AN: I've spent the past few weeks writing this story, and I'm almost halfway done, so I thought I'd upload the first chapter here and see how it goes over with people. This story has VERY mature themes. It's really a horrible topic, and I'm not sure why I wanted to write a story about it. I did, however, an here is chapter one of it. Well, technically the first six pages. I don't have it separated into chapters just yet. Just to let you know, though, this WILL be finished, unlike my other multi-chapter stories have been. ^^ Anyway, please don't read this if you're going to fuss about it.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES. KIDNAPPING, CHILD MOLESTATION, AND PEDOPHILIA. Nothing graphic is shown, but please be warned. I own nothing, thank you for reading!
Oh and by the way, the kidnapper losing his accent at times, is definitely not an accident, in fact, it's very much on purpose.
Lost. Alone. Surrounded by darkness. He had no idea where he was, it was pitch black. The last thing he remembered was sitting in the park, reading a book. It had been far too noisy at the house, and the library had closed earlier that day.
It hadn't been dark yet, but it was still far past an acceptable time for a young child to go out alone, no matter how intelligent and mature that child may be. He should have known better.
The chipmunk assumed he had been kidnapped, normally he'd think by some crazy fan who would let him go after a short while. He had a feeling, however, that that was not the case. The fact that he was tied up and had duct tape over his mouth indicated that much.
The bespectacled chipmunk scanned the dark, damp room. Or what he could see of it, anyway. He could very faintly make out outlines of objects, but he couldn't quite tell what they were.
He heard footsteps approaching. They were loud, but they didn't sound angry. He was thankful for that much. The last thing he needed was an angry kidnapper. A stranger opened the door and light flooded into the small room, making his prisoner squint. The man flipped the light switch and looked at the small chipmunk, his eyes full of an emotion Simon couldn't quite pinpoint.
"Yer brothers are lucky." The strange man sad smugly. Simon raised an eyebrow at his captor. "They ain't as perfect as you are." He said, still not making much sense to the blue-clad chipmunk.
The kidnapper smiled sadistically as he drew uncomfortably close. "The one with the big 'A', too cocky. The lil' one, too fat." He laughed as Simon worked up the courage to sent a glare his way.
"But you.." He whispered as he pushed the chipmunk's glasses further back onto his face from where they had slid down his nose. "ye'r just right."
Simon's eyes grew wide as his mind registered what a threat this man was. He tried to inch away from the kidnapper, but that only caused the stool he sitting on to fall over. He landed with a muffled 'Ooof!' His glasses clattering to the floor beside him.
The strange man laughed at him again. "And these big ole' glasses," he said, picking up said objects, "they add to the package." With that he planted a kiss on the frames and placed them back onto the boy's face.
Simon shuddered. He knew whatever this guy was planning was going to be horrible, and he had to be ready.
He wasn't prepared, however, for what happened next. The man tore the tape away from his mouth, making the chipmunk yelp in pain.
He laughed again. "I like that noise." He smirked. "Well go on, say somethin'." Simon stayed silent. "Cat got yer tongue?" The man picked up the young boy and set him down on the small bed within the room. "Come on, I love that lil' voice a' yers."
The bespectacled boy's mouth twisted into a scowl. "Ye'r a brave one, ain't ya?" The man said. "I like that. Makes ya even cuter." He pinched Simon's cheek. The blue-clad chipmunk's eyes grew wider as he tried to scoot away from his captor.
"I've been watchin' ya, ya know." The stranger breathed in Simon's face, his breath reeking of alcohol. "I've been watchin' ya fer a long time."The chipmunk shivered, his eyes filling with fear. "Now talk!" He slapped Simon across the face.
It hurt. A lot. The small chipmunk whimpered. "Y-yes sir.." he stuttered, struggling to prevent his voice from cracking.
The man's smile was almost sincere as he looked down at his victim. "Much better. Ye'r even cuter when ya talk." Simon looked up at him, fear showing through in his features. "Ya know, I'm not usually into animals, but ye'r civilized. I'm prolly more of an animal than you are." His husky voice sent chill's down the bespectacled chipmunk's spine, as he got impossibly close to his face.
Then he kissed him, right on the lips. Simon's mind was racing as he realized what the emotion in his kidnapper's eyes had been: lust. The chipmunk frantically tried pushing away from his captor, the tears he had managed to hold up until this point pouring down his now bruised face. For once in his life, Simon Seville had absolutely no idea what to do. This was not a situation all of his hard work and genius intellect had prepared him for.
He was finally able to push away just as the perverted older man tried slipping his slimy, filthy tongue into the boy's mouth. As he pushed away he couldn't stop his fall, and landed back on the bed.
"Hm, not a smart move ya made there, kiddo." The kidnapper whispered. "Layin' there on the bed just makes it easier fer me."
"No.." Simon squeaked in a barely audible voice.
The oldest Seville brother flipped through the television channels, a bored expression welded onto his face.
"Alvin?" his youngest brother asked. "Have you seen Simon?"
"Nope." The red-clad chipmunk replied, not even looking in his direction.
"I'm really worried..it's way past dark." Theodore said, frightened for his brother's safety.
"He's probably at the library." Alvin said absentmindedly, his eyes still glued to the TV.
"The library's closed, Alvin.."
"I knew that." The red-capped boy chuckled.
"M-maybe we should call Dave.." The green-clad chipmunk said. Their father was still at work, and wouldn't be home for a few more hours.
"Don't be silly, Theodore. Simon's fine." Alvin insisted, although he himself had a nagging feeling this wasn't the case. "He probably went to visit Jeanette or something."
Theodore brightened up a bit. "Yeah, that's probably it."
You know what has always bugged me? Why the heck does Dave let the boys run around by themselves? They're like 8! Who does that? I'm 17 and scared to go places by myself. My mom hates leaving me home alone, she'd never let me go off by myself when I was little. Geez.
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