This is my first attempt at writing something this dark. I hope you enjoy. Reviews are appreciated!
Kyoya's head was pounding mercilessly and his mouth tasted as if it had been stuffed with cotton balls. He strained to open his eyes, his entire body feeling heavy and his brain fuzzy. Kyoya couldn't think straight, and that scared him. He tried to sit up, but something was holding him back, and he groaned in slight pain as something rubbed his wrists viciously. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the world around him remained blurry. His mind is jumbled and he can't remember where he is, or how he got there, or what was going on at all. He realized he'd probably lost his glasses somewhere, explaining why he couldn't see.
Confusion seeped in as Kyoya dragged his head around to observe an unfamiliar room. It was small and the wooden walls were dingy, and the single light bulb that lights the room is dull, and the only objects in the room were several stacked crated and the old bed he suddenly realized he was lying on. He quickly attempted to sit up, but was stopped by a jarring pull on his wrists. He gasped softly and turned as best as he could to look above him.
Kyoya began to panic as he realized his wrists were attached to the bed's iron headboard by thick, heavy handcuffs. He tried to breathe slowly, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again and trying as hard as he could to get out of his handcuffs. He only succeeded in chaffing his already raw wrists and creating such a loud ruckus he was sure whoever had brought him here had heard him. He gritted his teeth and tried again, hissing slightly at the pain in his wrists.
"Hello, Ootori." The sudden voice snapped Kyoya out of his daze and his body stiffened. The voice was purring, and oddly familiar. Kyoya blinked again and his vision cleared. So, he had his glasses after all. A tall man stands beside him, looking down at him with a smug smile. Locks of dark yellow hair hang around his shoulders in greasy straggles. He was well built, his muscles pulling slightly against his white dress shirt, and wearing neatly pressed black dress pants. The stranger's well mannered attire made Kyoya realize his school uniform, shoes, and other accessories had all vanished except for his boxers and glasses, something that plagued his mind with sheer terror. The man looks his lean body up and down with hungry dark eyes, making the raven haired boy shiver.
"Hmm...you tried to get away, I see. How amusing," the man mused, grabbing Kyoya's wrists and observing them with a chuckle. Kyoya flinched and tried to pull away, but the handcuffs once again did their job and kept him from doing so. The man smirked and grabbed Kyoya's chin, raising an eyebrow as he stared down at him. Kyoya trembled under the man's gaze, but he clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes.
"Don't touch me," Kyoya said coldly, his face void of emotion, but his body radiating an aura of anger. The stranger whistled in mock admiration and slapped Kyoya, making his head snap to the side and his glasses threaten to fall off. Kyoya blinked, stunned for a moment by the unexpected attack and the painful sting, and eyed his captor with newfound caution. The man placed his hands on Kyoya's waist, making him shiver. The man licked his lips and huffed softly in appreciation, tracing Kyoya's skin just above the hem of Kyoya's boxers.
"Don't worry Ootori, I don't plan on hurting you. Not too badly, anyways. I need you to be at least a little alive for any of this to work," the man purred, licking the shell of Kyoya's ear seductively and smiling as Kyoya tried to wrench out of his grip. He tightened his grip on Kyoya's hips, hard enough to bruise, and bent down so his mouth was directly adjacent to Kyoya's quivering cheek. Kyoya kicked out desperately as the man started to kiss down his jawline, biting at his neck when he reached it. Kyoya yanked himself away and pressed himself up against the headboard, breathing heavily and feeling real fear for what seemed to be the first time.
"P-Please, tell me what you want! If it's money, a ransom, then-" The man cut Kyoya off with an eerie smile and another nibble at his ear. Kyoya swallowed and closed his eyes.
"Mmm...I'll get to that later...I want to have a little fun first."
Tamaki skips happily into Music Room 3, holding a stack of papers and Kyoya's laptop, which he'd found still running in the Host Club room the previous afternoon. He set it on Kyoya's usual desk of choice and waited patiently for the other hosts to arrive, knowing that either the twins or his best friends would be the first. It always worked out that way, which Tamaki found interesting, but he'd never bothered to think about it much.
