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This chapter contains a rape scene. Don't read if you think you can't handle it.

Chapter 11

Adam was waking up slowly. He didn't remembered where he was, but it felt good; it was warm, soft and it smelt good, like flowers. He moved a little; he noticed he was lying in a really comfortable bed. He tried to move his hands; he heard a faint metal noise coming from above his head. He tried to pull his hands toward him, but they were stopped at mid-distance when he felt cold grip tighten around his wrists. He opened his eyes. He really didn't know where he was exactly. He was in a big room full with chic and expensive objects. He was laying in a king size bed, with red sheets and big fluffy pillows and cushions. He looked above his head; his hands were handcuffed and chained to the metal headboard. He tried to sit up but as soon as he lifted his head and torso, he felt dizzy. His head was spinning a little and the pain in his lower belly, the burning inside, came back. So he preferred to lie back down. He heard sounds coming from a half opened door at his left side.

"Hey Adam, I'm glad to see you awake," a man said, coming inside the room and smiling at the singer. "I have something for you. Because of the drugs that he gave you and what he did to you, Victor told me you may be in pain at your wakening, so there're some pain killers," he added, sitting beside Adam on the bed and handing him two white pills.

Adam looked at him in shock. "Who's that guy? Where am I?" he thought, moving away when the man sat on the bed.

"It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you," the man assured with a calm tone. "You should take the pills."

The singer nodded, hesitant and tried to reach the pills, but he couldn't; he had forgotten he was chained to the bed.

"Oh, I'm sorry...There, let me help you," the man proposed, sliding the pills in the singer's mouth and pouring some water in it to help him swallow them. "Oh...my name is Paul by the way..." he added, smiling.

Adam looked at the man. He was older than him, maybe 40 years old. He was about his height but bigger. He had short brown hair, military style, and green eyes. He was wearing a dark green polo with blue jeans. He seemed to be really happy; he had been smiling since he entered the room.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but where am I? And why am I here?" Adam asked with caution, not knowing if he was allowed to speak.

"Adam, first of all, forget the 'Sir' with me, just call me Paul," he began. "I'm the one who asked Victor and his team to kidnap you...I'm sorry about that, it was the only way to bring you here...You know, it cost me five million dollars to make that happened," he added, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Victor told me I should make my claim on you and make you mine as soon as possible to be sure you understand and you feel that I own you, but I think you need to rest and get some strength first," he assumed, standing up and walking toward the door. "If you need anything, just ask me. Get some sleep now, when you'll wake up, I'll bring you a breakfast and we'll talk more," he said, getting out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Adam wondered who that guy was and why he wanted him to be here. He was acting like it was totally normal to talk to him while he was chained to the bed. He didn't like the way he was talking about claiming him and make him his. He was afraid about the meaning of it and what Paul was going to do to him. But even if he seemed really weird and was scaring him, he was right; Adam was hungry and tired. He knew that it would be so easy to sleep in that bed; it was so warm and comfortable compared with his room in Victor's place. So he closed his eyes, and thinking about a nice breakfast, he fell asleep after a few minutes.

"Do you think he's still in the country?" Tommy asked, folding his several t-shirts.

"I don't know...I hope so..." Isaac answered, closing one of his bags.

They were in their hotel room and were packing their belongings. Miller had called not long after breakfast to tell them there was no reason to stay at the hotel anymore. Adam could be anywhere in the US or somewhere in another country, so they didn't need to stay close to the place they thought the singer was in the first place. Even the FBI crew had left earlier for their own office.

Tommy was glad to go back home but being all together here was helping them to get through this, supporting and helping each other. But now, it was going to be different. He was hoping that Monte, Isaac or Sutan wouldn't mind to spend some time with him; he didn't want to be alone. Usually, when he was feeling lonely, he was calling or texting Adam to talk or to do something with him. Thinking about going back to LA without his best friend was really painful; it felt like he was giving up on him, like he wouldn't see him again.

"Oh, fuck..." Tommy cried, throwing his folded shirts on the floor and letting himself fall on his knees beside his clothes.

"Tommy? Are you ok?" Isaac asked, worried. He walked closer to the blond man and kneeled in front of him.

"I can't stop thinking about him," the bassist began, sniffing. "I feel like we are abandoning him, and I don't want that," he added, wiping away his tears with his hands.

"We're not abandoning him; there's no use for us to stay here anymore..." the drummer said, stroking Tommy's back slowly. "I'm sure they are going to find him soon and he'll be back in LA in a few days."

