A/N: Time for Kahl to wake up mwahahaha
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He had to have been hit by a car. Correction: A semi. And all twenty-two wheels had rolled over him before backing up and giving him another go around.
Kyle shifted uncomfortably, senses beginning to flicker back to life. His legs were freezing, almost painfully so. He groaned from the back of his raspy throat, brows furrowing from an impending migraine as he tried to move himself to sit up on what seemed to be the fucking ground. His heart stopped for a moment as he noticed his wrists were bound behind his back, a thin, rigid wrapping digging straight into his skin.
His brain tried to catch him up to his situation, wondering if he'd fallen asleep in the midst of a romp with Kenny and the blonde had left him tied up. Logic followed soon after. Kenny would never leave him like this, he was way too much of a stickler of preventing Kyle from hurting himself like an idiot.
A hiss slipped between his teeth as he forced himself up, spreading his knees on the ground beneath him and slowly raising himself upright. He shook his head, gradually prying open an eye. Bleary vision revealed nothing but a wall and he cocked his head just slightly. He scrunched his eyes shut again before forcing them to open, both of them taking a moment to adjust to a small light beaming in front of him. Green was glazed over, the color numbed as it was swathed in a musty coating of confusion and residual effects of coming down from his drugged-out stupor.
Kyle raised his brow as sight crept back to him, finding himself in a large, empty building. He sniffed a few time, scrunching his nose at the unmistakably sweet smell of hay. "What the fuck?" he whispered. He glanced next to him, seeing a large cage, growing more and more confused by the second. He grunted, trying to move forward on his knees before a tightening around his throat pulled him back. He looked behind him, eyes widening as they found a chain attached to a large pole leading back up to his neck.
It all hit at once, Kyle's body going rigid as though dropped into a tub of ice: Craig.
His throat clenched, teeth clattering against one another as a barrage of memories flooded over his weary mind. All thrown together in a hastily collaborated mess, a gun, a pinch in his arm, something about Kenny... He whimpered, glancing down to his legs and blinking as he found himself without his jeans. "Fuck," he bit his lip, looking at the single lantern on the floor a good twenty feet away from him, casting an eerie glow around his holding. He didn't know exactly where he was, but he could only surmise that it had to be Craig's barn. He didn't let any of them in it while they were moving him in...
Kyle shut his eyes, trying to break his wrists apart. "Come on," he whined. He glanced up at the light beaming from the skylight above and his heart dropped at the clear cascading glow of the moon shining over him. He'd been here all day. Why hadn't Kenny found him? He had to know it was Craig, right?
He shook around in vain, trying to pry himself free, wincing at metal digging against his throat. His bare legs scraped against the dirt and concrete, revitalizing senses starting to kick him into an adrenaline-fueled frenzy. He had to get out. He fucking had to.
He flinched at the sound of heavy metal outside, shooting his head towards the door, his breath turning shallow. He stared with wide eyes as the barrier was pushed open, a very happily smug Craig eerily silhouetted against the night sky. "Well, look who's up," he purred.
"Let me out!" Kyle shouted, throat convulsing from dryness and sending him into a light coughing fit. He groaned, looking to see Craig stepping into the barn and kicking the door shut behind him, stone irises scanning over Kyle hungrily. He knew this moment would be wonderful, but he didn't think the mere image of Kyle in this state would have him nearly reeling in a symphony of euphoria. The boy stepped towards the redhead and Kyle jerked back, Craig's face shadowed evilly in the lantern lighting. "What do you want?!" he demanded.
Craig shrugged casually, "What I earned."
Kyle narrowed his eyes, "The fuck are you talking about?"
The noirette grinned slyly, walking over and kneeling down in front of the boy. Kyle scrambled back on his knees, backing himself into the support beam. He yelped quietly as Craig cornered him in, staring down on his trapped form with a ravenous appetite; The deer in his snare, sight locked as he stared down his prized trophy.
"What did I do to you?" Kyle broke the tensive silence, eyes fluttering between nervousness and trying desperately to beat down the remainder of the drugs still trying to lull him down.
A sharp intake of breath breeched through his teeth as Craig cupped his chin, forcing his head further up. The boy's eyes slid to the green collar situated so beautifully around his slender throat, a gorgeous compliment to the ginger's complexion; Just as he envisioned it would be. "You need to answer something for me first," he said simply.
Kyle's brows furrowed, a familiar anger sparking within under the influence of sedation. "You fucking drug me, kidnap me, and tie me up and you want answers?!" he demanded. "You fucking sick freak I'll fucking kill you!"
Craig scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Anyway. Now that your little hissy fit is over, tell me about when we were eighteen," he said slowly.
