A/N: wow, thank you all for those wonderful reviews. I'm glad you all like it (despite my grammar mistakes….but I promise: I'm looking for a beta to help me). Enjoy the next chapter and you all know it: I don't own these characters because if they were? Let's just say I fail in the capacity to share my toys with all the other kids ;)
Pretty when you're…… sleeping.
Don wakes up with his skin on fire. His mind starts to come online a bit more slowly, panic starting to set in. Eying his surroundings he's dismayed to find himself in the trunk of a car, trussed up like a Christmas turkey. Trying to wriggle his fingers, which were getting numb due to the handcuffs that enclosed his wrists, he encounters a soft cushion underneath them.
Further study showed several pillows surrounding him, thus protecting him against possible bumps when the car should hit rough terrain. Right in from of him is bottle of water, wedged between several pillows so as not to tip over, and the lid was already off. After finding two other bottles nearby he decided to ignore his thirst that was slowly building up and to categorize what had happened so far first: "Okay, your in a car of a yet to be identified criminal. You know David is unconscious, possible hurt somewhere. Now breathe Don and try to figure out what you're going to do."
The next few hours were the worst in Dons life, not only did he fail to come up with a decent plan his mind was also constantly plagued with questions such as: would he ever see his dad and brother again? Would he see his colleagues and friends again….was David even alive? Or was he laying somewhere dead on the street? Ignoring the tears that escaped him, he focused on his other senses noticing that the ride had gotten more bumpier while the only sound Don could hear was the engine growling in low gear, pushing up an incline. Don realised this made sense even if it was horrible; if he would abduct someone he would take him or her to a remote area too preferably somewhere in the mountains. Dread twisted his guts as the car reached flat ground and accelerated convincing Don that the end of the trip was nowhere in sight, and that drinking the bottle of water was probably a smart move if he wanted to prevent dehydration. Carefully clasping his cuffed hand around the first bottle he began to drink.
It felt like Christmas, only better. Stopping in front of the trunk he put a hand on the hood closing his eyes and revelling in the fact that Don was finally his. Nobody would ever find them; he had been too precise and careful. Grinning he grabbed the keys and popped the trunk, the drugged water he had left with Don should be working perfectly. Almost screaming his joy for the world to know that he had succeeded in capturing his obsession he popped the trunk. Seeing his plan had worked like a charm, when he saw a deeply asleep Don with an empty water bottle loosely clutched in his bound hands.
Unable to take his eyes from the face of the man, who was peacefully sleeping a drug induced sleep he gently touched Don's face, rubbing his thumb across the full lips. While he knew that Don would not love him, after all he had hurt his colleague and kidnapped him, he would keep him. He had watched and wanted the other man for far too long, and if Don's unwillingness meant that he would have to be kept like a possession then that was fine for him too. For now however he was going to bring his prize into the house he had prepared for this and would keep himself content with just watching Don sleep. Gently scooping the sleeping man into his arms, he briefly pressed a kiss on Don's lips before straightening his back and carrying his treasure towards his house that was heaven for him….but would turn into a hell for Don.
TBC
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