Slavery Chp.4

I've changed this author's note so many times, it's not even fun anymore. Please give me the strength to finish this! Warning; this chapter contains mentions of BDSM and if you don't know what that is then you should be safe. I think. (Should I raise the rating?) Also, it has some swearing close to the end.

Ouch.

My head throbbed with a gentle pulse that rippled my mind as if it were water. I might've been able to fall back asleep if that hadn't bothered me as much as it did. It was pounding the more I tried to ignore it, and believe me, I tried. I think I mumbled or did something in my sleep because soon I heard a voice attempt to penetrate the sleepy mist covering me.

"Master?" Master? Who is this? Kai? No, it can't be, he was locked up and I doubt dad would let him go so soon. Who else was in the house though? Oh yeah, that's right, Kai's sister Nya was still in my dad's room. He probably brought me back up here. Maybe. "Master, are you awake?"

Hmm, I better answer her soon before she pushes on and it gets annoying in trying to get me up. When my eyes fluttered open to the relatively dim room, it didn't take long to blink the sleep out of my eyes. I could barely keep my eyes open to look at the blurry shapes in the room, but her little red dress stood out vividly against the dark background of my father's room. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the pillow it was previously on. This was nice, soft, comfortable and harmless. "Where's my dad?" I mumble to Nya who busied herself with making sure that not a single speck of dust landed on the smooth wood surfaces. My throat felt scratchy and I could tell that my voice sounded different, I cleared my throat a few times before the girl answered with her meek voice.

"He, uh, left. He didn't say where he would be or when he would be back. But he did tell me to feed you when you woke up." She stood in front of the bed with her arms crossed at her front as she waited for me to get up or ask for the promised food. I continued to snuggle into the soft fluffy pillow below my head until thoughts drifted through my mind. It was really unwelcoming since they burnt like acid, I wanted to get them out and not think at all. But then again; they were all about Kai. Kai…

"And, w-what about Kai? Your brother?" My voice was softer and I slightly tensed. I heard her short but sharp intake of breath before I had to wait a few moments before she could answer me. I expected the worse, I expected Kai to be send to the police for punishment or maybe even worse; death. The more I thought about it and the longer I waited, the more hope I lost to my torturous thoughts.

"My brother is still in the room he was locked in." The room fell into a pleasant silence as I processed the information, so all hope wasn't lost yet. "But I'm worried about him. I fear that your father might come back and finish what he started." She pipped up behind me. "Okay Cole, get your lazy ass up from this bed and go help." I pushed myself up using my good hand. My injured hand didn't bother me at all this time, neither did the ache in my ribs but I didn't want to do anything drastic in case I risked interrupting the healing process. When I sat up a wave of dizziness flowed over me and I blinked a few times to steady myself, the blur of red walked over to my side and in her small tanned hands she held a bowl of wonderful smelling soup. The blurriness cleared from my vision and I could see the floating bits of vegetables on the surface as the steam raised and assaulted my nose with its tempting smell. The last time I'd eaten was probably a few hours ago so I wasn't as hungry as I'd like to have been, besides, the sick feeling that rested in the pit of my stomach warned of puke if I decided to eat this. The girl sitting next to me nudged the bowl closer to my hand, urging me to take it and eat. I looked up at her, getting a good look at the soft feminine features; the plump, red lips that were meant for smiling, the smooth skin that begged to be caressed and the short, straight hair that rested just under her chin, the ends curling slighting along the curves of her face. I drew my eyes back to the soup and then to her face.

"You need this more than I do." She lifted her head to face me, surprise written clearly across her features.

"But you're father gave instructions to give this to you." She argued back and gave a small smile.

"It's okay, you need it more than I do." She looked down at the bowl of soup now resting in her lap. "Eat up so that we can get your brother."

While Nye busied herself with eating as fast as possible, I had gotten up and wandered around the room. "Is the door locked?" She replied with a simple shack of her head as her mouth was flooded. And smiled at her child-like features, though I wondered how she and Kai were related since they looked nothing alike. My father's cupboard was locked, the shining piece of metal taunted me as I looked at it. Luckily I knew the password, after a few shifts of the round knob the lock easily slide down and I opened the door. But oh my god I wish I hadn't.

