Duke walked quietly into the room, carrying dinner in his hand to the most beautiful human being sleeping on the bed.
It looks like he's gaining his color back. Good. I should stop the IVs from flowing, they're almost empty. I don't think he needs more blood. He looks perfect by now. Plus, I love to see them a little tired. Hahaha.
Duke saw that Kevin's lips' wounds were still bleeding. Only slightly, though. He was sure he didn't cut them too deep. They would heal on their own. Or maybe he would stitch them up later if needed.
He must be exhausted. Come to think of it, on top of all the things that happened to him, he hasn't had a decent sleep in over eighteen hours.
Kevin looked so pretty and peaceful in his sleep as if he was doing that on purpose to taunt Duke, knowing that he changed and turned softer all of a sudden.
Those pretty, sleepy eyes, those gorgeous pouty lips, and that lean, fit, and fair body. Oh, I wanna do him right now.
'You can't,' an annoying voice in Duke's head kept telling me that.
Duke grunted. He hated that voice. It gave him some feelings that he didn't need in this type of job.
Duke placed the food bag on the nightstand and sat slowly next to him on the bed. He removed Kevin's hair from his forehead while touching it to check for any fever.
God, he's so pretty.
Duke smirked and that dirty thought came into his mind again.
Oh, I really hit the jackpot this time.
Kevin felt that touch on his forehead. He quickly opened his eyes and gasped.
At the same time, Duke removed his hand, and Kevin scooted away as fast as he can in his weak condition while slightly groaning from the pain of the surgeries. His eyebrows drew together in terror.
What happened? he thought, Did he just touch my face!? Why?
Duke noticed the kid's frightened expression and he liked it. He liked to inflict fear on his victims. He especially liked Kevin's pretty and helpless look.
At that moment, Kevin felt something on his lips. He checked them with his fingers and saw that they were bleeding. So, he gently touched them to wipe the blood off. Red smudged all over his lips, giving them a natural, cherry color. That's when Duke couldn't help but half smile at how alluring the color of those pouty lips now with that fair skin.
What's with that creepy smile? And why isn't he saying anything? Kevin thought. As a reaction, he tried helplessly to hide his worry and acted a little viciously by yelling, "What?!"
Duke replied, "Relax, kid. I was just checking for a fever." Then he looked down at his bare body, gazed down at his thighs, and back at Kevin. "However, seeing you opened my mind, and eyes, to other things to check. Heh," a malicious grin formed on his face.
Kevin pulled his legs a little closer to him. Sweat began to form on his forehead. Although the stubborn boy was still trying so hard to be fierce, he looked fearful instead. He said with a somewhat rough, but shaky, voice, "What's that suppose to mean?"
Duke was really enjoying this moment. He smirked and said, "Boy, you're so hot, you know that?"
Kevin gulped nervously. His pupils dilated. He felt an ache in his stomach, but it wasn't from his wounds.
"I can barely take my eyes off you." 'But he's just a kid,' the voice in Duke's head kept saying that over and over again. 'He's just a kid. He's just a kid.'
"He's not just a kid," Duke said it out loud, his facial expression shifted to anger.
Kevin quietly and timidly asked, "what?"
The voice was still repeating in Duke's head, 'He's just a kid.' And so, he muttered again, "No, he's not."
Kevin, looking confused, said, "huh?"
Duke stood up and walked towards the desk. He started yelling, "No, he's not! No, he's not!" Finally, he covered his ears and said, "Stop saying that!!" as loud as he can.
Kevin said a little louder than before, "But I didn't say anything." His face was a mix of confusion and fear.
Duke heard Kevin's voice and that seemed to have stopped the voice in his head. He put his hands down and turned back to smile wickedly at the sight of this beautiful kid, lying on the bed, half naked. He looked so delicious. And so, he started taking off his shirt, revealing his muscular body and his six-pack abs.
Kevin said, "what are you gonna do?" with eyes wide open.
As Duke finished taking off his shirt, he hung it on the door, then turned around and said, "I'm gonna do you."
Duke came closer to the bed and Kevin started panicking, pulling his legs together and his knees closer to his torso. He glued his back to the bed's headboard while repeating, "No no no no."
There was really not much that he could do at the moment, except use his hand to put a slight pressure on his stomach where the bandage was so he can scoot away a little. His mind was controlled by adrenalin rush that allowed him to endure the grave soreness of the stitches and focus on the new threat right now. The chain around his wrist was only long enough for him to reach the other edge of the bed. His face grimaced in agony and fear.