"Gosh, I just hope you're right...I miss him so much..." Tommy murmured, sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed.

"I'm sure I am...and he's going to be ok," Isaac said, sitting next to Tommy and wrapping his arms around him. "Come here."

The blond man let himself leaned in Isaac's arms and closed his eyes, sobbing.

Adam was awake, but he didn't want to open his eyes yet. He noticed that the room smelled like pancakes and maple syrup, making his stomach growl. He was really hungry; he hadn't had a real good meal for days now. He decided to finally open his eyes. Paul was sitting on a couch near the window, reading a book. Adam tried to look outside, he hadn't seen the sun since a few days ago, but the curtains were closed. He glanced around the room and noticed the tray on a table. So he didn't dream about it. There were real pancakes, and they looked delicious. He was so occupied by the sight of the pancakes that he didn't noticed Paul looking at him.

"Hey, good morning, Adam," Paul said, standing up and getting closer to the bed. "How do you feel?"

"Better...thank you..." Adam was so confused; he didn't how to act with that man. He was scared to do something wrong and to be punish for it. "I'm sorry...but I'm really hungry," he added, blushing, when his stomach growled louder.

"Oh, don't be sorry," the older man said, smiling and reaching for the tray. "I'm glad you're hungry, because I cooked a breakfast for you."

Adam smiled shyly and tried to sit up. But it was not easy to do with the handcuffs and the chain. Paul was looking at him, studying.

"Look, I will unchain one of your hands, but you have to promise me that I won't regret it, ok?" he said, putting the tray back and waiting for Adam's answer and reaction. When the singer nodded, Paul took a key from his pants and bending above Adam, unlocked the handcuffs, freeing the young man's right hand and locking it back on the left hand. "I think it's going to be easier like that," he added, smiling and sitting next to Adam. He put down the tray on the sheet over the singer's thighs after Adam sat up.

Adam took the fork and started to eat; it was really delicious. There was also a cup of warm tea with honey; his favourite. Paul was silent; he was looking at him, smiling.

"I think we need to talk," the older man began after a few minutes. "You need to know why you're here, and what I want from you," he added, looking at the singer to see if he had his attention. "First of all, I'm a big fan of yours since I saw you on American Idol. I always want to meet you, to talk to you. But, I never had a chance. I saw you five times in concert during your first tour; it was amazing; you were amazing."

Adam was listening to the man while eating his breakfast. He couldn't believe that this guy was one of his fans and was also the one who wanted him to be kidnapped.

"It shouldn't have been easy for you in the beginning, especially because of your sexual orientation. I know what it is, because I'm gay, too. When I was 20 years old, I decided to tell my father that I was gay. He was so upset. He told me I was bringing shame and dishonour on the family. Our family was really rich and conservative; his only son being gay was inacceptable. So a few days after I told my father, he came back to me. He told me that it was okay to want to kill myself for being so disgusting. He said that he would even help me commit suicide. For him, it was the only way to save his reputation. He explained the different possibilities; the gun, the hanging, the drowning...He told me to think about it. After a few days, I was wondering why he should be allowed to live if I was not. So I decided to kill him. I forced him to leave me everything on his testament, and I poisoned him. So now, he's gone, and I'm the rich one!" Paul finished, a big smile appearing on his face. During his story, he had not been smiling. But when he said that he had killed his father, it seemed like it was really a release and a big pride for him.

Adam was in shock. At first, he had some kind of sympathy for the man; he knew it was not easy to do a coming out. But after he told him he had killed his own father, even if his father was a monster, he was disgusted and scared for himself. If he was able to kill one person so close to him, he was surely able to kill him, too.

"Look, you don't have to be afraid of me, Adam," Paul began, like he had read the singer's mind. "I didn't bring you here to hurt you. I only will if I have to, but I won't get pleasure from doing it," he added, taking the tray back and putting it on the nightstand. "I become very angry and upset when I don't get what I want, but usually, I'm a gentle person...you'll see for yourself," he said again, smiling.

"I'm sorry Sir...sorry...Paul..." Adam said, lowering his head, not knowing if he had the right to speak. "I don't know what I can do and what I can not...I don't even know if I'm allowed to speak without your permission...With Victor, I wasn't, and I had been punished for doing so...I don't know what you want from me or why I'm here..."

Adam was blushing and was still scared. He didn't know if he had made a mistake and if Paul would beat him up. He kept his head down, waiting for the other man's reaction.