Kyle stared at him in bewilderment. Craig chained him up for a fucking trip down memory lane?! "What are you talking about?" he demanded.
"What very important factor in your life happened when we were eighteen?" he asked dryly.
Kyle narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Kenny and I got together."
"Right," he nodded curtly, tipping Kyle's chin in different angles, licking his lips at the color splashing over his cheeks, heavy shadows contouring the already slender profile. Kyle just continued to stare at him and let him move his head around, knowing well enough he was disadvantaged and couldn't do much in his position. Besides, his curiosity was beginning to overshadow the terror if by only a smidgeon.
"What does that have to do with-"
"He didn't deserve it," Craig snapped coldly, the admiration on his face dropping immediately along with all color in Kyle's. "He didn't earn it," he hissed.
Kyle stared at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. "So...you don't...have a thing for Kenny..." he said slowly, that fear starting to become reborn within the deepest confines of his gut.
"Observant," he rolled his eyes.
"When...I-I" he stammered, unable to straighten any facts out. He was too groggy, too scared.
"Eighth grade," Craig muttered, grabbing a lock of Kyle's mussed hair and rubbing it between his fingers. "Long before McCormick decided he wanted you just for your ass."
He bared his teeth, shaking at the accusation. "He's not with me just for my ass, Tucker!" he spat.
"Please," he scoffed. "We all know what he's like."
"Funny how all of you fucking say that when you don't know shit," he snarled.
"Oh?" he questioned, leaning in closer towards Kyle's face, watching amusedly as he smacked his skull back against the pole trying to escape the vicinity, cursing to himself and trying to shake off the throbbing. "How long before you let him fuck you then?"
Kyle's cheeks burst with color, his eyes following suit. "That is not your busi-"
"That soon, hm?" he smirked knowingly. "Tell me, how long did you think that the only way you could keep him is if you kept putting out? I lost track after the first month," he said dryly.
The Jew's eyes widened. "What are you-"
"Your conversations with Marsh," he answered simply, twisting a red tendril around his finger.
Kyle gulped. "Stan wouldn't tell you that," he whispered.
"He didn't have to. I heard them."
Kyle's jaw dropped in the slightest. Those talks were never in public. They were on the phone. At night. In his room. "H-how did you-"
"You shouldn't leave your window open at night, it's no wonder you got sick so often," he said nonchalantly, watching in glee as Kyle's face fell into a violated horror. "Oh, right, you left it open for McCormick in case he decided he needed to stick it to you at 3 in the morning, right?"
"You sick fucking stalker!" he screamed, entire body quaking.
He shrugged, "So, when did that stop?" he asked again. Kyle was silent before Craig shook him violently, smashing him back against the pole. The redhead watched in terror at Craig's subdued expression turning on a dime; A warning.
"When he told me he loved me," he whispered. "He said it first."
Craig snorted, hiding the anger at the word for a moment, "And you think it wasn't just for your ass?"
"He's not like that," he said quietly, trying to figure out his options. Unfortunately, they were looking few and far between for now unless the drugs gave him fucking superpowers. His face fell into a scowl, "Even if he was, he wouldn't fucking drug me and steal me!" he shouted.
"I earned you," he bit, clutching his chin just a tad tighter.
"By what?!" he challenged. "I thought you fucking hated me and you think I'm supposed to just fucking fall for you because you tie me to a fucking pole?!"
Craig smirked darkly and Kyle's stomach lurched but kept his fury plastered across his face. "You don't need to 'fall for me'," he quoted. "You just need to stay where you belong," he stroked his chin lightly with his thumb, licking his lips hungrily.
Kyle shuddered, "I'm not staying here. Kenny will find me and your ass is going to fucking jail, Tucker!"
"Hard to do when McCormick himself is in jail right now," he grinned as Kyle's face fell in devastation. "For the possible murder of his loving boyfriend."
"YOU FUCK!" he screamed, trying to get to his feet. The chain snared him again and choked him, bringing him back onto the ground in a wheezing heap. His eyes beaded with tears. "They'll figure you out," he snapped brokenly.
"The cops were already here," he said smugly. "Looked for you, couldn't find any trace of you, and then McCormick decided to punch me and got himself cuffed. They're going to be far too busy focusing on the redneck boyfriend with the short temper to bother coming back here for a good, long time," he raised his brow superiorly.
Kyle's breath caught in his throat, staring at him with wide eyes. Craig shuddered at the marred mess of fear and rage clashing against each other in the dimmed light around them. "Kenny's never touched me," he said bitterly. "They'll know that."
"Hm," he mused. "Hard for a 'dead' man to give his testimony, isn't it?" he quirked a questioning brow.
