WARNING: There will be physical abuse in this chapter. If this is a sensitive issue / trigger for you, STOP reading after the letter. You'll know what I'm referring to when you get there. This will be disturbing to some readers, so please take heed!
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For several days, things were tense around the dorm. When Kurt wasn't studying for the upcoming finals, he was beginning the process of sorting their belongings to begin packing. He made sure to subtly separate his belongings from Blaine's and was glad Blaine was too preoccupied to notice. His loving soulmate seemed to think that packing was a sub activity and would simply walk by as Kurt was sorting through books or records.
Three days into their silence, Blaine paused in front of Kurt who was making a list of supplies they would need for the move. Kurt twitched when Blaine lay a hand gently on his shoulder.
"Kurt, I know we are going through a rough time and that everything is going to be changing. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you for putting so much work into getting ready for the move. Please trust that, as hard as this is, I'm doing what I believe is best for you. For us. You know I've worked on being a better Dom. Less domineering, forgive the pun. But I can't help the part of me that longs to praise you, especially during a difficult time like this. But, Kurt, you really are a good boy. My good boy," Blaine said sincerely.
Kurt turned and simply stared at him. Blaine knew Kurt had been blocking his emotions lately, so he didn't know how he was feeling. As he stood there, truly praising his good boy, he felt the bond open. His eyes went wide as he felt the intense distaste and insult Kurt was experiencing.
"Kurt, please, it's not meant to belittle you. It is a natural reaction from a Dom who is pleased," Blaine insisted. How else was he supposed to tell him he was a good boy? He'd seen even more 'progressive' Dom's praise their sub in this manner. Why was Kurt insulted?
"I am not a dog," Kurt said coldly, his side of the bond closing again. "Do not call me that again. Please, sir."
Blaine left the room before he could say something he regretted. Grabbing his hand wrapping, he slammed out of the dorm and went to the gym. He needed to get out this aggression before he began fighting with Kurt again.
He spent the next hour beating the shit out of the heavy bag before spotting his friend Jon while he lifted weights. He ended up sharing the basics of his problems with Kurt. Jon hadn't met his sub yet, but had every intention of praising him as Blaine did and insisting that the Dom lead such large decisions like college.
After working out, they went back to Jon's dorm and downed several shots of whiskey before sitting down and shooting the shit over a couple of beers. By the time Blaine left Jon's a couple hours later, he felt much calmer, albeit a little tipsy. He was ready to face Kurt now and knew he could contain his temper. He passed the mailboxes and grabbed their mail on the way back to the dorm.
Kurt was sitting on the couch drawing in his design book and smiled tentatively at Blaine as he walked in. Blaine returned the smile and dropped the mail on the coffee table. "Mail call," he said cheerfully as he walked to the kitchen to get some water.
Kurt sorted the letters out and saw one handwritten envelope that was addressed to him. He didn't recognize the writing and opened it. There was another envelope inside with different writing. Opening that one, he gasped. Immediately, he went pale. Blaine saw his expression change and went into the living room, sitting across from Kurt.
"Kurt?" he asked.
Kurt held up a finger and Blaine settled back, somewhat unconcerned and drank his water. He realized he was a bit more buzzed from the alcohol than he realized. Maybe even a tad drunk. He grinned at his water bottle.
Kurt's stomach was in knots and he had a feeling that he might throw up as he read the letter from him.
My Darling Angel,
I miss you so much. Your gorgeous eyes haunt my dreams. I need you to know that I am no longer angry at you for my arrest and subsequent jail sentence. In hindsight, I realize how scared you must have been with my over-the-top method of wooing you. I knew, though, that you wouldn't be able to leave that monster without incurring his wrath. I can only pray that you weren't severely punished for my actions and our time together. The last thing I would ever want to do is cause you harm. Please forgive me for any repercussions you may have suffered. Take comfort in the fact that I will make certain you are never harmed again.
Kurt, my sweet Angel, the first time I saw you it felt as though light and color suddenly filled the world around me. Those eyes. Those unearthly, glorious eyes that are green and blue when you are smiling at me. Eyes that deepen into a slate blue when you are upset. And my personal favorite, the dark, rich, nearly turquoise blue they shine when you are aroused.
You were so sad when we met, so alone. You were in need and your Dom had abandoned you. I was saddened by the obvious weakness in your beautiful eyes. It was unbelievably cruel that your so-called Dom forced you away and left you vulnerable. To this day, I am still infuriated that your 'Dom' forced himself on you simply because he'd had too much to drink. Does he still drink, darling Angel? Are you still his victim? I worry daily for your safety.
