Once Jay had caught up with Jeff, the two of them ran with all their might away from the hotel, their hearts breaking with each slap of their shoes against the pavement, as they got further and further away from their lovers.

They finally stopped about a mile away, ducking into an alley. They both had to work to catch their breath, more from the adrenaline and emotions running through them than from the actual exercise.

Jay recovered first, looking up at Jeff.

"Phil told you to go too?"

Jeff nodded sadly. His heart literally felt like it was being stabbed at the mere memory.

"Why would they do that?" Jay asked the inevitable question at last, his voice just above a whisper.

Silence filled the air as neither man could come up with an answer.


They stayed in that alley for another hour before they decided it was most likely safe to start walking back.

Once they arrived at the hotel, they noticed that the cops were gone, but like they feared, so were Adam and Phil.

Both men knew they couldn't stay anymore. Not just in the hotel or the town or the state. No. No place was safe anymore. They had to leave the country.

They packed up all of their stuff, including their lovers' belongings, tossing it all in the back of Jeff's car as they headed out. They both made some necessary phone calls along the way, giving instructions and explanations.

As they approached the border, Jeff had a nervous feeling in his gut.

What if they didn't let him through? What would he do then? They were bound to get him eventually.

The wave of relief once the man at customs let him through was indescribable.

He'd never been so happy to be in Canada in his life.


Morning came all too soon for both Phil and Adam.

They were woken up before the sun had even risen, the bars of their small cell being slammed open.

"Alright, get up!" a gruff voice shouted.

The man before them looked to be the epitome of "angry, violent, overcompensating heterosexual white man". The kind that enjoyed doling out pain. Thrived on it.

Before either prisoner could fully rise to their feet, he strode quickly over to Adam, lifting him to his feet roughly by the shoulders. As he dragged Adam away, another man, this one one of those that was physically smaller but had a look in their eye that was twice as sadistic, stomped in and grabbed Phil, dragging him off in the opposite direction.


Adam was strapped into a chair, sitting across from the intimidating man that had taken him out of his cell.

So far, the man had remained silent, pacing back and forth slowly, casting glances towards his prey every so often.

He finally spoke after several minutes, his voice deceivingly neutral.

"The doctor will be in soon."

This threw Adam for a loop.

'Doctor'?


Meanwhile, on the other side of the building, Phil was having his own little 'one-on-one'.

As opposed to Adam, who had remained silently brooding, his anger rising as every moment passed but keeping it all within the security of his mind, Phil was vocalizing every last thought in his head, snarling at the man across from him.

"Huh. So you're a feisty one. Guess we'll have to immediately start the alternative treatment with you."

The man's voice was consistently neutral, something that both annoyed and terrified Phil at the same time. Still, he didn't care what this asshole did to him.

He'd fight. He'd fight all the way.


After waiting several minutes, the mysterious "doctor" entered the room Adam was being held in.

He sat down casually as the "macho" cop took his leave.

"So, Adam, how are you doing today?"

Adam simultaneously wanted to both puke and punch the fucker in the face.

"I understand that you're a homosexual."

Adam said nothing.

"Is this the truth or not?"

Still nothing.

"Well, let me tell you what we're going to do, Adam. You are going to answer my questions and then we will take the appropriate measures to ensure your recovery.

Before he could think, Adam opened his mouth.

"Recovery?"

"Yes. From this disease. We will figure out what is going on deep within your subconscious to make you believe you are a homosexual, eliminate it, and then we will determine whether or not you are able to be released back into society."

Adam's eyes darkened. He had hit the point where he couldn't hold everything in any longer.

"You're fucking crazy. Let me tell you something." His voice had gotten low and dark. "I am gay. I suck cock. I get fucked in the ass...quite often, in fact, and I'm in love with a man that is gonna be with me for the rest of my life."

The man before him immediately cut him off, remembering one important detail.

"Oh yes, I forgot. You will also be giving us the information and location of the man you have been committing these acts with so we can bring him in for his treatment as well."

If looks could kill, that man would be a pale corpse on the floor.

"Never."

"Very well, then," the 'doctor' said, voice now stern. He walked over to the door, knocking on it swiftly, before it was opened, the burly man from earlier stepping through.

"Have fun," the 'doctor' told the large man, the door shutting behind him with a sense of finality.

Adam's eyes widened.

This could not be good.


Another 'doctor' walked into the room Phil was being kept in, the cop whispering something into his ear.

The 'doctor' nodded solemnly and walked right up to Phil.

"I take it you're refusing to renounce the homosexual acts you have participated in?"

Phil let a devious smirk come to his lips.

"Or all the ones to come."

The other man nodded.

"And you're also refusing to give us the information of the man you have been committing these heinous acts with?"

Phil's smirk vanished, replaced with a fierceness so intense it would be difficult to compare to anything.

"Over my dead body I will."

The man's nod was almost sad as he turned back to the cop, still in the room.

"Yes," he nodded. "The alternative method. I'll leave it to you. I know you can handle it."

As the 'doctor' exited the room, the thin cop grinned evilly, walking over to a set of cabinets at the far end of the room. He walked back over to Phil, placing his supplies on a nearby table.

At the sight of the various vials and syringes, Phil felt his stomach drop.

Oh no. Not this.

TBC


I really don't know how I feel about this chapter. It's definitely a little weird and I wasn't quite sure how it was going to progress when I started it, but this is what I ended up with, so I'd really appreciate your feedback. Thanks so much for reading! :)