"You can speak to me every time you want to. If I don't want to hear you, I will tell you," Paul explained, patting Adam leg through the sheets. "What I want from you it's simple; I want you as a mate. I want you all for myself, and I don't want to share you with anyone," he added, reaching for Adam's right hand and cuffed it back quickly. The younger man was looking at him worried. "And now, I'm going to make you mine, to show you that I want to own you," he said again, beginning to undress.

As soon as Paul started to take off his polo, Adam understood what he meant by making him his, and he began to panic. After what happened with Victor a few hours ago, he didn't want to be touched again.

"Please Paul, don't...please..." the singer begged, trying to stay as far as possible from the other man but failing because of the handcuffs and the chain.

"Shhhhhhh Adam," Paul said, finishing undressing himself. "Everything is going to be ok; I'll be very gentle, I promise," he added, removing the sheets from Adam's naked body and taking a tube of lube from the nightstand.

The singer started to shake uncontrollably. He struggled to free himself and tried to kick the other man. Staying away of Adam's legs, Paul grabbed the young man's hips and pulled him down easily on his back. He climbed on the bed and straddled Adam's knees.

"I told you, Adam, I don't want to hurt you, so I'm gonna need your cooperation here," Paul said, pouring some lube on his fingers. "I want you to spread your legs so I can have better access. I'm gonna use my fingers first."

Adam was shaking his head; he didn't want that. But he learned during the last days that the more he fought back the more he was getting hurt. So he spread his legs slowly when Paul stood back a little to let him move. He closed his eyes and tried to relax when he felt fingers going slowly down in his crack and rubbing again his entrance.

"Just relax, I'm going to make you feel really good," Paul assured, pushing a first finger inside.

After a few minutes, three fingers were thrusting into Adam's hole. The young man was sobbing lightly, biting on his bottom lip to stop himself from whining. It was a bit painful, but nothing compared with what Victor did to him. And Paul had kept his promises; he was really gentle and was attentive to the singer's reactions. When Paul thought that Adam's was ready for more, he lubed his cock and spread the young man's legs further apart.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll go slowly until I'm all the way inside," Paul said, lining his cock with Adam's entrance and pushing.

Adam tensed at first, but began to relax when he didn't feel too much pain. The older man was still very gentle, controlling his thrusting. When Paul was all the way inside, he started moving faster, but always being attentive to not hurt the singer. The younger man was keeping his head turned on the side; his eyes closed. He wanted to block all the feelings he was having, trying to get his mind somewhere else, somewhere beautiful, calm and quiet, where he was alone.

"Oh fuck, baby, that feels so good; you feel so good," Paul moaned when he felt he was close to coming, griping Adam's hips harder.

Adam felt the other man's muscles tensed, and he knew he was coming; that meant it was over for him, for now.

"Are you ok?" Paul asked, sliding his cock out slowly. "Did I hurt you, Adam?" he asked again when the younger man didn't answer and kept his eyes closed.

Adam nodded lightly when tears started to run down his cheeks. Paul laid next to him and stroked his stomach gently.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you...I'm really sorry," he said, worried. "Next time, I'll be more careful."

The singer opened his eyes and looked at him. Did he really hear him talking about a next time? What did Paul think he was? A whore? A sextoy? No, there won't be next time, there can't be.

"No...I don't want to do that again...please," Adam pleaded, shaking his head.

"Adam, it's not about what you want, it's about what I want...And it's exactly what I want," Paul began, caressing the young man's face. "I know you love sex, and I do too...So it's perfect! We'll have sex as often as possible!" he added, stroking Adam's hair gently.

"But it's not sex, it's rape...I don't want that...please, just let me go," Adam begged, sobbing and trying to get away from the other man's touch.

Apparently, that was a big mistake, because in a second, Paul, with his face reddened by the sudden anger, was above Adam and was strangling him with his big hands.

"You are going to do what I want...I don't care what you want," the older man hissed, cupping Adam's chin to look into his terrified eyes. "I told you to not upset me...Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked, his face almost touching the singer's.

Scared and tamed, Adam nodded. He didn't want to be beating up again. When Paul noticed the young man's surrender, he loosed his grip and kissed Adam quickly on the lips.

"Good...I think we have an understanding here..." the older man said, getting up and beginning to dress. "From now on, I'll keep you cuffed and drugged; I don't trust you yet. I'll drug you twice a day with a kind of sedative; it's going to be easier to control you that way. I poured some of it in your tea this morning. Now, I'll leave you alone for a while, so you can think about your new life here with me. I'll be back later," he added, walking out of the room.

