Held Hostage [MxM] [1x1]
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Thread Topic: Held Hostage [MxM] [1x1]
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work is odd
but fun
Shattered, that's what his heart did. It f---ing shattered into a million pieces as soon as Adam heard the timid tone of voice Grey spoke in. Sure he kidnapped the kid, but he didn't have to be mean, did he? That was the stereotype anyways. You kidnap someone; oh you're some child molester, rapist, murderer, mentally unstable monster, right? No! Adam didn't want to be like that, he wasn't like that. He might seem like some total a--hole that was psychotic, but really, he wasn't.
Slowly, Adam opened up the door and held the plastic wrap protected sandwich and water bottle for Grey to take. "I'll get you some clothes in a second, Grey. I'm not sure if they'll fit you. Take the food and water," Adam ordered; his voice wasn't too stern, but it wasn't exactly kind either. -
indeed o:
Grey, with a shaking hand, took the sandwich and water bottle. He bit down on his lip after thanking his kidnapper. Sure, he was thankful for the food and drink, but something inside of him was terrified of the situation. He examined the wrapped sandwich, determining what type it was. He was content with the choice, and thanked the man again.
He cracked open the bottle of water, observing his surroundings as he had previously done. "What can I do?" he asked politely. -
damn
sorry
Adam was about to shut and lock the door again when he heard Grey speak up again. He asked him what he could do. Well, what could he do? Really, there wasn't anything he could do. Maybe run around if he felt like it, but like Grey really would do that. "Anything that wont get you in trouble with me. The TV's broken though. I don't really care what you do," Adam said in the same tone of voice he used before.
Then, before hearing Grey's answer, Adam shut and locked the door and quickly jogged upstairs to head to his room. Grey had asked for some clothes, and he wasn't going to be a b---- and force him to stay in those s---ty clothes. Quickly, Adam locked through his closet, trying to find clothes that he thought would best fit Grey.
(Also, pretend there is a bathroom with running water and s--- down in the basement) -
agh omg YAY
(Kk gurl)
Grey sighed once he tried turning the doorknob and finding that it was locked. He fought back the urge to cry, biting down onto his lip and going to see what he could possibly do. Maybe he could draw out an eacape plan in order to leave the stranger's home. He checked around, eventually coming to a door. He gasped slightly, it was a bathroom! Maybe he could just lock himself in there. He stepped inside, feeling around for a light switch. Once he found it, he flipped it on and stepped in front of the medicine cabinet mirror. He cringed at his reflection. Maybe this was all a long, twisted nightmare. The tears welled up again. -
wassup? c:
Soon enough, Adam found a clean pair of blue jeans and a dark grey shirt that he wasn't sure if it would fit Grey or not, but they should. Adam made his way back down the dusty cement steps to where his basement was; where Grey was. Again, Adam raised his hand so he could knock on the wooden door again to let Grey know that he was going to open the door; or maybe it was to assure himself Grey wasn't going to do anything stupid. He didn't want to hurt the kid; he had a full change of heart. It was his nerves that had taken him over, that's what it was and he wish he could take it all back. "Grey, I've got clothes for you," Adam called in a gruff voice. -
my boyfriends being a dick
im gonna respond later
im sorry -
dude it's fine take your time :P
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here now
Since Grey was in the bathroom, he pulled himself completely in at the sound of the knock. He closed the door, locking it, and went silent. He knew that this may end up badly, but maybe he would pass the bathroom and Grey could bolt for the door and escape. He was not about to let some a--hole hold him there, he decided, especially not after letting himself get hurt the first time around. This time, he was in control, hopefully, and he could find his way home and never say a word of the attack. -
bump attack
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ah the attacks
Adam listened for Grey to answer, but the answer didn't come. Maybe he hadn't knocked loud enough? Again, Adam knocked on the door and this time called for Grey, awaiting his answer.
But as Adam was waiting, he starting thinking. Maybe Grey had heard him, but was coming up with a plan to get out. For once, one of his idea's wasn't so far fetched. He didn't blame Grey for wanting to get out of the house; it was human nature after all. But Adam couldn't let him go, not then.
All of a sudden, Adam wished there was a peep hole in the door so he could check up on Grey. -
yeeees
He was silent even as the follow up call was received. His heart sped up slightly and all he was capable of doing was hoping that his plan would work. He bit down on his bottom lip, with most likely enough force to draw blood. A plan b formed in the teen's head. If the kidnapper decided to not come through, he'd yell and taunt until he was angry enough to come through. His stomach rumbled in anxiety as he awaited any actions performed by the other male. As he did so, he chewed on the side of j is cheek. -
A sigh escaped Adams lips as he quickly rushed back up the cement steps. If Grey was planning something, he wanted a way to protect himself. So, since Grey didn't have a real pocket knife, he went to the kitchen and got a longer cutting knife. Adam knew it was overkill
literallybut he wanted a way to protect himself. After he had gotten the knife, Adam went back down the cement steps and slowly opened up the door. He peered around to see if he could find Grey, but he couldn't. He guessed he was probably hiding, or was maybe in the bathroom. To avoid walking into the room, Adam just tossed the pants and shirt onto the couch, and it landed perfectly without unfolding completely. After that, Adam closed and locked the door again and headed back upstairs, glad he didn't have to hurt Grey. -
The sound of the door closing once more nabbed the attention of the younger male. He knew that his idea of escape had backfired, and he exited the bathroom with an exasperated expression and all hope lost. He entered back into the main basement room he had been in, and stepped towards the couch. He noticed the new outfit had been placed on the comfortable surface, and he frowned. Did he actually want to wear the kidnapper's clothes? He did. But not because of the fact that it was the kidnapper's clothes, but because he felt disgusting in his own. He undressed himself with ease and pulled on the tee shirt. It wasn't horribly big, but it was slightly more than was necessary. The pants fit okay, but he wasn't entirely comfy in the jeans. He sighed, curling up in the corner of the couch.
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my birthday cake is going to be awesome
om&m
bmth
sws
ptv
bvb
yes
and what should happen in the soap
Adam laid down on his own couch in the living room and he stared at the blank TV. He didn't bother turning it on since TV had a tendency to annoy him a lot. Plus, he was scared of the light; that means he had to pay more for his electric bill, and he was already short on money as it was. He let out a distressed groan as he ran his hands through his dark hair, causing it to become even more messy then it already was. "s---..." he muttered as he looked around his dark living room.
He didn't know what to do. He was lost. -
holy s---
i want grey to try attacking adam bUuUT
Tears finally began to spill from his eyes and cascade down his cheeks in a waterfall of hate. His heart ached with the anxiety and the idea that he was going to be held captive for however long. He wouldn't be missed unless he father cared enough or was smart enougb to call in a tip. Sometimes his dad made the assumption that he was at a friend's house for days on end. What if that was what happened this time?
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