Where coats were meant to be hung, handcuffs replaced them, some as shinny as a polished coin, others thick, dark and heavy as the leather that made them. Along with the hanging cuffs were collars, they were studded, a few had detailed designs on them that would have made them beautiful if they weren't fucking collars. Oh god and then there were chains and harnesses and tape and whips and–

I threw the door shut, causing it to bang and Nya to let out a tiny yelp as she stood from sitting on the bed. My hands shook and my eyes were wide as I looked around for anything to distract me from the images of my dad that were currently flashing through my mind. I looked at the small table next to the bed… where he could have tied her to or kept the cuffs till he needed them. I shook my head, then I looked at the small mat that rested on the floor in front of the bed, I light earth brown… where he could have been standing and–

I took in a deep breath and paced the room, Nya gave me worried look as her eyes followed me up and down. Hundreds of memories surfaced of when I'd put on headphones to block out the sounds or when I'd beg to sleep over at a friend's house when he'd gotten a new slave, I clenched my fist and willed the images to stop. Then my eyes slowly looked over to where Nya was standing with her hands nervously shifting in front of her body.

"I slept on that bed."

My murmur was hardly heard in the deathly silence of the room, the air seemed to compress against my skin making goosebumps travel up my arms and sending sharp shards of ice down my back. I slept on that bed. Whatever was in my stomach pushed up with such a strong force that I was afraid to run to the bathroom in case I only made it come up faster. But I didn't care, when I dropped to my knees in front of the clean, white toilet I emptied myself of everything. I thought my organs would come up with the puke that was currently gushing out of my mouth, it burned and hurt and only intensified the images that surfaced in my mind, reminding me of why I'm throwing up.

Nye entered the room with a terrified face, watching me as sagged over the toilet, barely able to keep myself up. Once I ran out of liquid to empty myself of I slowly walked over to the sink with a wobble in my step and washed my mouth out. I looked up at Nya who had large brown saucer eyes, "You know, if I hadn't broken my hand last night I swear this would be the worst moment of my life." I tried cracking a smile at her and all she could respond with was an awkward smile of her own. I dried my mouth with a towel and walked back out to the room, telling myself that no more investigating of dad's private stuff was necessary.

I guided Nya down the passage and stairs, keeping a look out for my father in case there was a chance that he might be home and find us. Bright golden rays of sunshine peeked in through the windows and lit up the house, warming it from the inside and brightening the dark and gloomy walls. I almost felt safe under its gentle touch. The aged wooden door came into view and a rush of memories assaulted my mind once more; Kai being dragged into that dark place, my hand being smashed by its hardened strength and my father, confessing his hate for a mother I no longer had. After an attempt at calming myself down I looked around for the small flower pot that held the spare key to the cellar. I don't know why I didn't think of that last night instead of insulting my father and antagonising an already angry man. The small bronze item was quickly taken over to the black keyhole and pushed in before I turned it, but it didn't budge. "What?" I tried again and gripped the handle, turning it again only to get the same result. I let go of the key and just turned the handle to find that the door was already unlocked, Nya grew impatient beside me and peaked over my shoulder to get a look at the shadow covered room. The brightness from the passage seeped in and brought light to the stained floors and scratched walls.

"Kai?" Her voice held hope. Hope that I knew would soon be utterly destroyed. "Kai, where are you?" Nya forced her way passed me and walked into the door, frantically looking for her brother. I pushed the door further open and let the light flood the smaller area, everything looked in place. Except Kai wasn't there. "He's supposed to be in here." She whispered to herself and a shining gloss covered her eyes and threatened to spill onto her cheeks. I watched as the colour drained from her face and her nose turned red as she struggled to hold back tears, her dark eyes continued searching for her brother even through the blur. Her fingers shook as she fumbled her hands together as a form of distraction. She sniffed. Her heart broke and her mind worked hard to deny what was happening, I could see it, she was desperate. Her breathing was hardly even, intakes that were short and useless, she turned to every corner and studied every crack, begging to stumble upon her brother's body.

"Nya…" I called out to her from the doorway, watching as she walked the length of the room, then again, hoping that a shred of a clue would appear. "He's not here."

