Shattered Darkness | By : BeyondTheBlade Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Kurt had never wished for something to have just been a nightmare this badly since his mother had died. He was so scared he could barely breathe.
Ever since he woke up he'd been locked in a tiny square room. It was nothing special - there was a little cot he'd been sitting on, a table and chair that were bolted to the floor and a toilet. It reminded him of a prison cell. A light bulb hung on a chain from the ceiling, with a tiny string to turn it off. There was a metal door that locked from the outside, and it had a little horizontal slot near the bottom - several times someone had slid a tray underneath the door with food on it for him.
It wasn't that the meals looked bad - but he just couldn't bring himself to eat. He felt sick, that's how afraid he was.
How long had he been there? He wasn't sure, considering he didn't know how long he'd been unconscious from the drugging for.
It felt like days.
No one spoke to him - not even once. He almost wish someone would, he just wanted to know what was going on.
That's why it took him by surprise when the door unlocked and then opened.
He hadn't been able to sleep, and couldn't even judge the time if he wanted to.
As soon as he heard the click, he lifted his head, sitting up on the cot so quickly it made his head spin.
Two men stepped inside.
The first had dark brown hair, fair skin and cool blue eyes, he was dressed immaculately in a grey suit, and was probably in his early thirties or mid twenties. Man-number-two was noticeably younger and had deep black curls, piercing brown eyes and a tanner complexion - he was wearing fashionably faded jeans, a tight white shirt and a shiny, black leather jacket.
They didn't look much alike, but somehow he knew they were related.
As if he weren't already wary of them, the older spoke, and his words made the blood in his veins turn to ice.
"Hello, Kurt."
They knew his name.
He wasn't sure what to say, which was rare for him. So he said nothing. He wanted an explanation, but he also didn't want to provoke these guys.
"Kurt, this is Blaine." The unnamed man gestured to the guy beside him. "I'll let him do the explaining." He had a grin on his face that didn't sit right.
"Hello, Pet." The handsome dark-haired man, now known as Blaine, took a few steps towards him before Kurt shuffled backwards as far as he could, pressed against the wall. "You don't need to be scared of me, Kurt." He didn't like hearing this stranger use his name, like....like he knew him or something.
"W-What... what do you want from me?" His words came out in a shaking tone.
Blaine smiled, as though he had said something amusing. "I don't want anything from you, Kurt. I want just you, period."
He swallowed, feeling more confusion and dread than he had before, "I...I don't-"
"I'll elaborate. You're mine now. I've been watching you, from afar." Creepy. "I took you to make you my own, with the help of my brother here. I know it's strange, but you'll learn what we're all about soon enough."
He moved closer to Kurt, who couldn't get away from him, and reached out to stroke his cheek with the back of his hand, "Put simply, I own you now."
Kurt leaned his head away as best he could, narrowing his eyes and staring coldly at the psycho. "You're nuts. I'm not some animal, you don't own me." He insisted, knowing it was a bad idea, but unable to hold it back - clearly these guys were delusional.
"I do now." Blaine said calmly, it always took awhile to force them into acceptance. "You belong to me now. You will refer to me as Master, and as long as you do as I tell you and follow the rules, you will enjoy your time with me very much, Kurt."
"You don't own me!" The fifteen-year-old snapped, his voice getting higher, "I'm not some kind of pet, and I won't call you Master either!"
Apparently, Blaine didn't have a whole lot of patience, because a few seconds later a sharp pain went through his cheek as he was backhanded. Before he could react, a strong hand wrapped around his throat, lifting him right off of the little bed, pushing him up against the wall. The grip wasn't tight enough to choke him, but he did catch his breath in surprise, and fear.
"You will call me Master before I am done with you, Kurt. You are mine now, and I won't tolerate disrespect."
Blaine's eyes were staring into his own in such an intense way that it frightened him. His free hand came up to brush the hair from the boy's face. Long, tanned fingers trailed down his now-red cheek, and he winced ever so slightly. Kurt couldn't bring himself to speak, as he felt his throat close up when the young man's hand moved down, suddenly resting at his waist, he nearly jumped when he felt one of those cold fingers brush against his lower stomach. "I plan to show you that you belong to me before long, Pet. Every inch of you - I own it now."
He withdrew his hand and stepped back while releasing Kurt all together, and both brothers laughed almost cruelly as his legs shook and gave out beneath him, he scrambled away from them, back pressed against the wall, his eyes wide with terror and face impossibly more pale, as he knew exactly what he was being told. And it scared the hell out of him.
Thankfully, they both left at that moment, the door slamming shut with a loud clunk, and locking audibly behind them.
As soon as they were gone, Kurt began to cry.
He wanted to go home.
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