"Ten bucks says he cries when he wakes up."
"Shut up asshole," Stan says.
"But really guys, he's waking up. Any last bets?"
"E-eric, you suck. Why w-were you invited? Go home." Jimmy said.
Craig groaned as he felt something cold rest on his forehead. He opened his eyes to what felt like millions of cameras being pressed into his face. He was back in Token's basement.
Kyle, the unofficial medic of the group, was holding a bag of frozen peas to Craig's forehead. The ginger shooed off some of the people hovering over Craig and pressed his thumb on Craig's wrist and waited a minute before muttering some numbers and sighing.
"Normal pulse.. he should be okay now."
He had a knack for medicine, but Craig could never understand when and why this occurred. Maybe it was to piss off his father; an attorney who had hoped to pass off his career off his son. It could be due to the fact that he was always sober because of his diabetes paranoia. Even Scott Malkinson who had been dealing with the disease for years told Kyle to "chill the fuck out and take a shot". A more likely scenario was to use as a baseline for his argument that he, Kyle Brofloski, was the smartest person in South Park. Either way, it was useful, so the raven haired boy didn't complain.
"Well, what the fuck are we going to do?" Stan said.
"We should let him be," Cartman snickered, "he'll probably just be sold to some whorehouse and he'll take dicks up his ass for the rest of his life. The fag won't complain. He'll get some real sex before dying of AIDS or some shit."
Craig was up now. He shoved Kyle to the side and was taking a fighting stance. He growled at the fat boy and his face grew red. This only egged Eric on.
"Aw, is the fag upset? Am I really breaking Craig- the emotional rock? Maybe it's just Tweek, that freak show. That shit's not natural. Little fucker. If he and you were the last people on Earth you'd be doing anal instead of repopulating. That shit's not natural!"
"Uh.. Eric?" Butters started, " Sorry to interrupt ya but, well gee, that doesn't even make sense. They couldn't repopulate because-"
"Fuck you! You're no better off! I saw your texts to your little fag friend from that camp!"
"E-eric… he's just my friend…"
"Friend who you sent dick pics to? Jesus, you guys are being taken over by fags! What's next? Stan fucking Kyle's brains out on my bed? Anyways, Tweeky-dink! Jesus, what's he good for anyways? Maybe he'll make good tinder for the fire in hell. When you and Tweek end up there you'll be able to fuck him all you want!"
Craig hated it when Cartman talked about the… activities between him and his boyfriend. The blonde was terrified of doing anything of the sort, so they never did. The farthest the two ever got was kissing, which was okay. Did Craig want to go farther? Sure. But he didn't want to scare his boyfriend off. He thought he already did (maybe he shouldn't have sent him those lovely images after he took a shower) until finding that folder on Tweek's laptop containing some links to pornhub and a list of things he wanted to do… His shower pictures were also there... Craig had to wash a bunch of socks that week.
Craig hadn't realized tears were running down his cheeks until Cartman pointed them out. That's when he lost it. He lunged at Eric, punching and kicking him while screaming. Stan and Clyde, the strongest of the group, failed to pull him away more than once. Butters reluctantly cheered him on.
After about five minutes, Clyde and Stan were able to yank Craig off of Eric. He was still crying. Blood trickled down Cartman's face.
"I'm going home. Fuck you faggots."
After Cartman limped upstairs, Craig's captors dropped him onto the floor.
"Christ," Clyde huffed, "I've never seen you like that."
Craig attempted to stable his breathing but failed. Shaky breaths escaped him every few seconds, and all he could do was wipe his eyes every few seconds and hope no one would notice that he couldn't stop crying.
Clyde pulled him aside while he got the rest of the guys there to start up a game of Cards Against Humanity.
"Are you okay man?" Clyde asked.
"Fucking f-fabulous" he spat.
"I mean really. You haven't talked about Stripe or anything. And you're crying."
"Yeah, your point?"
