but he had a good idea of how badly it was really staining it. But soon enough, Adam had cleaned up all of the blood, and after that he but the huge band-aid on his head. Adam would have put some sort of germ-killing spray on Grey's cut to clean the wound, something like that, but Adam never thought to buy anything like that. -
is cray we have choices
Grey, from being cleaned and touched so much in a short period of time, eventually woke. He was, of course, disoriented, and being in a place that he had never seen surprised him slightly. The will to move was not apparent in the teen. Instead, his eyes moved around in order to get a grip on where he was. This lead to wondering how exactly he got there. He knew there was another person, but with his vision being distorted and blurry, he wasn't exactly sure of the features.
"Hmm," he pulled out. He flinched slightly. "Mmm, where...am I?" he whispered, managing only that quick question. His head hurt, that was a fact he came to be aware of. His hands rose up to caress his forehead in pain and anger. -
so much hard choices
Adams stomach dropped when he noticed that the boy was waking up. Did he want the boy to see him? Should he let the boy see him? He wasn't really sure what to do; all he knew is that everything he did that night was probably one of the biggest mistakes he ever made.
He didn't bother to answer the kid either; that would be a horrible mistake. Adam didn't want to seem nice to Grey; he wanted to be in control; he wanted to make sure the kid knew that he was the boss, and anything he said or did would be the way it would be.
Quickly, Adam stood up and rushed to the door. He couldn't let the kid see him; that would be the end of him. So, Adam slammed the door behind him and locked it as quickly as he could, and then he rushed up the cement stairs into his kitchen. -
ikrrrrr
Sorry responses are spaced bc no internet and i have to use the little amount of data i have
The teenager rubbed his nose as he forced himself to sit up. He furrowed his eyebrows in an infuriated fashion, licking his lips in thirst. He was hungry, tired, and exasperated. What had he done to end up in the welcoming yet foreign home? Had he accidentally gotten drunk and hooked up with somebody? Was he being kidnapped to be sold for money? He grunted at his possible misfortune.
"Hello?" he mumbled, even though his goal was to yell. He gulped and erected his body, taking cautious steps to look around the new area. He noticed that it seemed fairly well-kept, and that there was a door. Could it be his escape? He slowly tiptoed to that door, making as little noise as he could. Grabbing the knob, he tried turning it, only to find that it was locked.
"s---," he groaned. He felt for his cellphone, his eyes dropping when he realized that it wasn't in any of his pockets. He must have lost it in whatever ordeal he had gone through.
"Hey!" he yelled as best as he could, desiring some answers from whoever was there. -
Dude, it's fine I understand :3
Adam heard Grey shout from downstairs in the basement, and he heard Grey try to open the door. Guilt instantly shot through him as he stared down at the cement steps and down at the wooden door keeping the kid locked in his home. Why had he taken Grey in the first place? Was it his nerves? Did he want to hurt the kid? What ever he was thinking about before, he didn't really enjoy it then. He wished he had just left Grey there in the alley.
There was always the possibility of letting him go, but Adam could be sent to jail if Grey told anyone. He didn't want to go to jail! Then again, who did? Adam sighed and ran his fingers through his dark hair as he walked back and forth, wondering if he should go down there and talk to him or just ignored the kid.
"Goddammit, Adam," he cursed himself. "Couldn't have just bought that f---ing punching bag at the store last week. If you did, you could just stay home and stay out of trouble, but no. Had to go and kidnap someone... f---." -
omg thank you :')
He wouldn't have been so frantic if he hadn't felt so s---ty at that moment. "I'm HUNGRY. And I don't know WHERE I AM." A single, weak kick was given to the door. He sighed when he didn't hear anybody coming. How long would it be until he was heard of?
He decided to sit criss-cross applesauce on the floor, feeling the side of his head. He cringed when he pushed on the spot, a small moan of upset dragging out of his mouth. His heart pitter-pattered like he was in sophomore year once again. -
whoa sorry Oli Sykes kidnapped me with his amazeingness
Grey shouted about how hungry he was and Adam's stomach dropped with guilt. A sigh escaped his mouth as he walked to the fridge. He didn't have much food, but he wasn't going to starve the kid; he wasn't that mean. After a while of looking in his fridge, Adam pulled out a sandwich from the bar he ate at yesterday and he put it in a bag, and a water bottle.
After Adam got everything, he slowly made his way down stairs, trying to keep quiet on the cement steps. He came up to the door and knocked on it. "Hey," Adam mumbled.
He then waited for an answer. -
yo gurl das cool
Grey jumped when he received a response. He pushed himself from his space on the floor and went to the door. He knocked back, but with much more force than the other. "Who are you," he growled. He wasn't exactly the strongest or toughest kid, but he was capable of at least sounding somewhat intimidating.
He leaned against the door as he waited for the unknown kidnapper to respond. He figured that he had been kidnapped because if he had hooked with anybody, they wouldn't have been so reluctant to answer or come to him. He wondered what the person looked like based off of their voice, but that type of thought process was too much at that moment. Maybe the person was kind and if he agreed not to say anything, he would be set free. But what if they were just like his previous assailants from some years ago? He shook his head. -
"That's none of your business," Adam said, trying his best to sound threatening; and by some miracle it actually worked. "But listen to me; I'm going to open this door, just slightly and I'm going to give you some food and something to drink. Try anything funny, and I pound your ass into the ground and you can starve until tomorrow. Kindly take the food, and you'll be unharmed and I'll get you a pillow and blanket for later. Deal?"
Though Adam sounded threatening and in control, behind the door he was shaking like crazy. Grey himself sounded kind of threatening, and he really hoped he didn't poke the bear at the wrong time during the winter. A silent sigh escaped his lips as he forced himself to stop shaking.
You're in control. You're in control. You're in control. -
Grey hated the tone that his attacker was taking with him. It reminded him perfectly of the day. He wasn't sure why this situation was triggering emotions and feelings. In a meek voice, he answered, "Okay. Got it. Do you have a change of clothes, too? These clothes are kind of gross. I told mind if they're a little big, I'm not that big. I'm sorry. I won't pull anything." He sniffed in as to try and hide the wavering in his voice.
Would any of his family members care where he was? He wasn't sure of how far away from home he truly was, and he definitely wasn't in the mood to ask questions. The idea of being kidnapped terrified him. Then, self blame set in. If he hadn't left, he would have never ended up in the situation.
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