Adam was despondent. He couldn't believe he would have to be a sex slave for that man now. He couldn't see any way to get out of this situation and to get away from there. He felt lazy; probably the drug's effects. He turned on his side and closed his eyes, trying to shut everything out.

Lane had a lot of work to do now that she was back to LA for the last three days. After a long discussion with the record company, she decided to cancel all the national tour. She had to call all the theaters and venues where Adam was supposed to perform and all the TV shows where he was supposed to be a guest. It was really difficult for her to do the job; she couldn't stop thinking about the singer. She had the feeling that she would see him again soon; it was why she didn't touch the international tour's schedule yet, "just in case" she said.

She was taking a break in the middle of the afternoon when her cell phone rang. She picked it up and noticed that it was an unknown caller ID.

"Hello, Lane speaking."

"Lane, it's agent Miller," the caller voice said. "I have good news."

"Really!" she asked, hoping for THE good news.

"We related the info we got at the slave farm with 8 locations in 6 different states. We already visited 6 of these places in the last 3 days. We didn't find Adam, but we learned that all the buildings were owned by the same company and the same owner. We found out that the two last places are his villa and his summer cabin. We think we have good chances of finding him there. The guy is very rich; he could easily afford to hire people to kidnap Adam," the agent explained with enthusiasm. "We are heading to the summer cabin right now. It's hidden in the woods, so maybe there are more chances to find him there. I'll call you later," he added before hanging up.

Lane couldn't believe it. She was hoping that this time, it was going to be the good one. She decided to wait before calling the others; she didn't want to give them false hope.

The last three days looked all the same for Adam. When he was waking up in the morning, Paul was bringing him breakfast. After, he was unchained from the bed and was led to the bathroom. He was allowed to relieve himself, to brush his teeth and to take a shower. Paul was showering with him, to keep an eye on him and to force him to have sex. When they were done, Adam could dress in leather pants and a black shirt which looked exactly like the ones he wore during his first tour. When he was dressed, Paul was cuffing his hands and was keeping him with him all day. He was taking him to the office he had in the house and was letting Adam watch TV, listen some music or read books while he was working. They were having dinner in the big and chic dining room. During the evening, they were watching movies, Paul forcing Adam to cuddle with him. When it was time to going to bed, the singer had to take his clothes off and was chained to the headboard again. The older man was raping him once or twice before falling asleep. Two or three times during the night, Adam was woken up by a few touches and kisses. It seemed like Paul was never having enough sex. Even when the singer was sobbing or begging to let him sleep, the older man didn't care; he was fucking him just like he wanted it, sometimes being very gentle, sometimes being rougher, biting and marking the younger man's body.

At first, Adam was trying to fight Paul off. But the older man was always getting angry and was hurting him. The last time Adam didn't do what Paul was asking, he had been push hard on the floor, his head hit the tiles really badly. He had been knocked out for a few seconds. He had a big headache since then and was feeling really dizzy. So he had decided to stop fighting for good. The drug didn't help him to stand in front of Paul; it was affecting him physically but also psychologically. He was surrendering more and more easily.

So after those three days, Adam was really tired and had fallen asleep on Paul's lap while they were watching a movie. Paul had waking him up, leaded him to the bedroom and put him in bed.

"I'm not tired yet," Paul said, pulling the sheets over Adam's body. "I'm gonna finish the movie and maybe do some work. Get some sleep, I'll wake you up when I come back," he added, kissing the singer on the forehead and leaving the room.

It didn't take long before Adam fell asleep. He didn't know for how long he was sleeping when he heard loud noises coming from the other side of the house. It was too far away from the room, so he was not able to distinguish what was happening. "Maybe Paul got angry again because of something and he is throwing everything in his office on the floor," Adam thought, rolling on his side, his back to the door. He didn't really care about what the other man was doing; he knew he needed to get some rest as much as possible before Paul's return. After a few minutes, the entire house became really quiet. Adam was beginning to drop back to sleep when he heard footsteps heading toward the room and the bed. Even if he was awake, he didn't want Paul to know it. Maybe if he thought he was deep asleep, he would wait until later to fuck him. When the footsteps stopped next to the bed, Adam knew that Paul was studying him, thinking if he should wake him up. When the bed shifted beside him and he felt a hand on his back, he tried not to tense.

"Adam, wake up," a familiar voice ordered calmly.

The singer opened his eyes slowly; it was not Paul's voice. He turned his head to look behind him.

"Agent Miller!" he murmured, not sure if he was dreaming.

"Yes Adam, it's me," the agent said, smiling. "You're safe now."

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