A/N: I haven't written in over 3 months and I'm sorry. I needed someone fresh and new. And also, I just started writing another chapter for Burnt Inside. I no longer have writers block. Enjoy this new story, though!
Summary: You don't simply go off and trust Logan Mitchell. But once you're under his spell, it's hard finding your way out of the trap.
Anxiety: distress or uneasiness of mind caused by fear of danger or misfortune.
"Get the fuck back here, Knight!" Logan yelled as Kendall tried to escape by running down the street.
Kendall just ran faster. He knew what he was getting himself into. Once Logan caught him, he would get beaten up more than new shoes did once you stepped in mud with them.
All he heard was Logan getting closer and closer to grabbing him. When he turned his head around, he saw Logan about six feet away from him, getting ready to jump.
A lone tear flew right out of Kendall's eye. He really shouldn't have run away.
The next thing he knew, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his chest as he went face first on the rock hard pavement. There was a heavy weight on his back. All he could feel was throbbing pain throughout his body.
Logan got off of Kendall's back and scooped him into his arms. "Let's get back home."
He had apparently fallen asleep when he was being carried back, because when he woke up, he was alone in a bedroom, shirtless, strapped onto the headboard.
Two thoughts shot straight through his mind at that point. One, he was in for some big trouble. And two, he was getting out of here anytime soon.
In the deep silence, he heard the noise of a whip hitting a wall. He knew that Logan had threatened to use a whip on him, he just never did. He said he was saving it for the perfect moment – the time he really did something that pissed him off too much. Guess what? Today was that day.
Two seconds later, the bedroom door flew open and the silence was broken.
"I told you that you shouldn't have tried to run away." he looked towards Logan who was just in boxers, close the door behind him.
He climbed on top of Kendall. "I guess we need to teach you a lesson now, don't we? Sit up."
Kendall did as he was told and faced the wall, because he knew he would want to hit his back. That was the ideal place.
"No, no, no. Turn towards me. We really need to teach you a lesson Knight."
He shivered when Logan spoke his last name. He said it so evilly, yet it was oddly compelling. But he only used it when he was really angry. He could tell he wasn't fooling around anymore. He faced Logan.
Logan stood up beside him and launched the whip against his chest, making Kendall let out a loud scream. Logan just chuckled and continued hitting him.
"If you want me to stop," Logan shouted over the intensely loud whipping, "do you promise you won't try to escape again?"
"I promise..." Kendall said faintly.
"I said," he hit Kendall's bloody chest with an even faster and harder thrust of his wrist.
"I PROMISE!" Kendall shouted, wincing in pain.
Logan slowly set down the whip and made his way out of the room with a slight chuckle emerging from his mouth.
He knew he could get Kendall to do anything he wanted. that boy was hopeless, he wouldn't be going anytime soon. He was just putty in Logan's hands. The longer he held him close, the easier it became to control his actions.
Besides, Logan always got what he wanted.