Abductors Say What?! (Short story.) [Boyxboy]

Chapter 2

Chapter two. Yup.

And I am writing this from my school's computers. Genius , right? 

so, I'm pretty sure I got an A+  in my math exam. Be proud of me ! 

For some reason my youtube links fuck up , so I stop putting those on. 

Warning, this chapter is going to be extremely rough emotionally wise, anyone with weak stomach and or heart should skip the parts where I warn you guys. 

Which includes the few first paragraphs. 

Be careful and try not to vomit out of the bathroom! 

Also , this chapter will contain a lot of swapping POVS , between Micah and Leo and whoever else I would feel like  involving. 

~Jacob. 

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As soon as I felt that hand on me I flinched, wiggling away. I almost expected to see the perverted Cerberus when I turned my head over my shoulder, so imagine what surprise it was when I saw Dez with a wicked grin gracing his features, nothing on him but a towel that was folded into two and was draped on his lap. I tried to wiggle away as much as I could, frustrated because of the cuffs that held my wrists above my head as I laid on my side, my back facing Dez. 

His hand travelled from my side to my lower back , then cupped my bottom and made me whimper with fright. I tried to speak but I couldn't find my voice. I couldn't find the courage to yell at him and kick around until his hand started tugging at those stupid shorts he gave me. Instantly I screamed and tried to kick him away, thrashing on the bed as much as I possibly could. 

I silently prayed, wishing for someone , anyone to come in here and stop him. Agony and grief struck me so hard that I couldn't help but cry through the whole thing, in some point I wasn't able to fight anymore, my whole body ached and I felt sore. I felt several cuts over my chest and back oozing with blood and burning as my scratched and bruised skin brushed against the mattresses. 

I couldn't help but sob into the pillow, not wanting to wake Dez or to attract anyone's attention. I silently prayed for my death, because the situation couldn't get any worse. 

[Micah's POV. ] 

I couldn't sleep. Something bothered me, something felt wrong. Therefore I found myself sitting in my throne in my palace , examining files and records of souls in order to decide who goes to the Fields of Asphodel and who enters Elysium. The voices in my head were weak, like radio without much signal. 

These were the prayers of others , praying to the gods. Sometimes , out of boredom one of the gods or demigods will choose one of the prayers and help out, if it was interesting enough. 

Through all the whispers in my head , I heard a scream. 

My head shot up immediately and I scanned the room. Nothing. No one was even here. The room was in golden and cream shades, the walls were  trimmed with gold and purple and the floor was checkered from smooth marble. My throb was in the colors of black and golden trims aswell. I slowly got up from my throne , jumping up to my feet with a light "thump.". Another scream, right afterwards a sob exploded through my head. Without thinking I ran into the kitchen , bursting through the doors. 

It was night time, almost nine. But I didn't feel the need to sleep, something bothered me. My cook , Seol looked at me with a frown on his chubby face. He was a short , chubby guy with black eyes and red hair that probably wasn't natural. He had fangs peeking from his upper lip and he stared at me in shock. " Is everything all right, Master ? " He asked and I  frowned. " Didn't you hear that? " I asked him , kinda out of breath, mostly out of the stress I've been feeling.