Where am I? That is the first question that coming into Kurt's head as soon as he is able to open his eyes and look around the room. His head is pounding slightly and his cheek feels a bit wet. As he tries to move his hand up to see what is the wet substance on his cheek, he can't. What happened to me? He wasn't sure. His sight was still blurry, and the darkness in the room wasn't helping to make it easier to see something. The room is completely dark, except for one stray of light that comes into the room through a tiny window that is almost on the ceiling. The light stops at his feet, drawing a line through the middle of the room. The room makes him shiver, even though the temperature is above 77 F. For a moment Kurt uses effort to try to tilt his head up and look across the room a bit more, but his head feels too heavy and his eyes keep closing.
"Hello?" he calls out, his voice slurring a little as he can't articulate his words. It would probably be useless, but there was this instinctual feeling that he should at least try to make contact with someone else. His head is still pounding as someone grabs his hair and makes him tilt his head up, feeling his mouth being forced open as he lets out a loud groan, a cloth being pushed into it and tied together behind his head. He feels some stickers on his body, that is completely undressed. "Let's begin," he hears the man say into his ear and he feels the breath of the man against his ear, knowing that he is smirking. Before he can realize what is happening, there went a shock through him – literally. He started to scream and yell as he fought against the binds that got him to be stuck in the chair.
Blaine was waiting for his date to show up. All dressed up into his most fashionable clothes, he walks over to his car and sits down in it, keeping the door open and relaxing a little. Of course Kurt wouldn't be there yet. Which idiot was coming to a date thirty minutes early? Oh wait, Blaine did. Blaine rolled his eyes as he realized that he should just relax and wait for his date to show up. But when the thirty minutes had passed, he did get kind of worried. Kurt was always on time, and if he wasn't he always texted or called.
Ten minutes after they should have met Blaine decides to pick up his phone and try to dial Blaine's number. Maybe his phone died. But no, it hadn't died. It rang for the total of 10 times before switching over to voicemail. Perhaps he had forgotten his phone? Blaine immediately shook that thought out of his mind. That wasn't possible. He had received a text from Kurt that he was on his way and he would be there soon. Blaine got impatient, but mostly – worried. Kurt wasn't someone to cancel a date. They had been dating for a couple of months now and he had never cancelled a date. He dialed his number again before giving up. He clearly wasn't coming. As he drove off in his SUV, he went home.
After about twenty minutes, his phone started ringing. He had just put his jacket away and grabbed a glass of diet coke. That should be Blaine. Even though it was an unknown number, he still hoped it would be Kurt. "Hello, Blaine," he hears the other man say on the other side of the line. He immediately lowered his voice slightly, walking over to the couch and sitting down. "Yes, father?" Blaine could already hear that this wasn't going to be good. His father always called when he had to get back to his place when there was another job for him. Another job he hated more than anything. "I need you back at the mansion in less than three hours. If you are late, then you know the consequences." And with that, he hung up. Mr. Anderson had always been like this. Strong, independent and also very careful with whatever he said on the phone. The mansion was a two hour drive, so Blaine got ready and grabbed clothes for a whole week and some other stuff before driving off.
When he gets there he takes his sunglasses out of his bag and puts them on. No way he was going to let his father see how he was feeling. His eyes always gave him away, and in this situation, that should not happen.
"Welcome, son," he is greeted by his father. Blaine quickly nods and shakes his hand calmly, coldly. They had never gotten along. Blaine always ended up with the little punishments at the end of the day instead of his brother Cooper. Cooper never had to do the dishes or walk the dog through the pouring rain, that was always Blaine's job. And when it didn't happen in the time he was give, he would go to bed and he would have to skip dinner the next day.
"Father.. What do I have to do now?" he asked quietly, his voice cold as ice. His father explained it to him and before he knew it he was in the dark room he had spent way too much time in growing up. He walked over to the boy sitting in the chair, his hands cuffed behind his back and his ankles cuffed together also. He saw the glistening of blood on the side of the boy's face, but there was nothing he could do. He hated it, but he knew his father was watching him. Without doubting, he pulled the boys hair and made him look up, stuffing the cloth into his mouth before tying it behind his back. As he did that he felt the tears sting behind his eyes. He knew what was going to happen, and he stiffly walked over to the control panel on the side, changing one switch and then pressing the button. The boy's high screams echoed through his head and he pressed his eyes to close tightly. This was only the beginning.