"Scotty!" Scott's captor sang as he pushed open the door to the room he was being kept in, waltzing over to him. "I missed you." Scott tensed when he felt his captor's fingers trailing through his hair and he pushed himself farther into the corner. "Don't touch me," he snapped, though his voice shook. Martin rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, Scotty. My innocent little slut. If you don't listen to me, I might have to pay your friend a little visit..."
Scott's heart skipped a beat as Martin got out his phone and showed the screen to Scott. There was Mitch, his best friend and the love of his life. Scott's eyes were already tearing up just at the sight of him, but when Martin pressed play, he immediately started to cry.
"H-... Hi, everyone." Mitch's voice was weak and thick with tears. "Um, I'm sorry that I h-haven't been very active on anything, but... things have just been difficult for me right now." Mitch closed his eyes and swallowed hard, his bottom lip trembling. "Scott is-... Scott has gone missing. The police are looking for him, but if any of you see anything, please, please tell someone. And Scott? If- If you're listening, I miss you and I love you so much. Please come back to me." Mitch's voice broke, and the last frame before the screen cut to black was him starting to cry.
Tears were already streaming down Scott's cheeks. He looked up at Martin, begging with his eyes. "Please don't hurt him. Please. I'll do anything." Martin chuckled and unchained Scott, grabbing his wrist and tugging him to the bedroom.
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Scott was chained to the wall again, like he usually was. He was trying to pretend that he was home, but he jolted out of his fantasy when he heard Mitch's voice. "You told me you'd take me to him. If you lied to me, I swear—"
There was a sound like skin colliding against skin, and Scott flinched slightly at the sound of it. "How dare you?" Mitch shrieked. "I will have you arrested for assault! Take me to Scott!"
The door opened, and Mitch stumbled inside, presumably having been pushed. "Where is Scott?" he demanded, but Martin just rolled his eyes and started to close the door. "Look behind you, whore," he said, then met Scott's eyes and winked. "He's a feisty one." Martin slammed the door.
Mitch turned around, and as soon as he laid eyes on Scott, he visibly relaxed and rushed over to him. "Oh my God," he practically sobbed, collapsing in front of him and cupping his cheeks as he fretted over him. "Are you okay? Has he hurt you?" Scott whimpered quietly and placed his hands on top of Mitch's, gently pulling them down. "You have to get out of here," he whispered hoarsely, his hands cold and shaking. Mitch shook his head and ran his thumbs over Scott's knuckles. "I won't leave without you. I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."
"Mitchy, you don't understand. He'll hurt you," Scott whimpered, tears forming in his eyes. Mitch's heart broke for the poor boy, and he carefully pulled him into his arms. "It'll be okay. I'll get you out of here." Scott sniffled and let his eyes droop closed, savoring Mitch's warmth. "I'm sorry," he whispered, clutching Mitch's shirt. "I thought I was good." Mitch frowned, his grip tightening on Scott. "What do you mean?" he asked, tracing patterns into Scott's arm. Scott shuddered and pressed himself against Mitch, as close as he could get without crawling into Mitch's lap. "He wanted to use me but I said no so he go mad and said he'd pay you a visit if I didn't listen. I th-thought I was good..."
"Oh, baby, you are good. This wasn't your fault."
"Yes, it was. I was bad."
"No, Scotty. I came willingly. He told me that he knew where you were and he would take me to you if I didn't call the police."
Scott sobbed softly and buried his face in Mitch's neck, trembling harder. "You shouldn't have come..." Mitch shushed him gently, trailing his fingers through Scott's hair. "Maybe not," he murmured, "but I'm here now. Everything will be okay." It was clear Scott didn't believe him, but he pulled Mitch's arms tighter around himself and snuggled deeper into his arms.
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The next morning, Scott woke up in Mitch's arms. For a moment, he thought he was safely back home, but then the previous night's events came back and he felt like crying again. It was bad enough being kidnapped, but he'd dragged his best friend into it as well. He felt like the worst boy in the world.
Martin waltzed in, and his lips curved into a smirk at the sight. "Aw, how heartwarming. The slut and the whore are cuddling." Scott flinched slightly, but he still shielded Mitch with his body the best he could. "I thought I was good," he whimpered, and his captor laughed, his eyes glittering darkly. "I know. I just wanted to take him anyway. He's fucking hot." Scott's eyes widened and he shook his head frantically. "No, no, please don't. Don't hurt him. You can do whatever you want to me, but please don't hurt him. Martin laughed again and shook his head, crouching to undo Scott's chains. "Mhm."
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The first thin Mitch noticed when he woke up was the lack of weight on his chest. His grogginess was gone, and he sat up quickly, his eyes darting around the room to search for Scott. However, as soon as he noticed he was alone, panic rose in his chest and he rushed over to the door.
"Scott!" he called, frantically jiggling the doorknob. A soft cry of frustration left his lips when the door was locked, but he kept trying anyway.
"Will you stop that?" Martin snapped as he pulled open the door. His shirt was open and his pants were unbuttoned, but his gaze was annoyed. "I'm trying to use my slut, and I don't appreciate the noise." Mitch took a step back, regarding him with disgust. "How dare you touch him with your filthy hands?" he spat. "Let him go. Take me." Martin chuckled and shook his head. "No, no, I can't do that. See, I only took you to get Scott to do what I wanted. I don't want you, I want him. Now, if you continue to disturb me, I will hurt Scott as punishment. Do you understand?"
"You're sick."
"Do you understand?"
Mitch glared at Martin for a long time, but he eventually crossed his arms over his chest and took a step back. "Fine." Martin smiled pleasantly and nodded, adjusting his shirt. "Thank you. Scott will be with you shortly," he said, and then, he was gone.
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Mitch was curled up in the corner, holding his knees to his chest. His eyes were unfocused, lost in thought. Suddenly, the door slammed open and Martin stormed in, Scott stumbling after him with tears streaming down his cheeks. "No. No, please, I'm sorry, I swear I'll be good," he sobbed, but Martin ignored him and kicked Mitch in the stomach hard. Mitch cried out in pain, and Scott screamed, doing his best to pull Martin away. "Stop it! Please! I'm s-sorry!"
Martin knocked him away as easily as though he were a fly, kicking and punching Mitch everywhere he could reach. Scott was crying so hard he couldn't breathe, his entire body trembling as he tried frantically to get Martin away from Mitch. "Please! Please, please stop it! I'm sorry! You can do anything you want to me, just please don't hurt him!" Still, Martin ignored him, so Scott just shielded Mitch with his body, squeezing his eyes shut as he took the beatings.
"I should kill you," Martin snarled, but he turned and stormed away after one last kick. Scott whimpered and pulled Mitch into his lap, sobbing into his hair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm such a b-bad boy..." Mitch sighed shakily and caught his breath, gingerly hugging Scott back. "It's okay, Scotty. I'm fine," he whispered, burying his face in Scott's neck. Scott cried for a while after that, rocking them and holding Mich as tightly as he dared. He felt fragile and broken and desperate and God, if Mitch left he'd die.
Scott crammed himself as far into the corner as he could get, tears flowing steadily down his cheeks. "I'm sorry."
"Hey. It's okay. I'm fine. I love you."
"I l-love you too, Mitchy."