"You NEVER get this upset. Like, I cry all the time, but you? I haven't seen you cry since… since… I've never seen you cry before this whole ordeal."
Craig laughed at that. He was proud to say he built a reputation for being a rock. He's been a shoulder to cry on for most of his friends and tried to show little to no emotion when everything in his life went wrong. The last time he even remembered crying was his coming out process in fourth grade. He was so lost in his own head during that time, and his father being unsupportive didn't exactly help. He hadn't realized he'd developed a type (blonde boys who really just needed a hug) and when everything came crashing down he lost it.
Now wasn't too different.
"He's such a dick. Tweek isn't like that. Being gay isn't like that. Hell, Tweek's horrified of doing ANYTHING with sex. If he's being sold as a sex slave…. fuck… "
"You'll get there. Bebe had an issue somewhat like that… She was horrified of getting pregnant. Then once I got into her pants once she-"
"Okay, not looking for sex advice. Thanks though. I guess I'm just upset about him being gone and not knowing about… well… what he did when he got too sad. He used to wake me up at 3am when he had panic attacks. He eventually stopped and I thought he was getting better. I guess not huh?"
"Jesus. Crying, having sex issues, and talking about his feelings. Who are you and where is Craig?"
They laughed at that. Clyde handed his friend a small box.
"You'll be needing these when we find him," Clyde said. He winked at his friend, who stopped crying and was now a dark shade of crimson.
Then his phone buzzed.
"What's the point in waiting?" Tweek asked, tracing the scars on his wrist with his right index finger.
The blonde had lost track of time. At first he had used the lines of red on his wrists, but after a couple days lines began to overlap. When he looked in the mirror he could only groan. His hair was knotted and messy. The tint of light in his olive eyes had dimmed. He was still thin and lanky, in fact he had lost a few pounds already. The boy was happy with that. He hated his body. He felt that a bit of fat loss wouldn't kill him.
"They're not going to pay that kind of money for me. Why don't you just kill me?"
A silence fell between the two. The man scratched his nose and untied the ruby red bow tie that was wrapped around his neck. He was wearing a three piece suit which amused the blonde. He had never seen a man so gigantic put on a two inch big bow-tie, or anything that fancy. Why was he doing it? Apparently "just because I'm working doesn't mean I should miss out on the bar and the pretty girl down the street". He reeked of champagne and sweat. Tweek could only imagine why.
The man broke the silence. "I'm not planning on killing you. There's a good sex slave trade in New York City."
Tweek gulped.
"Slave?"
Before, he hadn't cared if someone would came to his rescue. Hell, he prayed no one would. He thought that this would be his end. He wouldn't have to explain the scars on his wrists. His parents could have never confronted him about his stories- 'Women Without Sin' would have been the worst to explain. Forbidden love did include a lot of unsafe sex. Whether it be an issue of origin, race, gender, family, or status, people would always be down to fuck.
Instead, he now would have to face his worst nightmare if there was no knight in shining armor to save him.
"People are begging for a kid like you. I've got an offer for 100,000 dollars. Do you know what I can buy for that kind of cash? I figured, being the nice guy I am, I'd let your parents have a shot of getting you back. Also the guy interested in you kind of creeps me the fuck out."
"W-what? I can't do that…"
"You have a hole in your ass."
"I've never had sex before… I can't just do that… I… I.. I have a boyfriend- FUCK!" Tweek remembered the whole lecture his captor gave. Now he knew he was booking a flight to New York.
"You're gay?"
"Uh…"
"I might as well get my plane ticket now!" He laughed.
"Maybe if I grab your little boyfriend of yours, I'll make some more money! That creep will love two kids rather than one."
"P-please! Don't!" Tweek got down onto his knees and begged. His captor knew he was too weak and horrified to run away, so he was free to remain untied unless he did something stupid.
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't."
He punched Tweek in the balls as hard as he could. The boy screamed.
"What's his name?"
"A-as if I'd- AGH- tell you!" He put his hands in front of him to try prevent any other blows.
