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Chapter 4
Blaine let out a whimper of fear as Sebastian walked in.
"Aw, the faggot is scared of me!" Sebastian cooed sadistically.
A single tear rolled out of Blaine's eye, and instantly the roar of Sebastian's voice was heard.
"DON'T YOU DARE CRY, FAGGOT! ONLY GIRLS CRY! MEN DON'T CRY! MEN DON'T FUCK WITH OTHER BOYS!"
Blaine cringed, scuttling away and curling up into a tight ball before beginning to tremble horridly. He needed Kurt. He couldn't take much more of this place. A harsh sob escaped his throat and he yelped when a boot connected with his ribs.
"I said don't cry you little faggot!" Sebasian snarled. "Now then. I, unlike Jeremiah, am not going to fuck you. I have other ways to play with you," he smirked as he pulled out candles, a lighter, and several matches. "I'm going to burn you. That's the way you take care of faggots."
Blaine let out little whimpers of fear, but quickly went silent when the boot hit him again.
"Stop crying! God you're pathetic!"
Blaine tried to keep quiet; he really did, but when the wax began to pour onto his skin, he let out a scream of pain.
"NO! NO PLEASE! KUUURT!"
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"Hey, you've reached Blaine Anderson. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Bye, have a great day. Oh, and if this is Kurt calling, then, I friggin' love you babe!"
"Hey, Blaine? Yeah, it's Kurt again. Um, this is the 120th time that I've called you in the past 12 hours, and I really need you to call me back, because you're scaring me, Blaine. S-so i-if y-you c-could m-maybe j-j-just c-call m-me b-back, I w-would r-r-really a-appreciate i-it. L-love y-you. C-call m-m-me," Kurt hung up as tears continued to roll down his cheeks. Where was Blaine?
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