"You can't keep me forever, Tucker," he sneered. "Without a body they're going to look for me, and you're the only person who was at the house with me! Doesn't take a genius to put it all together!"
"Doesn't take a genius to get onto the South Park Police Force either," he smirked. "Considering how easily they bought me telling them about how tired you were of McCormick treating you so 'badly'," he feigned a pout. "And those nasty little marks on your wrists that I 'found' when I went to see you," he purred.
Kyle's jaw trembled in Craig's thick fingers. This was bad. This was so bad.
Craig drug a thumb over his lips, watching the full, pink skin bounce at his touch and letting out a shuddery breath, body in a complete stir as every emotion imaginable seemed to wrack through Kyle's captive form. He was beautiful. And now he had his time. He had every moment in the world to watch his prize. He leaned forward, Kyle crying out softly as he leaned his cheek against his hair, taking a long breath of spice and nervous sweat leaking from the redhead. He wandered in transcendental bliss for a moment before hissing and falling to the side as Kyle's head backed up and slammed against his jaw. He sat up and grabbed at his chin, looking to see Kyle glaring at him with a deadly spark.
"You get away from me," he hissed. "Let me go and run the fuck out of town before I let Kenny on you like a fucking bloodhound."
He chuckled, brushing some lost spit from his lip and smirking at the redhead. "You're not going anywhere," he promised. Kyle watched him nervously as he slowly opened the cage next to him, grey eyes gleaming with an uncharacteristic excitement that made his stomach curl. "I worked too long to let you go now," he said firmly, kneeling down next to him and grabbing his collar, ripping it back. Kyle's eyes bulged as he choked lightly, struggling to fight out of his grip. Craig reached into his pocket, tearing out his key for the small lock chaining him to the pole and letting it slide in. He quickly tore the chain out of the hold and refastened the collar, getting to his feet and pulling Kyle with him. The redhead choked, knees struggling to keep up with him and fight all the same, not sure of what option was the better. His answer came as he was pulled towards the cage, his eyes widening in a horrified realization.
"NO!" he screamed in a rasp, shoulders shaking violently as he tried to undo his wrists.
Craig shook his head, "Bad dog," he said firmly. Kyle snarled, tears leaking down his cheeks as Craig bent back down, shoving him into the cage. Kyle slammed against the bars, trying to hurry back around as he heard Craig latching it shut. He froze as a large padlock slipped between the bars of the door and the cage itself, whimpering under his breath. He tried to sit up, yowling as he slammed his head against the heavy metal. He yelped as Craig stepped around behind and reached his fingers into the cage, grasping the zip ties around his wrists and yanking him back. With a quick swipe of his folding knife, he sliced through the plastic and Kyle fell back forward onto the blankets under him, looking up at his captor with panicked eyes.
"Please, don't," he breathed out. Craig merely smiled and turned, beginning to walk out of the barn. "GET BACK HERE!" Kyle finally broke in a tear-filled scream, fingers clasping around the cold metal. "LET ME GO, CRAIG!"
The noirette chuckled. "You learn to be a good boy and maybe you'll be allowed to sleep in the house. Until then, welcome home," he said simply. He walked out of the barn and Kyle watched in terror as the heavy door slammed shut, barely hearing the metal of the locks latching once again. He started screaming nonsense, gripping and tearing at his hair in a furious rage. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, ugly sobs breaking through his throat as he continued to yell for Craig to let him out, for Kenny to save him, for something to get him the hell out of dodge. His eyes widened at a loud whirring noise in the background and he slumped defeatedly. The fucking generator. No one could hear him over that goddamn thing. Craig had tested it when they were moving him in, having Token, Clyde, and Butters screaming at the top of their lungs to see if anyone could hear. 'To see if it'll scare animals,' he'd said. 'I don't want them terrified of the place'.
Kyle bit his lip, fingers clutching around the soft blankets under him and continuing to cry. He was so stupid. He should've known better. He should've caught on sooner than he did. What the hell did Craig even want with him?
He paused as an orange glimmer caught his bleary eyes. He genially reached up, grabbing the pristine tag dangling innocently on the chain around his throat on the dead link. He tilted his chin down and twisted it, eyes narrowing as he tried to make it out through his blurring sight. He let out a strangled gasp as his name stared back at him, glittering in the soft glow surrounding him. He dropped his hand, his body collapsing onto the cage floor and curling up into itself, hiding his face in his arms as he sobbed loudly.
He was wrong, this wasn't going to be his execution. It was worse.
A/N: Okay this chapter was hard to write why. It should've been the easiest one so far I blame staring at microfiche for six hours at a time the past three days.
Craig you fucking sick freak I love you. Let's see if Kyle gets to that point to /pewpew
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