So I've recently started to go back and re-read my stories and I have decided to rewrite most of them. So I am re-posting this story, the plot will be the same but it will be easier, and more fun to read. So if you decide to go back and read this story again and love it please let me know, thanks!
Don't Own Anything
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"Come on Sammy boy open them pretty eyes."
Sam awoke to a frightening voice speaking softly in his ear. He tried to pretend that he wasn't awake, whatever this thing was he didn't want to face it just yet. He discreetly worked his arms trying to test the bonds tying him to a chair.
It hurt to think and it hurt to breathe, even if he wanted to open his eyes, it seemed that the whole right side of his face was covered in some sticky dry substance, gluing his eye shut. Blood, well then that explained the headache and the fuzziness in his memory. He tried to wrack his brain for any information of how he had gotten to this place and all he could come up with was an alley and pain, never a good combination. He was brought out of his thoughts by the thing holding him captive. It was talking again, trying to coax him into consciousness
"Oh come on Samuel, how can we have any fun if you're sleeping?" But it seemed that patience wasn't a virtue this thing possessed. So a backhanded slap to the face was expected to jump start his brain into action, his head whipped to the side with the force of the blow and he couldn't stop himself from slumping forward, for a moment everything was canceled out. Sound went first then the sight that he had just regained. Before he could properly recover he felt harsh fingers digging into his chin forcing his head up.
Finally Sam opened his eyes to confront the thing holding him, when he looked up to see impossibly dark eyes and his thoughts were oh shit. The thing was still holding his chin digging it's long, dirty finger nails in, and now there was a lazy trail of blood making it's way down his neck from the things piercing fingernails.
"Well it's nice to see those eyes open Sammy boy, I was starting to think I had hit you too hard." Sam couldn't respond, its hand was clamped down too tight on his jaw.
"Well Sam you aren't here just to have fun, lets get down to business now shall we. You know Sammy, you're gonna help me out a lot here, I would never be able to get my hands on who your going to help me with. Its just so dandy!"
Oh god none of that sounded good. The way this thing was talking, like there's no way out for me or whoever I'm supposed to 'get my hands on'
The possessed man walked away and picked something up from a table across the room. It gave Sam a chance to look at his surroundings, it seemed like he was in a giant warehouse. It was dark and damp only one light high up in the ceiling surviving years of neglect, this place was probably a real hazard, it looked like the whole place could collapse at any moment. It walked back slowly, taunting him, with its hands behind its back so Sam couldn't see what it was holding.
"You see Sammy I need your help with something, and you will do what I need you to do."
"No" Sam said finally finding his voice, he wasn't going to let this thing do what it wanted to him, no way was he going to be used by a damn demon, not again.
"Oh Sam, son, you don't have a choice" It said in a ominous voice. It walked up to Sam purposefully, and quickly, before he could jerk away, wrapped its arms around his head locking him in place. Sam felt a small prick in his neck like a bug bite then he felt it pull out, it was a needle. He suddenly had a cold feeling overwhelm him, like ice running through his veins. He looked up into the things eyes in disbelieve. It had drugged him no torture, no possession what was this thing getting at. . .
"Wha. . ." But Sam couldn't get out anything more he suddenly couldn't move, it was as if he was no longer in control of his body. His pupils sight dulled and his muscles got heavy, and at that moment Sam knew he was no longer in control.
"That Sammy boy was Sodium Pentethal it's a compound that makes you do whatever I want, also used as a truth serum." Sam just sat there not able to move, to say anything, to yell, scream, to tell the thing that whatever it did to him he would never be controlled, but he couldn't, he was powerless.
The thing leaned down close and whispered in his ear.
"You are mine now Samuel."
And Sam couldn't even say or do anything prove the demon wrong, he really was helpless.