"Then where is he?" That was a question I was dying to know myself but neither of us knew the answer.

"I don't know." My eyes drifted down to the floor, where I remembered being dragged out with the image of Kai watching. I remembered the kiss he'd given when he tried to comfort me, rather awkwardly. And I remember the daydream of molten amber and the happiness that rushed through my veins just at the thought of being that close to him. I remember how he tried to stop my dad and how he failed and fell to the ground.

"I don't know."

*Pause for dramatic effect*

The soft, barely audible melody of a song reached my ears, it was my phone ringing. A frown came to my face and I was debating whether I should just let it ring. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone now, especially if it was my father calling to gloat. After a short while the ringing stopped and my head fell back down and I wallowed in my own self-pity as Nya continued searching and her sobs wracked her small body while tears streamed down her tanned face. There was a minute of partial silence before my phone started ringing again. I groaned as my frustration bubbled up, I turned around and ran upstairs to shut this person up.

When I got to my room I had to follow the sound as my phone played hide-and-seek with me, once I finally found it under my pillow I saw the picture of Jay. His ginger hair fell over his face and his dark blue irises were barely visible as he tried to pull a funny face. Sliding the green answer button across my screen, I lifted the phone to my ear.

"What?"

"Well hello to you too buddy."

"Jay, now's not a good time."

"Yeah, your dad said you were sick, and moody so you didn't feel like coming to school. Though I have no idea how moodiness gets you a free 'stay away from school' card, but you're dad's pretty cool so I guess it kinda makes–"

"Jay, shut up. Please." I rubbed my forehead which proved trickier since I was still very afraid of hurting my hand but I didn't want the headache Jay was currently creating.

"Defiantly got the moody part right," I heard him mumble from the other side and I scrunched my eyebrows together. I'm not that moody. "Anyway, I called to say thanks for the going away gift."

"Going away gift?"

"You know, the slave you got me. Brown hair, tall and he's got these amazing eyes! Seriously, they're awesome."

My eyes widened in recognition, "Jay, where are you now?"

"Umm, we're driving to the airport."

"Don't get on that plane okay, I'll be right there!"

"What? Why d–" I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence but ended the call and went to stuff my phone in my pocket only to notice that I was still in sleepwear.

"Shit…" I ran to my cupboard and yanked a jacket out, then I moved to my drawers where I pulled out the first jeans and t-shirt I could get my hands on. I quickly got dressed as best I could and slipped on my black sneakers that forever sat next to my bed. I made my way downstairs, tying my shoes and pulling my clothes right along the way. "Nya!" I called when I got downstairs and looked down the passageway leading to the cellar. "I think I just found your brother." I smiled and walked towards the door when I got no answer from her. "Nya?" my voice got quieter, so did my movements. The room was deathly quiet and I knew something was wrong but the only reason for the stillness would be my father. I made a sharp U-turn and ran to the front door, grabbing a key off the hook and unlocking the amber door with shaking fingers.

"Son…" He sang, he sounded far but close enough to make my body shiver with the same fear that had me fumbling my fingers. The key fell out of my hands just as the door clicked open and I pulled the handle down. Swinging the wooden thing open as fast as I could, I put my first foot out the door as the sweet morning air of summer washed over my face and the sounds of birds drifted to my ears. The calming smells of the new flowers in front of our house made my fear dissipate… until a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled be back so hard I stumbled to the floor.

"You've been a very bad boy." He wagged his finger at me, belittling me and treating me like I was five again. I found it hard to swallow as I eyed the door that was left ajar, letting the cool air blow inside and sooth my burning body. My breathing quickened as I looked at the arm that was suspiciously hidden behind his back. He towered over me, threatening me as he took small steps.

I didn't have time for this, I need to get to the airport. As he approached me with a menacing frown upon his face I kicked him in the knee, he paused and grabbed at his injured limb. I took this moment to get up and make another run to the door. I tripped down the two steps leading up to our door, I thought I'd be caught again as worry spilled from my pores and made my mind dizzy with fear but I made it to the street. I pulled my phone from my back pocket as I heard strained breathing and heavy footsteps so close it felt as though he could touch me. Every step on the hard tarmac caused my heart to beat a little faster, my breath to quicken, my palms to drip with sweat.