The man pulled back and reached into his own pocket.
"Lucky for me, I have something that could help." He whipped out Tweek's phone. The blonde's blood ran cold.
"Let's go through this together, shall we?"
"P-please don't d-do this-"
Tweek knew that it wouldn't take the man long to find something embarrassing. He gave away his phone passcode, 0125 (Craig's Birthday) in fear of another hit. He'd probably find his stories, his anxiety journals, and maybe worst of all-
"Aw look here, you have some jack-off material in your photos."
That. He had to find that of all the things to find.
Tweek turned pink. No one knew of his habits. No one, not even his boyfriend, new what exactly he wanted to do with someone. Now some stranger was scrolling through his stash. What could only be worse was if Craig found it. Craig would dump him in a second! Tweek was such a freak! The boy could barely look at himself in the mirror. He was horrified Craig wouldn't want to touch him if he saw him without a shirt on, more or less his pants. He saw himself as nothing but an ugly waste of life. Why waste Craig's time so he could feel good for maybe a minute?
"Please stop." Tweek was still unable to get up from the punch.
"I'm far from done, kid. Let's go through your contacts shall we… Mom… Dad… I assume 'Chullo hat slut' is someone special considering those images I found with-"
"Please… leave my Craig alone- FUCK!"
"Craig, you say? Maybe I'll pay this Craig a little visit."
"Please! Please leave him alone!"
Tweek jumped onto his captor and clawed at him. He bit and scratched until his victim got over the shock. He swung at the blonde and missed. His attempt was returned with a deep cut that left bright red blood running down his tan cheek. After that, he was able to grab at the boy's throat.
"Don't fucking try that shit on me, kid."
Tweek writhed and thrashed until he couldn't. He felt his body grow numb and the world around him start to fade.
The hand grabbing his throat released him to start typing. He was texting someone… He was texting Craig.
"What are you doing?"
"Sending your little boyfriend a message- but first.."
He lunged at Tweek, grabbing the boy's wrists and ankles and putting them into two puke green plastic ties.
"After that shit I'm not letting you get up again." Tweek groaned. Not moving for a few days would be annoying. He'd probably die here; which seemed okay to him. It was going to happen someday, why not here?
"You're not getting your hands on your favorite little knife either." That's when shivers ran down his spine. He tried to yell out in protest but received a slap in the face instead. He felt a warm liquid fall from his nose.
He watched his captor write out a text.
T: Chullo slut, want your boyfriend back?
He watched him select a not so innocent picture of Craig and send it. Then he saw the typing bubble.
"J-jesus…"
C:Tweek? Is that you?
His captor shined the flash right into the blonde's eyes.
T: No… I've got your little freak though. He has some LOVELY images of you on his phone.
C: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
T: Doesn't matter. You have 72 hours for someone to get me $50,000 or else you can say goodbye do your horny sadistic little friend.
C: WTF?
His captor pulled out his own phone and texted Tweek a video to be sent off.
"W-what are you texting him now?"
"You'll see…."
When the audio played Tweek nearly shit his pants.
Hey everyone! Thank you all for all the follows and awesome comments on my story! Everyone is so nice! AGGHHHH... Anyways, my updating process isn't exactly a pattern. Whenever I feel like a chapter is good enough to post, I submit it- and that can result to 0-2 chapters a week depending on time and my handling of school. Thank you all for everything so far and I really hope you enjoy the story! Chapter 5 should be coming out fairly soon. I think this is going to be roughly 8 chapters long. After I'm done with this, I'm thinking of doing another South Park story (The next centering Butters or Craig discovering his gay) and/or possibly a story about Voltron (my girl Pidge deserves more love and hunk/Lance angst is always interesting), something of my own creation, or possibly something else too! If you enjoy my writing style and have any prompt ideas feel free to send them in! Also I have a list of South Park headcannons I might just list at the bottom of the next chapter.
See you guys soon
-Trash
