Stockholm Syndrome. [Boy×Man]

▶ Chapter #2: Tongue-tied.

Chapter #2: Tongue-Tied.

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After hazardous luck of encountering the strange man with stormy-grey keen irises, i thought with certainty i was dog meat.

Unfortunately my luck-- is so deranged that of course I'd never have such luck with an easy demise, especially with what transpired at the apartment hours ago.

I for one was still predictably stunned at how willingly Wilson tossed me over like rotten chopped liver. Which shouldn't come to me as a surprise given how he's treated me for the past seven year's. The guardian i held in fawn memories was soiled by the unknown man Wilson seemed to be nowadays, demolished in place of the gratitude i owed him but could never hope to repay. Until now.

By being forcibly calm with an erratic heart-beat, sandwiched between two built German Gangleader's? Maybe Mobster's? either or, their obviously Criminals.

If i weren't quieter in the apartment surely i was thought to have gone mute in this rather sleek although spacious but threatening vehicle. Except for the occasional whimper that escapes my throat uncontrollably whenever i felt penetrating silver aka; Mr. Klauses' gaze that seemingly was setting aflame to my entire visible left side as though some unknown force was spreading it like a rummaging wildfire onto my left sided features.

For just a second i wonder if my composure deflates as suddenly his brow twitches above unyielding Grey eyes, quick-witted and bluntly scanning my lower than average appearance, like he's almost transfixed on me. I sigh, nervously gulping before the lump that constricts my throat can fully set, in this rather hostile situation, all while refusing as much as i a dense human being --I've been told, am capable to bear while avoiding his stare.

Ha, what a joke. Like anyone could really pretend to be unaware of those stormy orbs burning an invisible hole through themselves.

Why does he keep staring at me, am i that weird looking?

Seriously i need to calm down before i hyperventilate. I eyeball the insanely tinted window to the scenery outside the moving truck, we were definitely out of my neighborhood and into a more classy side of New york that i didn't recognize. Wealthy side. Amongst my dazed state i pondered what would happen to me?

Terrible scenarios exploit me, frightening my very so awhile my imagination betrays me by creating a mind of it's own. A violent inhumane imagery of myself captured in some random basement with chain's hugging my midsection snugly with no escape, as i swing immobilized -taunting my captor whom held a severe predatory gaze even if i couldn't specifically see it in the largely cold and empty space. The rusty bars would creak during my fruitless attempt at writhing free from my confinement which egged my vulnerability to highten.

Unknowingly i break out in a cold sweat, envisions worsening. Klauses' daunting presence would probably circle me, an i would snivel above him quite pathetically --he might even laugh, simultaneously in between planning my execution. Yep that's how i'd go.

Snapping back into reality i try and dismiss those visions. Pleading for my mind to obey just this once. Weirdly it obliges. Thankful i remember where i am before becoming claustrophobic. The faint taste of liquid metal ensures me that if i continue i'd have chewed through my lips soft tissue, that i hadn't been aware it was held captive between my teeth.

Klause unexpected growl travels through me again, if it weren't for him being completely terrifying to the point I've almost shitted myself multiple times within the span of an hour or so, then I'm not sure if i would be aroused now or remain slightly shaking in sheer terror.