His Obsession(just editing)

Just a normal night, chapter one

The bar wasn't loud with music. Just soft pop music. There sat noah, Noah eyes stayed hocked onto this one guy that dressed in a button Down and jeans. Blonde hair slicked back and his glasses kinda hiding his brown eyes. He seemed around eighteen years old. Ethan scrolled through his Instagram feed, finding nothing interesting. He adjusted himself in his seat, bouncing his leg. The gentle music relaxed his mind, but he felt a bit uneasy, like someone was looking at him.
"Could I get you anything?" The lady
bartender ask Noah.
"Yes actually, whiskey" He replied.
His eyes never leaving Ethan. The getto bar never cared what age you drank so it was easy to get the whiskey.
"Here you are, sir" the bartender said as she placed the glass of whiskey in front of the nineteen year old.
"Thank you" Noah said, giving her a tip. Ethan saw Noah for the first time. Brown hair, perplexing eyes. There was something about him. Ethan didn't know what, but there was something. He kept glancing at him, then back to his phone to try and not seem obvious. Noah slowly drank the whiskey. His cringed a bit from how strong.
"Hey miss get me beer please" Noah spoke as his Irish accent came out a bit more.
The bartender nodded as she got him a beer.
"There you go" she said, placing it down.
He smiled insanely but yet So innocently. He took his whiskey and beer and walked over to the boy he's been staring at. Ethan looked up at the person, giving a smile.
"Hi..." he said shyly. "Would you like to sit?" He gestured to the seat next to him.
That has him, he thought. That was the person who was looking at him. He's not so bad looking. His eyes were much clearer now. Noah smiled once again and took a set, kindly handing him the beer.
"Thanks!" Ethan smiled. He took a sip of the beer.
"I like your shoes... what's your name?" He asked.
"Aw thanks you, sir. I'm Noah and you are?" Noah couldn't keep his eyes off of the man that he found amazingly hot.
"Oh, I'm Ethan. Nice to meet you!" He smiled brighter and drank his beer.
The night  seemed to go slower and slower. Noah found this ragging verge to just take him home.  Next thing Noah knew was that he had Ethan tied to a chair in Noah's back room for the apartment. He wait for him to wake up from the crack he drugged him with. Ethan groggily opened his eyes and tried move his hands to adjust his glasses, but couldn't. He looked around, and realized that this wasn't his house.
"What's going on?!" He asked frantically, beginning to hyperventilate. He struggled, but to no avail.
"Help!" He yelled. A low chuckle came from Noah as he took his shirt off and grabbed a bandanna, gently tied it around Ethan's mouth.
"Hush"he said softly yet bitter.
Ethan shivered, looking up at Noah in fear.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked through the bandana. He whimpered and fidgeted.
"Trust me no need to in fear" Noah said in an surprisingly calmer tone of voice. Which is true. Noah did not a have any weapon on him. He gently lifted Ethan's chin up and gave him a sadist smile before letting go of his face.
"I have no weapons on me, sweets" he said as he walked around the room. "There has to be some sort of crazy reason you're doing this. Why?" Ethan watched Noah as he walked.
He glared at his back. He began to hyperventilate again.
"Sometimes there is no reason, sweets"
He stretched his arms causing him to also flex his muscles.
"But! As you should know I'm not intoxicated." He walked back over to Ethan who's tied in the chair and ran a hand gently through Ethan's blonde hair. Ethan squeaked in fear, feeling a chill run down his spine. But when Noah stretched, that was something Ethan strangely liked. He cringed at the mere thought of him actually enjoying this. "I'm not going to hurt you as long as you don't try to leave" Noah spoke his voice becoming darker to the end of his sentence.
He watched Ethan shake at the sudden change of voice. Then Noah continued "or scream, then we'll have problems" thankfully it was about 12am so everyone should be away in their homes sleeping peacefully.
Ethan sighed. "And if I do?" He asked. He was scared, but he didn't want to show much of it.
"What would you do if I were to do any of those things?" He looked at him. Noah walked over to the one table in the corner, picking up a knife that is perfectly sharpened. He walked back to Ethan and lightly placed the knife to his white neck.
Ethan held his breath.
"I'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt me please..." He whimpered.
At this point, he was focused on not getting hurt. He totally froze to avoid the knife from touching his neck. "Exactly, sweets so don't do anything."He removed the knife from his neck and placed it back on the table.
"no noise, sweets" he said finally taking the Bandana off.
"Did you just take me here to look at me? What did you plan to do with me?" Ethan asked. It was easier to breathe now that the bandana was off. He licked his dry lips. Noah lifted his chin, getting closer to his face then he spoke
"that's for you to find out soon, sweets."Ethan froze again.
He could feel Noah's breath on his face.
"Ok..." he said in a quiet voice.
He tried to lower his voice to avoid getting the knife held up to his neck again.
"Good" Noah moved back and left the room. The door open enough for Ethan to see Noah locking up doors and windows so his little victim couldn't escape. Adrenaline took over and Ethan struggled as hard as he could to free himself. He was able to break through the binds that held him to the chair and try to run out. Noah clicked his tongue a few times as he grab Ethan by the arm, not so gently throwing him back onto the chair.
"I don't wanna hurt you but you are really pushing it, Ethan" Noah darkly spoke.
His insane sadist side started to kick in more. Ethan yelped in pain as he was thrown into the chair, hitting his elbow on the arm. The adrenaline was still running through his body. He attempted to get up and push Noah out of the way. A long sigh escaped Noah's lips as he grabbed his arm, tightly holding onto it and pulling him close to his face.
"Now now, Ethan" Noah  chuckles as he took Ethan's phone out of the back pocket of his jeans.
Ethan was trying to get out of Noah's grip, but couldn't. The adrenaline died down as he tried to catch his breath. His arm ached from the tightness holding it.
"For this little stunt you tried, you will be punished" Noah said  smirking and put him in the chair, gently this time. He got the same knife from before also tying the bandana tightly around his mouth.
"Now I really really don't wanna do this but you apparently won't listen" Noah said while unbuttoning Ethan's white button.
Ethan's pleads for Noah to stop were muffled by the bandana. At this point, he couldn't do anything to stop him. His whole arm ached. Noah first placed his cold hand on Ethan's chest, watching him shiver from his cold hand. The knife shined in the moonlight as noah slowly ran the knife down his chest. Ethan's blood slowly poured out of the cut on his chest. Ethan screamed and used all his strength to somehow get away from Noah. He clutched his chest wound as tears began to stream from his eyes. The pain was unbearable.That same dark bone chilling chuckle came from Noah again.
"That's all for now, sweets"Noah said, licking the blood off the knife.
Ethan shock in pain as the blood slowly stopped.
"Now get some rest" Noah said handing him a bandaid.
Then he set up a small little sleeping area from Ethan and giving him a new clothes along with taking off the bandana. Ethan went over to the area and laid down, putting on the bandaid and the new clothes. He shivered as he closed his eyes, too scared to fall asleep. He thought Noah was going to do more things, Worse things. He still didn't know what he wanted. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep, arms wrapped around himself.