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"His entire body was shuddering, his heart pumping painfully in his chest" |
Chapter 1: Fear Of The Raven. Jesse was sitting in his office, waiting for Sean to show up as usual. He still hadnāt come yet and Jesse was beginning to get a bit concerned about him. During the past week both Christian and Andrew hadnāt shown up. No one had heard from them. The part that scared Jesse the most was the fact that no one knew where they were! And now Sean was missing too! But maybe he was just late today? Sean was his best friend and they had known each other for over 10 years. He would be devastated if something had happened to his younger buddy. If only Billy had been there. Jesse knew he would be less worried then. Billy was one of the only persons who could calm him down when he was nervous. Billy was more to him than just a friend. They were lovers and had been for a long time now, however no one should know just yet. Sadly, Billy was still recovering from a serious shoulder injury he suffered in a car accident. In a few weeks he would be ready to return. He looked at his watch again. Only less than five minutes had passed since the last time he had checked the time. Why does time always seem to go so slow when youāre waiting for something? Jesse really hoped Sean was ok. He thought about the many things that could have happened to him but instantly pushed the thoughts aside. āHeyā¦ā someone murmured from behind him. Jesse turned to face the person behind him. It was Scott. He didnāt look exactly happy. He was actually looking kind of depressed. āWhatās wrong?ā Jesse questioned, concerned as he rose from where he was seated. āHavenāt you heard about Sean?ā Scott frowned and sighed heavily. āWhat happened to Sean?!ā Jesseās eyes widened, his face strained with concern. Scott inhaled deeply before finally speaking. āHe has been missing since yesterday. The police are looking for him, but he seems to have vanishedā¦ā Jesse couldnāt believe what he was hearing. It just couldnāt be true! Christian, Andrew and now Sean? Jesse was as paralyzed, tears forming in his eyes. His worst fears had been true. His best friend was gone! Scott embraced his friend, hoping to be able to soothe him at this horrible moment. Jesse was unable to hold back a sob, tiny salty droplets of water trickling over his cheekbones. Scott tightened his arms around Jesse body, rubbing his back gently, feeling him shudder against him as he cried. Jesse barely felt the comforting touch from Scott, feeling as if his body had become momentarily numb. After several minutes, Jesseās crying seemed to die out. Scott carefully let go of Jesse, allowing him to pull himself together. He was sniffling as he wiped away the tears from his reddened eyes. āIā¦ I need to be aloneā¦ā he managed to force out between hiccupping breaths. Scott nodded, understanding. āIām here if you need me, ok?ā Jesse didnāt respond only nodded, sitting down, his shoulders slumping. He buried his face in his hands. Scott then headed towards the door, letting his friend have some time to himself. He looked at him one final time before leaving the room, closing the door carefully behind him. Sitting all alone, Jesse thought to himself, still not believing the words he had just heard. Sean was his best friend and now he was gone. What was going on? Who was responsible for the disappearances of those people? Jesse was frightened. Would another person be missing tomorrow? If so, who would that be? He lifted his head from his hands and sighed heavily. He needed to tell it all to Billy. Maybe Scott had already told Billy? He needed to ask Scott if he had. He rose and headed towards the door. As he came outside he saw that the hallway was completely deserted. Odd. Scottās office was just across from his own. The door was slightly open so Jesse just pushed the door open and peeked inside. The sight he was met with was frightening! The room was filled with darkness, only a slight light adorning the room. On the floor Scott was sitting, rocking back and forth as if he was one of those insane people you see only in horror movies! He was mumbling to himself. Jesse could barely hear what he was saying but if he concentrated hard enough and listened carefully then he could hear him. āMmmmā¦ Whoās gonna be the next oneā¦? Christian, Andrew, Sean. Could it be Matt or maybe even Adam?ā he laughed to himself. āWatching that bastard, Sean, die was great! Too bad heās dead so I canāt kill him againā¦!ā he laughed even harder. Jesse felt shivers travel down his spine, goose bumps covering his body. Jesseās eyes were filled with fear. He was in shock, not knowing what to do! He backed away from the door, his heart racing, his breath coming quickly. He rushed to his own office, slamming the door behind him. He paced around, desperately thinking about what to do! Scott was a killer? A fucking murderer! But why? Jesse searched his pockets to find his phone, hands trembling violently. In the haze of panic, he couldnāt think of anything else but needing to tell Billy. The thought about calling the police didnāt even cross his mindā¦ He dialed the number from his memory quickly, waiting desperately for someone to pick up the phone. āDammit, Billy! Pick it up!