"Morning, boss," chimed Hikaru as he walked in, his arm looped through that of his younger twin's. Tamaki got to his feet and smiled at the two brothers, holding up the papers in one hand as if they were some sort of trophy worthy of praise. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged a knowing glance before looking back at Tamaki with bored expressions.
"I've finally done it! I wrote down a plan instead of just making one on the spot! Ooh, don't you think Mommy will be proud?" Tamaki said gleefully, his eyes sparkling as he used his affectionate nickname for his closest comrade and second in command. Kaoru managed to hold back a snicker but Hikaru wasn't so successful, cracking up slightly. Tamaki's face turned bright red as the twins burst into laughter in front of him, not noticing as the rest of the hosts filed into the room. All but one.
"Hey, where's Kyo-chan?" Hunny piped up from his place atop Mori's shoulders. Mori gave a slight grunt and a shrug in reply, catching Tamaki's attention. "What do you mean, where's Kyoya? Isn't he here? He's usually one of the first of you all to arrive!" Tamaki exclaimed with a slight shriek, overreacting as he usually did. Haruhi rolled her eyes, pulling slightly at the collar of her uniform.
"Don't get so worked up Tamaki-senpai. If he's not here, he's probably late or sick. Nobody's perfect, you know, not even Kyoya-senpai," she said pointedly, and Tamaki gasped, holding a hand to his heart and collapsing on one of the couches as if he'd been shot. How dare Haruhi say such a thing! Kyoya was the very definition of a perfect person! Tamaki's offense faded and he frowned deeply, sitting up and putting his chin in his hands. Should he call Kyoya? Or maybe his father? Tamaki shook his head and shuddered at the thought of having a conversation with Kyoya's father.
"I'll just call him then...to see if he's alright," Tamaki said. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Kyoya's number, holding the phone to his ear. He shifted uneasily as the others all stared at him expectantly and the phone rang in his ear. It went to voicemail and Tamaki sighed, snapping the phone shut. This was...strange, to say the least. Kyoya always answered his phone, even if he was getting woken up early in the morning or was in a horrible mood.
"No answer..." Tamaki murmured to himself, tapping his chin thoughtfully. He'd visit Kyoya's house, he decided, and would see exactly what was the matter. He just hoped that his friend was alright...
Kyoya had to get out of here. His wrists were raw and bleeding from how he had been viciously yanking at them, but he didn't care. He'd break his wrist if it meant he would be able to get away. Kyoya had noted as the man left that he didn't lock the door behind him and he almost smiled at the man's stupidity. He doubted Kyoya could get out of the cuffs. Kyoya had little faith in his own abilities, but he was determined to be freed.
The man hadn't done much to Kyoya, just "teased and played with him", as he put it, which had been one of the worst things Kyoya had ever endured, not to mention embarrassing. If anything, the experience hadn't really scared him, just irritated him. But from how his captor had been talking and whispering to Kyoya, he was going to be feeling a lot worse than just some irritation.
As the pain in Kyoya's wrists slowly becomes unbearable he takes a fraction of a moment to rest, his breath coming out in shaky pants as he lies limply on the bed and closes his eyes. There was a boarded up window, the unlocked door, some crates, and the rickety bed Kyoya was in. Surely, there was something he could use in hear to get away. He tried to regain control of his breathing and think straight, but Kyoya's body continued to shake and his eyes were beginning to burn.
Kyoya felt the small bit of hope he'd had left begin to crumble away until it was nothing, and he found himself choking back sobs. This was it, wasn't it? This was where he was going to spend the rest of his days. He'd never see his family again. His father, his brothers, and his sister were as good as strangers to Kyoya now. He would never hear the name Ootori from the lips of anyone but his captor. And the host club... Kyoya would never see Mori, Hunny, Kaoru, Hikaru, Tamaki, Haruhi...
Kyoya swallowed back the sob in his throat and went back to trying to get free.
