Careful guys. A warning for this chapter; some content that could be distressing could follow. (Minor sexual content, and abuse)
Ryder found the address. He knew he was in trouble. He was being blackmailed.
Ryder left the house, making sure to leave a vague note (something to the extent of "Gone to Jake's) and closed the door. With an intake of air, and a brief re-thinking, he made his way to the address that was on the note.
With every turn of corner, or through each long alleyway, he kept on wondering who or what was going to be waiting for him. He realised that what Jake had said from the beginning was true; in fact it was worse. For now, Ryder was making his way to an unknown address to meet with a person, at risk that they would blackmail him, and evidentially make his life less worthwhile.
He could see now, after about an hour or so, the address on the slip of paper that his stalker had left. A small part of him had hoped, secretly, that "k", the anonymous blackmailer, was not Katie, but, he suspected that this would be true.
Ryder took another quick breath, and tapped on the door. A ruff tone shouted "Coming!" loudly, and thuds could be heard. The teen looked around. The exterior of the house was rather pleasant, and had a fresh smell and appealing cleanliness, which gave Ryder a short burst of hope. Perhaps this won't be so bad. Still, he braced his entire body for the worst.
The door swung open, and appearing in front of him was a kind looking man. He could only have been about thirty eight at a maximum. He was tall, and buff, and looked over Ryder with enticing eyes.
"Ah, Ryder, come in!" he said welcomingly. Ryder stepped inside, forgetting the risks. As soon as the door was certainly shut, Ryder sent a threatening claw at the man's neck, and pinned him to the wall. Growling, he forced his other hand to rest on the blackmailer's chest, allowing his elbow to dig into his shoulder.
"What is your problem? Why me? Who is "Katie"?!" Ryder shouted, demanding an answer to his constantly changing question.
"I don't want to hurt you," the man whispered calmly, a sense of insecurity in his voice. "My name is Kane, I suppose." He spoke as a normal person would. Ryder didn't let his grip go. If anything, he tightened it, and Kane coughed and splurged some phlegm onto Ryder's face.
"I'm serious…leggo and I'll get you a drink!" he said. Ryder, shakily, let go, a single tear streamed down his angered face.
After a few moments of pleasantries (mostly on Kane's part), Ryder found himself sitting on the comfortable sofa in the man's rather impressive, albeit small lounge. Ryder's rage and tears had lifted, and, he found himself less nervous now than before.
Kane had made Ryder a drink, and had arranged a plate of biscuits, which he brought through to the room. He then looked to the clock. 23:21. Late.
"It's late. I got you some food, you must be starving," Kane grunted, offering the food to Ryder, who happily snatched the food and ate from it hastily.
"Why are you blackmailing me?!" Ryder protested.
Kane, the blackmailer, stood, looming over Ryder, as he began a seemingly rehearsed speech. As he spoke, his tone went from a calm and comforting tone to a harsh and sadistic one.
"I'm not doing it for myself. Remember, I didn't lure you into anything. You friended me on Facebook, and you send me the images and told me your secrets. We had a relationship! And you betrayed me by listening to your friends. I'm not just some weird stalker, am I? AM I? So, why you started asking me questions like that, you betrayed my trust. I trusted you Ryder, and you betrayed me. I kept those pictures…I "blackmailed" you to make sure you never distrusted me again! You won't distrust me again, will you Ryder?"
By the time he had finished, he had forced his fingers onto Ryder's face, pressing them firmly into the teenager's cheeks, roughly. He had been shouting and, by the time he had grabbed Ryder, the boy was already beginning to cry with a sheer sense of fear.
"No…no." Ryder said, crying.
"Good." Kane let him go, and sat on the sofa beside him.
"I have something for you…" Kane then stated, a few silent minutes later (perhaps it was about five minutes, which seemed like an eternity for Ryder.)
Ryder could hardly speak.
Kane, with his large, forceful hands, began to clasp onto Ryder's knee, and slowly rub up his thigh. Ryder, oblivious, shuddered, but let Kane. He was scared, and wasn't about to make any rash decisions.
By the time Ryder had come to grips with Kane's inappropriate touching, a new kind of sensation struck him. The blackmailer had placed his bear-like paw around the teenager's trouser bulge, and was beginning to circle it. With the other hand, he 'assisted' Ryder in taking his shirt off (something that Ryder didn't agree to nor allow, not with ease)
Ryder's cold chest was being stroked by the hairy hand within a few moments, the other hand still palming his junk through his jeans. Ryder was too scared to move, so, let himself get treated in this way.
However, as he could feel his zipper being pulled down, his adrenaline and defences shot into action. He sent a quick back-hand to Kane's temple, which stunned him briefly. He then got up with as must speed as he could conjure up, and sprinted for the door. By this time, the blackmail didn't seem so awful.
He only needed to make it out of the door, and he would be safe. He placed his hand on the handle, but, before he could open it, a hand snatched his leg, and, the teenager tumbled to the floor, his face first.
"Don't run, Ryder, babe. You know you want this. You deserve this! You're nothing but a cheap little man-slut, friending girls you haven't met in the hope for quick shags. No wonder you work out so much, you want a buff body so that they won't resist you. Well, I can resist you, can't I? You deserve this!" spoke Kane's gruff tone. Ryder knew he was helpless, and, attempted to scream for help as a last, shoddy escape attempt. Kane simply forced his face to the floor, shutting his mouth instantly.
With his other hand, Kane stroked Ryder's toned back, before pulling down his jeans. Ryder shut his eyes, and tried to blank out the, what he now knew was, rape. His jeans were off, and his briefs were pulled down to his knees, and he could feel the coldness breeze on his naked butt.
He winced as he heard a zipper, and, cried as he felt Kane get closer and deeper inside of him.
All of the while that he was getting beaten and penetrated by Kane; he could hear the words repeating in his mind. "You deserve this!" After hearing it so much, he might have thought it was true.
That was really hard to write. Yikes. Please comment, review and PM me with all of your feedback. It gets a little less stalker-y from here on out.