ā he hissed, rubbing his forehead harshly with his palm. He had no idea what could happen at this moment! Scott was in there and no one picked up the phone, only the mechanical voice telling him to leave a message. āBilly! Billy, if youāre there then pick up the fucking phone! Scottā¦ Oh my Godā Jesseās voice broke before he continued, āScott murdered Seanā¦ he fucking killed himā¦ Iām fucking scared and I donāt know what to doā¦ā his voice was shaky as he hung up the phone, hoping Billy would call him back soon. He then turned around, not knowing that Scott was standing just behind him, eagerly waiting for him to turn. Jesse didnāt even have the chance to react before a hard object cracked against his jaw. Everything went black and he collapsed on the floor, unconscious. Standing above him, Scott was holding a metal pipe, a crazy smile smeared across his face. *** Jesse opened his eyes, his head pounding. He gazed around in the darkness unable to see anything except the faint rays of sunlight slipping through the cracks of the curtains. He couldnāt even see where he was! āWhat the fuck?!ā he exclaimed, shocked, as he realized he was nude. He instinctively tried to sit up but was unable to. He had been tied up. He was lying on a king-sized bed, his hands tied to the headboard. Jesse felt panic rise inside of him, his mind clouded with fear! He desperately pulled at the ropes, trying to free himself but they were too tight, leaving him soon to give up. He slumped back onto the bed just as someone flipped on the light. Jesse closed his eyes as he was momentarily blinded by the bright light. Slowly he reopened his eyes and before him, Scott was standing, staring at him. Oh God, he was in Scottās house! A wicked smile appeared on his lips as he noticed Jesse was finally awake. Moving a step closer, he licked his lips before kneeling down onto the bed, his smile broadening as the mattress shifted under his weight. Jesse struggled to get away from him but Scott gripped his legs, holding him securely against the bed. His entire body was shuddering, his heart pumping painfully in his chest. Scott carefully crawled on top of Jesse, straddling his hips, his hands forcefully pinning his shoulders to the bed. A faint whimper slipped past his lips as he saw Scott bend towards him, but managed to strangle yet another whimper when he felt Scott flick his tongue over the skin on his neck. āW-what are you doingā¦?ā he barely managed to stutter, āGet the fuck off me!ā he was writhing under him, desperate to get free. His body tensed, a cry being ripped from his throat as a sharp pain shot through him, feeling Scottās teeth sink through his skin into his flesh. Gritting his teeth, Jesse whimpered while Scott began sucking, tasting his blood as if he was a vampire. Jesse hissed when Scott finally pulled away from his neck, gazing down at his weakened body, licking away the remaining blood from his lips. He watched the blood trickle from the newly created wound on Jesseās creamy skin, fascinating. Watching as the small droplets connected with the sheets under him, soaking into them. Jesse was breathing harshly, desperately trying to overcome his fear. Suddenly he managed to speak, āWhatā¦ā he swallowed hard, āā¦did you do to Seanā¦?ā Scott was indeed surprised by the sudden question, raising an eyebrow before happily answering. āThe same as Iām gonna do to youā¦ Youāre my friend, but you know what I didā¦ so I have to do this to youā he smiled sweetly before kissing his forehead gently. āIām gonna fuck you, kill you and then maybe Iāll fuck you again. But only because youāre so damn hot!ā His eyes were cold and hard as he stared hungrily at Jesseās defenseless body. āNoā¦ā Jesse swallowed, again trying to escape from the tight ropes. After several attempts he froze, staring straight into Scottās eyes. āYouāre insaneā¦ Youāre fucking crazy!ā he yelled, pulling at the ropes again. However he was silenced when Scottās knuckles suddenly cracked against his cheekbone. Jesseās head snapped back, hitting the headboard hard. However, he remained conscious but only barely. He remained completely still, not moving, knowing that if he did then he would pass out. He could taste his own blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling it trickle down his chin. He tensed involuntarily when he felt Scottās hands gently rub his thighs before bending to taste his skin again. He connected his lips with one of Jesseās nipples, swirling his tongue over the tender flesh. He took it between his teeth, gently tugging before biting him forcefully. Jesse cried out, the stinging pain in his nipple causing him to close his eyes tightly. When Scott withdrew, there was blood trickling from the sensitive skin. āPlease stopā¦ā Jesse pleaded as Scott began undressing, eyes never leaving Jesseās body. Moments later his clothes were lying in a head on the floor. He climbed back onto the bed, mattress bucking under him. He began forcing Jesseās legs apart, settling himself in between his thighs. His fingers on one hand trailed across Jesseās abdomen as he began stroking his own cock with the other. āPleaseā¦ā Jesse tried again. He didnāt get a response from Scott. Instead he mercilessly slammed inside him, a harsh scream of pain being pulled from him, his body bucking in response to the pain. The hard thrusting caused him to cry out, every muscle of his body tensing. He could feel himself tearing inside, blood beginning to soak the mattress between his legs. āShitā¦ youāre so tight. So good!