"Call Lloyd." I said in my hurry and took the risk of looking behind me to see my dad so close, a burst of adrenaline hit me so hard that my shoes scrapped against the tar because I didn't bother to lift them high enough before taking the next leap.

"Hey, Lloyd speaking."

"Lloyd!" I said with relief and a little breathless.

"Hi dude, how are you?"

"I need your help please." I tried to quicken my pace as I felt myself slowing down. How is this guy even keeping up?

"Sure, I guess. Whatcha need?"

"You know how to drive your dad's car right?"

"Oh, no. No. I got grounded for six months last time I tried that man, I can't go through eating dry toast and beans for dinner every night again. Plus I missed Jay's birthday party!"

"Lloyd, my dad is chasing me down the street. He broke my hand and beat me. I really need your help."

"…Fuck."

"Thanks man, I owe you one."

"Yeah, you're making me dinner for the next six months… You know, on second thought you can just buy me pizza every night or something."

Lloyd put the phone down just as I was tripped and fell painfully on the ground. I felt the rough surface scrap against my hand as I tried to lessen the pain on impact which didn't work so well because now both my hands hurt. Great. My dad fell too and we were both on the ground, me trying to get away from him and him trying to grab a hold of me. My ribs hurt, burnt really, my hands were on fire as they aided in my frantic and fear fuelled crawling. "Fuck off man!"

I kicked the old thing in the face and heard the disgusting yet satisfying crack of his nose as my old sneakers made contact. He pulled back and grabbed his nose as blood immediately started gushing out and dripping down his chin, covering his hand. I jumped up again but I was limping this time, the fall damaged my ribs more than I thought and my adrenaline was wearing out as the sharp sensation returned to my upper body.

A silver and black car swerved around the corner and came to a sudden stop next to me. The messy rag of blonde hair told me that Lloyd had succeeded in stealing his dad's car, the door unlocked with a soft click and I quickly opened the door as I saw my dad get up and make his way to me.

"Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon get your ass back home right now!"

"Good morning Mr Garmadon!" I shouted and did a quick wave before my backside hit the smooth plush of the leather seats.

"Oh god I am so dead when I get back." Lloyd looked into the rear view mirror and saw his father speed walking to the car. He slammed his foot on the gas, only swerve out of the way to avoid hitting my father. "Jesus Christ Cole, what the hell happened to your dad?" He asked and quickly looked my way before bringing his attention back to the road.

"It's a long story. Can you take me to the airport? I need to get to Jay before they leave." I looked down at my scrapped hand to see that the skin was just slightly peeling off, nothing major.

"Can't I just have a normal Friday just this once? Fuck."

The slight vibration in my pocket and the soft melody of a song emitted from my pants, I pulled my phone out only to cringe at Jay's face. I am never getting used to that.

"Hello?"

"Dude, where are you? My plane departs in fifteen minutes."

"I'll be right there, just wait for me okay?"

"You have ten minute then I'm leaving." Jay ended the call before I could answer, I guess he wanted to get me back for last time.

"Cole, what the fuck is going on?" Lloyd turned to face me as the red light shined in front of us, we weren't far from the airport so I guess it was okay for him to still obey the law.

I sighed and rubbed where my ribs were currently bugging me. "It's about a guy… that I met… he's also my slave…"

YES! FINALLY AFTER DAYS OF WRITING AND RE-WRITING .DONE! With the forth chapter anyway. Yes I hope you people enjoyed that, I certainly enjoyed writing it and I kinda just let I flow ya know? It felt good. And I got a lot in here too so that's a plus. Please excuse the excess amount of swearing, I just find it adds to the characters and I think it's funny. Lloyd's fun to write, really I enjoyed doing he's dialogue so much.

Please leave your thoughts and I'm pretty sure you can already guess how this story will come to an end… or can you? …

{Also I was informed by the very helpful zwepty033 that Trick or Treat was removed because the author (Trinity) had lost interest for the fandom.} But you know there are lots of amazing authors out there so I'm sure there will be another great Halloween fanfic