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Untitled Part 107

"Max, it's dinner. I'm not gonna poison or drug you, after all, you haven't done much for me to be inclined to do that. I just got you too. I forgot to mention training starts at 5 am my dear. If you need anything at all tell me now because I'm about to get some groceries,"

"My virginity back."

GM stared at him for a moment before sighing. "I can't give you that back, anything else?"

"A better nickname for your godforsaken ass being GM sounds retarded. Also, I can tell you have the idea that I'm gonna start liking you and you are sorely mistaken. You've let yourself be at ease from when you started after all. The whole insanity look has calmed down, you look calm. You took me away from my family, my friends, my life, dammit! You're living in a fantasy if you think I'd ever like you. I like a lot of other people don't take kindly to people kidnapping me."

The latter smirked and laughed. "Well, I guess you can call me Samuel or Sam if you'd like. Max, I don't think you'll like me," Max smiled smugly for a moment. Samuel looked at him and something in his eyes glowed as his smirk grew wider. "You'll love me." That sentence was filled with arrogance, sadism, and gruesome intentions. He said it with such confidence, it shook Max to the core. Max's eyes widened in fear, something he hadn't truly felt in a long time. Sam laughed more and left the room.

It had been a few days, maybe weeks Max didn't know. It was the same thing every day after all. The meals at least changed but other than that nothing. It was get up at 4, get dressed, wait until training, eat breakfast, go into your room and daydream, eat lunch, daydream, eat dinner, and go to bed at 7. Sam would come in on occasion to talk to Max. Usually just discussing what he wanted to eat and how training was going. But this time, it was more sinister. Sam walked in, it was obvious he was upset he usually was sporting a smile even if it was sadistic. He had a grimace on, eyes more dull than usual as well. Max furrowed his brows looking at him, he was perplexed. Sam walked over and sat next to him.

"You okay?-" Sam cut him off looking straight into Max's unmatching eyes.

"I killed someone dear to me. I let my insanity, sociopathy get to me. Of course, I've done this time and time again but this is the only time it hurt. But, I guess, people like me have to go through this, your father probably went through this... I didn't kidnap you for no reason, it was a deal I made when I was deep in insanity attack. The deal was with Lotus' father, someone, I don't know who, had brought him back. He asked me to do whatever it took to make Lotus miserable. I have morality, I'm not a psychopath. But something made me tick and he asked me when I hadn't calmed down yet. I said yes. After all, I don't treat you wrong, I could treat you better, yes, but..." Max sighed and rubbed his back. Sam felt a smile blossom on his face.

"How did you know how my dad originally died?" Sam thought for a moment.

"I didn't, when Lotus' dad asked me to do this he told me and it made what I'm guessing is lust flow through me. I don't think I can back out of my deal and once I return you I'll probably be beaten to death by your father which I guess isn't the worst way to die for someone like me"

Max nodded and laid down fully relaxing into the mattress. Sam sat where he was for a while just staring and looking around the room. Max didn't try to stop him he didn't care much, that was until he passed out. Max sighed and lifted him up to be lying fully on the bed. Sam cuddled into his side Max looked down at him, he had the keys to the house. Now, he realized that if Sam was sensitive to touch and he tried to escape he'd be in big trouble. I mean, he could be testing him but whatever it was Max wasn't gonna risk it. When Sam waked up he was smiling sweetly at him, it was a test.

"You passed, good boy! You deserve a reward." Samuels' voice was laced with a desire. Max noticed it, but he couldn't lie he started to like Sam and he did have sympathy for him. Plus he'd slept with countless other men just for fun this couldn't be much different. Sam crawled into his lap and put his hands to his sides lightly kissing along his jawline.

"How old are you?" Max grunted as Sam's lips danced across his collarbone

"21," Sam muttered. He was working his way down lifting up his shirt and throwing it on the ground next to them. He moved down unbuckling Max's pants pulling them down as well as his boxers. Sam ran his hands up and down Max's sides. Max interlaced his hands in his hair as Sam lowered his mouth onto Max's-

Max woke up with Sam's arm draped across his chest. Samuels' body was littered in hickeys. He sighed and got up stretching and getting his clothes back on. He asked himself what he was doing, sleeping with his fucking kidnapper. Could he have Stockholm syndrome? He wasn't falling in love. He didn't think he'd ever do that. He did have sympathy for the guy though. Sam ranted on and on to him at least once a week, the guy did have a hard life. He didn't have anyone and the people he did have used him. But that's not to say he's a good person, not a lot of people are. He's just another underworlder trying to get by, by any means necessary. If that means getting by using your sociopathy, by all means, go ahead. Max turned back to Sam when he immitted in a soft whine. Max sighed and sat back next to him running a hand through his hair.

"Would you stay with me if you had the opportunity to leave?" Max looked back at Sam who had sparkling puppy eyes. Max breathed in a bit biting his lip.

"Yes." Sam smiled, the same smile Max first saw when he cut off the blindfold.

"Good!" Sam hugged Max's arm tightly. Step one was in play.