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Fuck.
This wasn’t how tonight was meant to go. You were simply walking home after work, how could you have been kidnapped??
Now here you were, being dragged into a house of some psycho! You thrash and kick as he roughly drags you by your hair, you weren’t going to be passive after he’s kidnapped you! Though, you quickly regret this as he kicks you in the ribs, casuistry you to let out a groan of pain.
Before you have time to recover, you hear him open the door and yell downstairs: “Don’t you fucking move! Got you a birthday present!” You try to look down into the basement, to see who he was yelling at, but you feel your kidnapped shove you downstairs. You tumble downstairs, letting down grunts of pain as you hit each. Individual. Step.
After you reach the bottom of the stairs, you hazily look up (shit, when did you feel so tried?). You see a scrawny guy in front of you with a look of horror on his face. He was cute, with his curly hair and wide, brown eyes. You can’t focus on him for too long before you eyes begin to close and you pass out.
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Tyler was minding his business in the basement. Well, that was all he *could* really do down here. There wasn’t really much to do down here after being stuck here for seven years. Doing the same thing everyday can really get you antsy.
Never mind that, his kidnapper, Corbin, said today was his birthday and that Tyler would “be getting a big gift today.” Whatever the hell that meant. Corbin probably was probably going to beat him tonight for sick pleasure.
He hears the basement door open and he looks up to the stairs, preparing for the worst. He freezes when he sees something shifting in Corbin’s grasp. Was… was that a person??
“Don’t you fucking move! Got you a birthday present!”
Tyler was freaking out, was this what Corbin was truly talking about?? Bringing a new person down here??
Some sick part of him was secretly happy. He has been lonely down here, without anyone to talk to besides the man who kidnapped him. He was touch starved, horribly touch starved. He always cried late at night, with no one to hold in his arms, no one to comfort him and tell him that everything will be okay.
He is quickly brought back into the moment when he heard something falling down the stairs, it must be the person. He quickly runs person when they land, hesitantly reaching out to them, like he doesn’t know what to do.
They were… to be blunt, beautiful. Soft in a way he couldn’t describe himself.
Focus! Don’t be ogling them while they’re in pain!
He looks at them, seeing their eyes beginning to flutter shut. That wasn’t good. “Hey, hey, k-keep your eyes open!” He frantically states, but their eyes were already closed when he said that. He hears the basement door close and begins to look around, as if a doctor would suddenly appear to help him.
With nothing else to do, he gently picks them up (he wasn’t the strongest, so it was a struggle) and he carries them to his bed. He softly sets them down, laying their head onto his pillow. He watches them for a split second, admiring their features. He was already hopeless, just by seeing her face! He needed to get a grip of himself.
He sits down in the floor, head resting on the bed. He’ll just wait here until she wakes up, then he’ll explain everything to her!