I instantly went to the fridge after Vic went upstairs, and I made myself a giant sandwich and piled all of my favorite toppings on it. My mouth watered just looking at it when I finished, and I practically devoured it.
After I ate the sandwich, I couldn't help myself, so I grabbed an apple. The apple looked even better than the sandwich; it was plump and red. Apples had always been my favorite food, and I was way too excited to have one for the first time in a while.
I walked out of the kitchen and made my way towards my room. Taking the first bite of the apple, I almost moaned because it was ripe and juicy. When I finished chewing, a door opened, and I saw it was Vic's office. I was about to take a second bite, but the apple was taken from my hand.
"Hey," I whined, sticking out my bottom lip. I heard a chuckle and looked up to see Vic.
"That's my apple," I whined, sticking my lip out even more.
"Not anymore, sweetheart. And by the way, I'm the only one who should be making you moan," Vic said, winking before walking away. I stared after him, my face burning from his comment. I sighed, deciding to just leave it be, and walked to my room. I sat on the pathetic excuse of a bed and wondered what I should do for entertainment. I wanted to see the rest of the house, but I didn't want to make Vic angry by wandering. I doubted he would let me use any sort of electronic, so watching TV and going online were off the list. I glanced around the room, my eyes landing on the closet. I figured I could look through the "outfits" Vic had left me, but I imagined it was all lingerie and such. I opened the doors and surveyed the rack. Much like I had pictured, everything was tiny and made of lace. Rolling my eyes, I rifled through the pieces. Some of them were pretty cute, but I wouldn't admit that aloud. I quickly went through all the clothes, finding some that I might actually be comfortable wearing, and I was bored again.
I closed the closet doors and sighed. If I could even find something to amuse me for fifteen minutes, what was I going to do if I was stuck here forever? The sudden thought struck me. I could be here forever. I would just be used for sex until Vic decided I was no longer needed, then he would probably kill me. I shook my head, trying to stop thinking. I just had to stay calm until I could find a way to get out of here.
After getting the concerning thoughts out of my head, I gave up on staying in my room. I had heard Vic return to his office, so what harm could it do if I just explored a little? I quietly opened my bedroom door and walked out, closing the door gently behind me. I glanced at Vic's office door. I could hear him talking to someone, probably on the phone, so I took that as my chance to go unnoticed. I went further down the hall, facing several doors. I walked up to the first one and put my ear against it. I couldn't hear anyone inside, so I turned the knob and entered.
Inside there were boxes upon boxes, stacked all the way up to the ceiling. I read the labels on some of them.
'Preciado: Trey, Poppy, Sid'
'Fuentes: Mickey, Mary'
'Fuentes: Timothy, Ethan, Oz'
'Gilbert: Adam, Trey, Bennie'
'Wood: Sid, Lou'
'Martinez: Hunter, Lou, Oz, Adam'
At first I was slightly confused. Who were all these people and what was in these boxes? Then I recognized one of the names I had heard from the stoners in high school and slowly backed away. That was a lot of drugs, but I shouldn't be surprised. After all, I was here as a gang leader's personal sex toy, so finding drugs stored in his mansion wasn't too unexpected. I just slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind me. I shook off the weirdness of the entire situation and continued on with my little adventure. I opened the door directly across from the one I had just been in. Once again, I made sure no one was inside. It was silent, so I went in. It looked like a normal bedroom and appeared unused. It was probably a guest bedroom, but I didn't think Vic had many guests stay over. I laughed as I pictured big, bad Vic having his parents visit and stay in this room. I quickly stopped my laughter when I heard footsteps. Luckily, whoever it was went downstairs. I paused for one more moment before exiting the guest room.
There were four other rooms dotting the hall, and I decided to go to the very last one. I listened closely, and once again I was met with nothing. I opened the door, cringing when it creaked slightly on its hinges. I pushed it open the rest of the way without problem and went in. Unlike the other rooms, I couldn't find a light switch directly next to the door. I felt along the wall until I felt something under my hand. I flicked it, and the room was illuminated. I took note of the odd placement of the light switch, slightly shadowed by a large wardrobe. I surveyed the room, gasping at the items and furniture strewn about. There was a large swing attached to the ceiling by four chains, with a mirror above it. To the right of that, there was a deep purple bed with a decorative headboard and four bedposts. There were a few dressers scattered about the room by various benches, couches, and chairs. I saw some rope looped around a hook in the wall, along with a length of chain and some leather cord. I shivered as I wondered what use Vic had for these items. I switched off the light and went to leave the room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed the silhouette at the door.
"You just couldn't help yourself, pet?"
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FanfictionKellin was a poor boy who had been abandoned by his family for coming out as gay, forced to eat very little and sleep on the streets. Vic, the leader of the most dangerous gang in Mexico, found himself in Michigan to settle a little "business". Whe...