Duke sat on the bed and crawled towards him. Kevin put the palm of his free, shaky hand up toward Duke as a signal to stay away while whimpering, "Wait. Stop."
Duke saw the terror in the kid's eyes and that made him look forward to the sex even more. He swiftly grabbed Kevin's leg and pulled him down underneath him with ease. The kid briefly closed his eyes and gasped when Duke pulled him. He quickly opened his eyes to find that Duke was right on top of him, grinning. Kevin's heart was thumping hard against his chest. His breathing turned to short rapid breaths as he placed his hand on Duke's chest helplessly trying to move him away.
"Wait! Just wait a minute!" begged the boy, while trying to think of something to stop Duke from raping him.
Duke grabbed Kevin's boxers and was about to pull them down. Kevin tried to grab them up with his other hand. It was a hopeless situation. Kevin knew that he didn't stand a chance to fight Duke off him in his current health condition. Just then, he had a crazy thought that might get him out of this trouble.
He quickly asked Duke, "What did the little voice say?"
Duke stopped for a brief moment as he wasn't expecting that question and said, "What?"
Kevin continued asking, faster than before, and raising his voice nervously, "What did the voice in your head say? what'd the little voice say?"
"Shut up," said Duke, feeling really irritated. He resumed trying to pull the boxers down again.
Kevin pulled them up again as strong as he can with both hands. He resumed trying to convince Duke to listen to the voice, raising his voice even louder. With eyes slowly welling up with tears, he pled to Duke, "Listen to the voice."
"Shut up."
"Listen to what it says."
"Shut up!"
"What does it say?"
"SHUT UUUUUP!" Duke screamed those last words raging in front of Kevin's face. Kevin closed his eyes and turned his head away. Duke went and stood next to the door lowering his head down, putting his hands on his waist, and feeling really uncomfortable, also kind of angry.
Kevin sat up and stared at Duke, trying not to blink. He was scared that the moment he blinks, he might find Duke's face in front of his. His heart was still pounding hard like it was about to burst out of his chest. He had a hard time catching his breath as well.
Duke stood there for a while. Then he gazed at Kevin and wore his shirt while saying, "Just eat your food and go to sleep." He walked out of the door, locking it behind him.
Kevin closed his eyes and released an intensive sigh of relief. He lowered his head, inhaling and exhaling nervously a couple of times. He couldn't believe that his stupid plan actually worked. He couldn't believe that just a few seconds ago, he was about to get raped. Before he knew it, tears rolled down his face. He lifted his head, wiped the tears off, and told himself, "Suck it up, Kevin! This is the least of what that motherfucker's gonna do to you if you don't get out soon."
For Kevin, it was one thing getting shot, stabbed, and cut open. He was able to tolerate all of that physical torture, but it was another thing being raped. He would rather die than let that happen to him.
As he realized that, he lowered his head and his eyebrows closed together reflecting his misery.
His lips pouted and he was about to sob quietly again, but instead, he roughly pulled his cuffed wrist and grunted in despair, helplessly trying to get loose. It was useless. He only managed to further injure himself and caused extra pain in his surgical incision. There was no way to escape the cuffs without a key unless he somehow managed to cut his own hand. He let out sighs of fear as he scanned the room.
I'm trapped with a psycho serial killer and a rapist freak. That thought made his chest heave violently for a few minutes.
He kept thinking about what happened, What the hell just happened? Is he psychotic? Is it multiple personality disorder? Is it his conscience talking to him? do psychopaths have a conscience? Holy shit, I don't think I'm gonna get any sleep tonight. What if he comes back when I'm sleeping again? That's it. I'm staying up tonight.
And so he tried. He took the food bag and smelled the burger and fries before he ate just to be sure that Duke didn't put something in them. Then he searched the nightstand drawer next to him for anything that he might use to defend himself or something that he might use to escape the cuffs. He found nothing. He searched the other one. Also nothing. Just some useless papers. He stayed up all night until it was a couple of hours before sunrise, he couldn't open his eyes anymore.
"God, I'm so tired."
So, he lied on his left side. The side that didn't have any surgical stitches or a stab wound. The side that allowed him to stare at the door so he could see what was coming. He was moving really slowly from the pain, trying to adjust his position, moaning a little. Then he covered all his body with a blanket, letting his face squeezing out just a little for him to watch the door. The blanket was his only defense against what danger might lurk in. He watched the door for a few minutes before his eyes slowly closed, surrendering to sleep.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU O_O ?