A/N: Wow, thank you all for the alerts and the replies you send me. I'm thrilled you all like it. For this I present you with a longer then normal chapter….at least in my book this chapter's long *shrugs* Anyway hope that you'll enjoy this next part….disclaimer just as the last one…sadly enough : (
Pretty when you're…….. chained
The second time Don woke up, he was almost used to the prickling sensation of his skin, which indicated that he had been drugged once again. Slowly opening his eyes he assessed the new situation: He's lying on a king sized bed in a room where the wall were covered with…(now Don had to rub his eyes a couple of times because seriously…..it was that disturbing)…. pictures. Pictures of HIMSELF! Pulling himself up (briefly noting that his hands had not been tied down), with the intention to rip those of the wall Don's startled to discover that he isn't that free as he had fist thought. A metal cuff encircles his ankle at one end while on the other end a chain is connected to it. Further inspection shows a large iron ring that is embedded in the floorboards at the foot of 'his' bed. Thus his captor had allowed him to move around but had also confined him. Slamming his fist in a pillow Don's head provided him with pictures of trapped animals. This was too much: first the kidnapping and the drugging (not once but twice), then waking up in this chamber of 'worship' and discovering that his captor apparently saw him as some kind of animal….it was just too much for him. Repeatedly slamming his fist down, tears pouring down his face Don quickly worn himself out and with the last lingering effect of the drugs coursing thru his system Don felt himself drift off towards the darkness far too soon.
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Don paces between the bed and the wall. The chain keeps time to his steps, clunks heavy on the floorboards. When waking up again he had inventoried the room he was being held in and the freedom of movement he had. Don was quick to discover that he could reach the toilet in an adjoining room but couldn't get to the sink or the shower stall that were also present. The doors to a built in closet were open, he could see the shirts from his trip on hangers; see the jeans and sweatpants folded neatly on a couple of shelves. Unfortunately he could not reach any of those items, because the damn chain wouldn't stretch that far. But the most frustrating thing right now is that he can't reach the door….the one that could be open for all he known because his kidnapper just knew that he couldn't reach it. Growling he glanced at the cuff around his ankle, even after several hours of being awake and having the hours to freak about it, he still freaks out again. Grabbing the chain with both his hands, he once again began to twist it, hoping that with a miracle the damn chain would break but in the end he only succeeding in chafing the skin of his ankle more. Once again Don is reminded of a trapped animal and for the first time he now truly understands why some trapped animals will chew their own leg of to escape.
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Three days. It's been three days since he's first woken up in this room, he knew because a small window high up in his room had helped him to keep track of the time. Sitting on the floor Don's staring at the door: it's about time for his kidnapper to show his face again. So far Don hasn't been able to figure this guy out: every question he had asked was met with stone silence and a almost hostile attitude while on the other side there was 'his' room, the bed was covered with the most expensive sheets and there was an under-floor heating present in both the bedroom as well as in the bathroom as if the guy actually wanted for Don to enjoy his forced stay here. Well, Don thought to himself while pulling at his chain, if the guy actually wanted that then he should release him and stop touching him. For three days now the guy had brought Don's diner and had 'petted' him while he was eating. Shivering Don thought that right now he could even deal with the chain if that creep could just keep his hands to himself.
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He's starting to feel a bit guilty. For three days now he let Don sit alone in that room. Only visiting him when he brought breakfast, lunch and dinner and only then allowing himself to touch Don. He had hoped to soften Don up a bit, slowly letting him getting acquainted with his touches, before explaining his actions. But every time he entered the room it was the same, Don shrinking away from him while keeping those damn questions of him: Don asking question 'who are you?' 'What did you do to David my colleague?' 'What do you want?' to be honest he was getting sick of it. Not to mention the fact that after three days without a shower Don's smell was starting to become less then pleasing. Grimacing and rubbing his nose he remembered yesterday when he had tried to get Don to shower and had gotten hit for his trouble. For this reason he had decided to change tactics. Lifting the loaded tray with food on one hip he stirred the prepared soup for the last time, making sure all traces of the three crushed pills were gone. Settling his face in a cool, uncaring mask he opened the door to Don's room, where he was once again confronted with Don shrinking away from him while he rapidly buried him under the same questions as always. For the first time totally ignoring him, he gently put the food on the floor and slowly leaned back against the door opening, watching Don staring suspiciously at him before grabbing the bowl of soup and starting to eat. Five minutes tops and then Don would be too out of it to fight him any longer. At last…… he finally was going to get what he had wanted for so long.
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At first Don was confused: the guy made no attempt to touch him. Deciding not to waste too much time thinking about it in case the guy suddenly changed his mind he began devouring his meal. Because even if he did receive three meals a day, the contents were always too meagre to fully satisfy his hunger.
A few minutes later however Don began to regret his decision to not waste his time thinking about the none touching attitude when he felt a warm and fuzzy feeling beginning to set in: The bastard had drugged the soup and he had just eaten the entire bowl! "What did you give me?" he asked, unaware of how thick his voice sounded.
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Smiling he studied Don, the sedative he had added was working perfectly. The effects were already starting to show, as proved by Don's slurring speech. Not wanting to wait any longer, confident that Don was already impaired enough he walked towards the terrified man and crouched down in front of him. "Shh, don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you but we need to freshen you up a bit, baby. Now doesn't a hot bath sound nice?" Letting his right hand briefly caress the other man's face, he let his left hand, which was holding a key, slip towards Don's cuffed ankle. With a quick twist the cuff fell away. Bringing both hand towards Don's waist he began to lift the other man up with the intention to carry him 'fire-fighter' style to the bathroom, however seeing Don's half lidded eyes and slightly parted lips he found that the typical 'wedding' style was more appropriate.
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Don felt himself being lifted; vaguely he wandered what had happened to the cuff around his ankle…he had not felt it being removed. Gazing up he saw his kidnapper's profile and he knew that this would be the only chance at escape he would get. Drugged or not he had to get away, before this guy would not be satisfied with just touching him. Letting his eyes drift away he began to study his surroundings more, thus noticing a stairwell at the end of the hallway. Not really making a conscious decision, Don focused his energy in pulling himself out of the grasp. His kidnapper, who had been thinking that Don had been too drugged to offer resistance, was startled enough to drop him. Not taking the time to allow himself to feel the pain of that drop, when he had a meagre glimmer of hope to get away, he pushed the stunned man aside and began to stagger towards the stair. If he could just reach the stairs he might be able to get away. Unfortunately just as he reached the stairs his kidnapper caught up with him. Hearing the other man stepping right up behind him, Don instinctively turned and grabbed the other man, while twisting him over his leg. Letting out a surprised grunt the man stumbled towards the stairs, while latching on to Don with both his arms as he fell. Too tired to get himself loose Don was dragged down the stairs, he felt his head struck the ground with a smack before the air was pushed out of his lungs when his kidnapper landed on top of him. Don remained conscious long enough to hear his kidnapper yelling at him to stay awake but after that……he once again slipped into unconsciousness.
TBC……..
*Sigh*, I can't get Don to stay conscious for a single part, now can I????? I promise that I will try to get and let him stay awake for the next part. But first: reviews please!!!!!