The Male Perspective

Dallon couldn’t feel anything when he awoke aside from a strong pounding in his head and dull pain wrapped around his wrists. He slowly opened his light blue eyes, only to be met with the concrete walls he’d been surrounded by for what feels like years and the lingering feeling of disappointment.

“Good morning, Love.” A strong voice said from a part of the room Dallon couldn’t see. His angelic eyes widened in fear as he quickly scooted his lanky body away from the voice. Well, as far as he could go with the chains around his wrist.

“Stop trying to run, Dallon. It will only make things worse.” The voice said again with a cocky undertone. Dallon knew this unknown man was in control, and there was nothing he could do. He was alone and defenseless. He was sure he was going to die here.

“What do you want from me, Brendon?” Dallon finally spoke once he realized who it was. His voice weak and unsteady as he tried not to let his abductor know just how terrified he really was. Though his attempt failed as a small chuckle could be heard from behind him. The handsome male was coming closer and there was nothing he could do about it.

“I think i’ve made it very obvious what I want from you.” He hummed out maliciously. His tongue clicking at the end of his sentence as Dallon whimpered slightly. A daunting energy now filling the air.

Before Dallon could reply a warm hand ran down the length of his exposed back. A shiver ran down his spine immediately at the unexpected touch. Tingles of disgust and anxiety remained on his pale skin even once Brendon had moved his large hand away.

“Ya know,” The shorter male spoke as he crouched in front of his victim, “you really shouldn’t be too scared of me. I’m truly harmless.” He purred. His large and calloused hand reaching out to cup Dallons tear stained cheek. “You could have it so much worse.” He added. Letting his thumb run gently along Dallons cheek bone.

“How could this be any worse?” Dallon whispered out once he finally gained the courage to speak. Trying to inch his cheek away from Brendon in the process. He didn’t like the feeling of the other male touching him. It caused his skin to crawl and bile to rise in his throat.

“I could treat you like Pete treats Patrick.” He smirked, letting his hand fall to his side and away from the angelic boy. Dallon tilted his head in confusion at those simple words. He didn’t know who Pete or Patrick were and apart of him didn’t want to know. Though curiosity got the better of him and Brendon could see he was craving to know more about the pair. Brendon silently stood from his crouched position before looking over at the shackles that kept Dallon stationed.   

“If I let you go for a second you cannot run from me. Not that you’d really have the strength to do so anyway, but if you did I would make sure you were dead before you even got twelve feet away.” He said casually as he was already working on unlocking the shackles.

Dallon stayed silent as he nodded. His throat was clogged with anxiety as he stood up from his position. His lanky legs squirmed like jello beneath him from lack of use and nutrient. Though he brushed off the shakiness of his body as he felt Brendon’s hand intertwined with his own.

The action made Dallon feel as if he could die. Not because the man that was torturing him was touching him, but because their hands fit together like puzzle pieces. Making Dallon wonder what they could’ve been if Brendon wasn’t as insane as he was.

Before another thought could cross through the taller boy’s mind he was in front of a door which held the unknown. All you could hear from the other side was a slight creaking noise that sent shivers down Dallons spine.

“Open the door.” Brendon commanded from beside him.

Dallon nodded before reaching forward and attaching his hand to the door knob. He reluctantly pushed the door open with his eyes shut in fear. He could hear the creaking noise more clearly now and the sound of Brendon laughing slightly beside him.

“Pete, what the hell did you do?” Brendon said with an amused tone of voice.

“I was just having some fun, Beebo. Maybe I took it a bit too far though.” He said with the same amount of amusement in his tone as well.

Soon the curiosity was piled inside of Dallon and he couldn’t keep his eyes closed any longer. He slowly opened his ocean blue eyes to be met with an ungodly sight.

A slightly pudgy boy with reddish hair was hanging from the ceiling. Dallon wasn’t sure what was holding him up, but he didn’t want to know. All he could focus on was the deep gashes that covered his short body and the way it swung slowly back and forth.

“Is this thing for me?” The mysterious man Dallon could only assume was Pete asked. His gaze locked on the scared male. “Tall usually isn’t my style, but I suppose he isn’t that bad off on looks.” He hummed.

Before Dallon could hear anything else his body collapsed beneath him. Body shutting down from the shock of everything before him. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but he only hoped he wouldn’t wake up to find out.