ā Scott moaned as he continued pumping into Jesseās bleeding entrance. He increased the pace, pushing deeper and harder into him. Scraping his nails across Jesseās pale abdomen, leaving thin red lines. His crying had ceased to a faint panting, the pain numbing Jesseās entire body. Silent tears escaping from his eyes. Tears mixed with humiliation and pain. His wrists were bleeding after the feeble attempts of escape, the ropes digging into his skin. Leaning down again, Scott darted his tongue over Jesseās bleeding neck, collecting his blood as he thrust into him with all his power, raking his nails along Jesseās cock causing him to writhe and whimper under him. Scott felt a familiar tensing rising in his abdomen, thrusting forcefully before finally releasing into him. After a short while, which felt like hours, Scott had regained control over his quivering body and pulled out of Jesse. He glanced down at the weakened form under him. Jesse was crying, tears moistening the pillow, harsh sobs causing him to tremble violently. Scott laughed as he rose and stumbled towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. Jesse was gasping for air, his whole body aching. His eyes widening in fright as he saw Scott approach him once more, this time holding a large kitchen knife in his hand. He crawled onto the bed again, grapping Jesse by the throat and kissing him roughly. He squeezed tightly around his neck, a small strangled moan slipping from Jesseās lips. It gave Scott the chance to slip his tongue inside. A harsh noise was pulled from the younger man, body twisting, as Scott fiercely stabbed the knife into his flesh, piercing into him just above his kneecap. Scott smiled, seeing the pain in Jesseās eyes and hearing it in his choked scream. He forced the knife further into his flesh, Jesse bucking on the bed and crying out in pain. He then withdrew the knife. He rose to stare down at Jesseās bruised and bleeding form, blood and dried cum staining the mattress between his legs. He then started getting dressed, listening to the small whimpers and hitched gasps escaping Jesse. Heading towards the door, he opened it before looking back at Jesse. āDonāt worryā¦ Iāll be back soonā¦ā After this he slammed the door behind him, leaving Jesse alone. Leaving him to die. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his body still shuddering due to the agony. He was going to dieā¦ Closing his eyes, he tried to think about Billy, how much he loved him, hoping to be able to ignore the pain. Not many moments later he slowly dozed off. He passed out, the pain overwhelming his mind. *** ā¦ āJesse?ā a faint voice brought Jesse back to reality, his eyes remaining closed. He felt someone gently cup his face, trembling fingers tapping his cold cheeks. Warmth. Protective warmth. āBaby, wake upā¦! Please!ā the voice was now clearer in Jesseās mind, sounding desperate and frightened. Slowly, Jesse opened his eyes, instantly gazing at Billyās tearstained face. Jesseās skin was deathly pale, still bleeding from various cuts on his body. He shifted slightly, leaning into Billyās comforting touch. He then realized his hands were free. Once again tears began running from his reddened eyes as realization dawned upon him. Billy was there to save him! āDear God, what happenedā¦?ā Billy stammered as he began unbuckling his belt. āH-how did y-you knowā¦ I was h-here?ā Jesse whispered, reaching to touch Billyās face to confirm that he was really there. āI got your voice messageā¦ā Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes as he used his belt to fasten tightly around Jesseās thigh, trying his best to stop the blood flow. Wrapping his arms around Jesseās limp body, he struggled to get him on his feet. Billy finally managed to get Jesse up from the bed, his arm wrapped around his waist to steady him and prevent him from collapsing. Jesse fell over, down onto his knees, his stomach churning, and the agony throughout his body forcing him to vomit. Harsh coughs and shudders nearly making him unable to breathe. Billy managed to help Jesse back on his feet .However someone suddenly pushed Billy down onto the floor, a rope being wrapped tightly around his neck. Jesse did his best to stay upright but he lost his balance, his legs too weak to carry him and he collapsed on the carpeted floor, a whimper slipping from his torn lips. Scott tightened the rope and pulled as hard as he could, trying to snap his neck. Billy coughed harshly, his fingers frantically trying to get a hold of the rope to loosen it. Scott kept pulling and tightening with all his strength. Billy couldnāt breathe, gasping for air, on the verge of passing out, his head feeling as if it was about to burst. Abruptly the rope loosened and Scott fell to his knees before slumping down on the floor, unconscious. Billy gasped and coughed as he desperately got the rope away from his throat. He finally realized that Jesse had used whatever last strengths he had to knock out Scott with some hard object. Billy struggled to get up. āJess, are you alright?ā he questioned, voice coated with concern as he began pulling him to his feet. He gently sat him on the bed, listening to the pained hiss emerging from Jesse. Wrapping the sheets around Jesseās exposed body; Billy held an arm around his waist allowing him to lean against him as they began stumbling towards the door. The cut on Jesseās thigh was still bleeding heavily. Billy positioned his hand on the wound, pressing hard against it to prevent the blood from spilling. A harsh whimper escaped Jesseās parted lips and he instinctively gripped Billyās wrist, but allowed him to press his hand against the cut. After several minutes of struggling, both men finally got outside the house. Billy carefully let Jesse sink to the ground, his back resting against the brick wall. Reaching his cell phone, Billy immediately dialed the number for an ambulance. Jesseās vision was blurring. His quivering hands fastened tightly around his thigh. He slowly slumped down, his head now resting on the cold dirt, eyes slowly shutting. *** Hours had passed. Jesse shifted in his sleep, feeling a warm hand stroking the skin on his knuckles. He then carefully opened his eyes, looking into Billyās bright ones. He smiled faintly as he realized he was safe. And so was Billy. |