Asa groaned quietly as he came to in the dimly lit room that had been his prison for what he assumed had been three days if the sounds of a nearby Grandfather clock were to be trusted. Not that he had much trust in anything since being drugged and dragged to his own personal torture chamber by someone who was supposed to be his best friend.
His body ached from the savage treatment he had endured; the beatings, cutting, burnings and worse were far beyond anything he could have imagined and he wondered how long it would be before he just gave up.
Unless his “friend” grew bored of his pain and ended it all himself.
He looked down at his naked body, at the dried blood and fresh wounds that covered his tan flesh, and fought back the tears and screams that threatened to overwhelm him. He knew that’s what his tormenter wanted and did everything he could to keep from handing him the satisfaction. Even in the dirty, cold basement with his hands bound over his head and his feet dangling inches above the ground, he was determined to keep some piece of his dignity. To give into the relief a show of emotion would allow would hand his kidnapper exactly what he desired.
How he had not given up, he did not know. After days of inhuman acts, Asa was amazed he had not allowed the waking nightmare to drain all hope from him. But as midnight drew near, he could feel his resolve begin to fade and doubts crept in. With less than an hour to his birthday, he wondered if his one wish would be death.
Not that his capture would allow such a quick end. Not when his nighttime visits seemed to bring him such pleasure.
The sound of footfalls echoing just outside the room tightened every muscle in his battered body. He closed his eyes, tried to ready himself for what was to come as the door creaked open. The chains that surrounded him rattled as his captor moved among them, laughing cruelly.
He kept his eyes and mouth shut. He had learned how to play the game, as much as he hated it.
“Don’t you look enticing this evening.”
His voice was like evil wrapped in silk. He sounded so young and innocent when he spoke, yet Asa had soon learned to hear the truth in his sweet tone.
“Look at me.”
He moved closer. Asa tried to not tremble.
“Look. At me.”
He pressed his body against Asa and laughed when he squirmed.
“Don’t be like that.” He rubbed against him. “I know you enjoy it.”
“Fuck you, Elias.” Asa stared into Elias’ green-lined brown eyes and could not believe he once trusted the sick boy who looked out through them. He could not understand how someone could love someone one day and drag them to Hell the next.
He jerked his head to the side as Elias’ fingers grazed his cheek.
The pain was sudden and sharp as Elias slapped him across his face. The first night, he would have screamed. By the second, he would have whimpered. But after everything he had been through, something as gentle as a slap brought no sound from his dry throat. Elias grabbed his chin and smiled.
“You say the sweetest things.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you’re so much fun to play with.” He ran his hands down Asa’s torso. “Plus, I really enjoy hurting people, especially cute, pouty lipped boys like you.”
“Elias, just-” A sharp pain in his side forced the air out of him. His chest tight and hands balled looked down as blood ran from the fresh wound just above his hip. There was nothing he could say or do to stop him. And once the last of his hope was gone, he would accept it and just let it happen. Elias sliced him over and over, down his sides and across his chest and thighs. He laughed as the blood flowed, from both new and reopened wounds.
His will to survive held on by a thread and, though he hated the thought of allowing Elias the pleasure of him fighting back, Asa struggled against his restraints. Tears burned his eyes and he screamed for help his realistic side knew would never come.
“That’s what I like, baby.” Elias’ grin grew as he dragged the blade across his bloodied thigh. “I get more enjoyment the harder you wiggle.” He cupped Asa’s buttocks and kissed him hard. “Now that the foreplay’s over, how about we get to the main event.
* * *
Donovan stared up at his bedroom ceiling as he tried in vain to push away the fears that had clung to him since his big brother hand gone missing. No one knew where he was or if he had been taken or simply run off but Donovan knew Asa would never abandon the, no matter how bad things had become since their father died.
“He’d never leave us.”
“No, he wouldn’t.”
Donovan looked at the boy lying beside him and smiled weakly. Cameron, his best friend since kindergarten, had been attached to him since the cops had written up their useless report. Every time Donovan felt like he would give up hope, Cameron found a way to restore it.
“Unfortunately, that means-”
“That they’ll find him before anything happens.”
“Cam, I…” He did not believe him but could not bring himself to admit it. The idea that Asa was never coming back was too painful, too frightening to consider. He rolled onto his side, away from his friend’s concerned eyes.
“It’ll be okay, Donny.” Cameron said quietly as he put an arm around him. “You’ll get your brother back.” He squeezed. “Just keep believing that.”
Donovan choked back the tears. I fucking hope so.
* * *
Asa dropped to the floor. He barely registered pain as his head bounced off the floor.
He was numb and thankful to be so. He hoped it was a sign that it was almost over and that he would be free, not that he cared what that would mean anymore. Elias had tortured him beyond the point where hope can survive and all he was left wanting was silence.
“Ready, bitch-boy?” Elias rolled Asa onto his stomach and straddled his thighs. Asa did not bother responding. He knew what Elias had planned and did not have the strength to care. As Elias forced his way inside, Asa waited for the moment he had dreaded only a few hours ago. After what felt like an eternity, Elias forced Asa’s head back and, as he plunged in deep one last time, dragged the blade across Asa’s throat.
“Happy birthday, Asa.”
TO BE CONTINUED