4 days.
4 long days.
It may have been only 4 days but it felt like forever to Joe.
4 days without his brothers.
4 days tied to a chair.
4 days with bread and water for food.
4 days wondering if he would make it out of this alive.
4 days praying for his life.
4 days of pain.
4 days of blood.
4 days of tears.
4 days was all it took to break Joe.
Joe sat in the chair, shuddering as pain and chills ripped through his body. His t-shirt and boxers hung on him in pieces, exposing his naked skin. The marks from the whip still hadn't scabbed; the oozed blood that ran down his golden skin. The scar that lay over his eye stung, it luckily didn't get alcohol in it, but it stung because of its placement. The whip marks that crossed over his chest, stung from the alcohol that was still in him.
His black eyelashes fell upon golden cheeks as he heard someone put the key into the door, taking a deep breath he readied himself for what was about to happen.
2 guys walked into the room with grins on their faces, grins that alone sent fear into the Lucas. The heavier of the 2 guys stepped closer to Joe, the other stepped back. Joe kept his brown eyes on the ground, ignoring the 2 guys.
Joe heard a click of a belt being undone, then it being pulled out of the loops. Next he had the sound of a zipper, the sound causing him to tense. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he knew it wasn't gonna be good.
He could see the guy's shoes in front of him, as he stared at the ground. Swallowing the lump in his throat as he saw jeans and blue boxers cover the shoes.
A hand wove itself through his long black hair, gripping it to pull his head upwards, tears formed in his brown eyes as the pain wove through his scalp.
'Let's put that talented mouth of yours to use," the guy ground out as he pushed the head of his cock up to Joe's pink lips.