Kurt awoke to a bang of the trapdoor from the stage. He stayed very quiet and kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. He felt the bag being untied. He could hear Azimio whispering to Rick.
"He's asleep," Azimio whispered. "There's no point in giving him any food now."
"Yeah, a real shame. A real, real shame. I mean it's four in the morning and we need to be in school in how many hours?" Rick asked.
"We'll just visit him again tonight. See if he's awake then, the fag." Azimio tied the bag back up tightly. He and Rick left the room with the light off. They would play with Kurt later.
Finn didn't go to school that day, and his parents didn't expect him to. They knew he was felling awful and horrible about Kurt's disappearance. Finn just stayed in his bed, the covers over his head. He blinked tears, refusing to get out of bed. He throat tightened, and he was now full on sobbing just thinking about Kurt. He knew Blaine was staying home because apparently Blaine was feeling sick, obviously thinking about his missing boyfriend. Finn got up, feeling nauseated, and he ran into the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet, hard. He shook his head, fearing that they would find his stepbrother dead. He couldn't go to school knowing that was where Kurt went missing. He got up from the bathroom floor and walked downstairs, making himself a sandwich, however, when he sat down, he couldn't bring himself to eat. So he just turned on the news. They were talking about Kurt again.
The missing boy has been gone since Friday. Police are filing a missing person's report looking for the teenager. However, the family has asked for permission and privacy to grieve during this devastating time, so we are not going to interview them just yet.
Finn angrily got up and screamed, punching the wall as he broke down and began to sob. Why did they care? Why? Why were they suddenly giving sympathy, as if they knew Kurt?
Kurt was woken up by the bang on the trap door, and his eyes snapped open. His eyes heated up with tears as the bag got untied. He was then grabbed by the shoulders and forced out, thrown hard against the wall. Rick, Azimio and Karofsky went over and proceeded to beat him, whipping him in the stomach with the belt. Kurt screamed and screamed, sobs building up in his chest, which was burning from his broken ribs. He began to go into a coughing fit when he felt Rick kick him in the ribs. Azimio bent down, bearing bread and water. Kurt shied away, his cheeks burning.
"You can eat now, just don't talk," he whispered. He ripped the tape violently off of the boy's lips and shoved the bread into his mouth. Kurt chewed as he sobbed, and he was allowed two sips of water before the gag came in between his lips again. He shook his head desperately. He felt Rick forcing him up to his feet an he proceeded to be punched hard in the stomach. He felt himself getting weaker. He was pretty sure that this was the third day. He was starting to lose track because there were no windows, no way to tell if it was day or night. He felt himself getting turned over onto his bruised stomach, and he was being spanked by Azimio.
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Kurt continued to scream, struggling against the ropes binding him. The cords were so tight that he couldn't feel his legs or his arms. Suddenly, he heard the flick of the lighter, and he felt the cigarette press against his rear end, burning his bared skin. He shook his head tearfully as he felt the cigarette continued to be pressed into his bared skin. When he felt the blade of the knife press into his butt, he screamed even louder, his throat on fire. Karofsky ran the blade over his butt cheeks, and he felt blood slithering down. He could hear those bastards laughing at his pain, at his fear, at his desperation to get out. He then felt himself being lifted and thrown back into the sack and it being tied again. He started screaming louder, pleading, struggling, trying to push his head out of the sack.
"God would he ever shut the fuck up?" Azimio said.
"I wish he knew how to shut up, really. I mean come on, he's been screaming like this since we got here. Karofsky what do you think we should do?" Rick asked.
"I know what." Karofsky got up and went into his bag, pulling out the medication. Ketamine. He managed to get this powder cheap off of the black market. He put it into a paper cup and poured the water inside. "Take him out of there. And take the gag out," he demanded to his friends.
Azimio and Rick nodded, untying the bag and pulling the struggling teen out. Kurt continued trying to kick and scream, his eyes wide. The minute the gag came out, Kurt's screams pierced through the room, echoing.
"L-L-L-LET M-M-M-ME GO!" he sobbed loudly.
Azimio held his head still. Karofsky tipped the cup of water into the screaming teen's mouth. Kurt swallowed and continued screaming. Soon enough his eyesight became slightly blurry and his hearing was becoming weak.
"Whazhappenitome?" he slurred. Soon enough, his entire body felt very numb, like he couldn't feel anything. The bullies let him go and his vision swam, his hearing beginning to get lost. And then, all of a sudden, he felt his limbs jolting, his head jerking, and he began to vomit, even though there was barely any food in his stomach. His breathing was becoming very irregular. The bullies placed the gag back into his mouth and tied him up in the sack, relieved to no longer hear the faggot screaming, for the time being.