All that time we spent talking was such a joy. I was able to open up to you more than anyone else in my life. You understood me. You understand me like no one I've ever met. You made me feel like I matter. Just like your dad told you.
The night when we Joined was the most beautiful, exquisite and sensual evening of my life. I know you felt it too. Spending the first half of our evening dancing was the perfect prelude to our special moment. The way my long arms wrapped around your tiny waist. Your arms wrapped around my neck, your body melting into mine with the throbbing beat. It seemed we gazed into each other's eyes for hours, didn't it? Do you remember how I dipped you? Our hips meeting and grinding against one another? I know you felt how hard I was for you. It felt like I was hard for hours.
When I leaned you against the dark back wall so we could join, you fit so natural in my arms. The way you offered your submission, was a gift I will never forget. I felt the way your body responded to mine. I remember the feel of your tight ass as I slid the bracelet into your back pocket. It may sound crass but I have enjoyed myself many times to the memory of that deliciously firm backside. The dim lights of the club, the pumping bass, the heat of bodies pressing us ever closer. It was magic. The way your body melted into mine as our marks Joined, the relaxed muscles in your body as they rested against my hard frame. I wanted to claim you, Angel. I wanted you as mine. You brought out instincts in me that I never knew existed. You needed me in that moment and I was blessed and privileged to fill that need. You should have seen the look on your face, pure bliss, a small smile playing on your shell pink lips. When you bared your neck to me, I ran my nose up your long throat and smelled your deliciousness. Vanilla. Cinnamon. Boy. I wanted to moan, to cry out in ecstasy, but I held back, determined to not interrupt the time your body needed to grow strong. To grow strong from MY strength. You belonged to me in that moment.
I knew, though, that you weren't fully mine. Did you know that I wept silently as you pulled strength from me? I wanted you as my own so desperately that it caused my heart pain. I had to kiss you then. Just a soft kiss on that still turned neck. So soft. So warm. I saw a smile on your beautiful face when I pulled away. You liked how my lips felt against your bared flesh. I brought you strength and pleasure.
Do you remember the feeling of my lips on yours? When we were parked in your driveway and we kissed, it was so sweet, so passionate. My hands cupped your silky soft cheeks, holding you still to give you pleasure. I remember suckling and nipping at your bottom lip and the way you jumped a little and moaned. That sound went straight to my cock. And your tongue. Oh that glorious tongue, Angel. You tasted delicious, like ambrosia. Wrapping my hot tongue around yours, mimicking lovemaking, thrusting and sliding against one another. You were perfection. You are perfection.
After I dropped you off, I drove down to the next block and pulled over. I had to relieve the pressure you created in my hardened cock. I stroked my length to thoughts of you, my vanilla scented, blue eyed, sensual boy. I came so quickly, shouting your name. Kurt! My Angel, I cried out into the dark as I spilled into my hand. My thoughts of you were so intense I had to stop two more times on the long drive home to satisfy my longing for you.
Oh how exquisite it would be to make love to you. To wrap myself around your pale, soft body. To feel those mile long legs wrapped around my waist. Opening you up slowly, bringing you off quickly so I could bring you off again when I was deep inside you. Your beautiful voice would beg for me to take you, to ease the renewed ache inside you. I would thrust into you, bury myself deep into you. My cock is long and quite thick, so you would feel so very full, filled to the very brim with me. I would roll my hips as I thrust in and out of you. As your gasps turned into sighs, I would unwrap your legs from my waist and push them up over my shoulders, your natural flexibility adding to the extreme position. I would thrust even deeper than before, constantly brushing your prostate with my wide cock. Over and over I would ram into you until tears rolled down your face as your body could no longer contain your pleasure. I would demand that you come and instantly your cock would explode and white fluid would shoot out, covering us both with creamy stripes. Feeling you clench around me would bring me off and I would fill your ass so full of come that when I finally pulled out, my fluids would leak out of your gaping hole. I would run my finger through your come and suck it clean. You would taste divine, wouldn't you, sweet Angel. Musky, sweet, and all boy. As I write this, I am stroking my cock, picturing your lovely body splayed out for my pleasure.
My cellmate thinks my soulmate's name is Angel. Maybe it is. Are you my secret soulmate? If I could be there, would you be mine? You would, wouldn't you?
I was so hurt when you didn't contact me again. It was him, wasn't it? I know you wouldn't abandon me like that. Not willingly. That is why I had to take the steps I did to get you back. I had no choice.
When you were in my cabin and you were sleeping, you were so beautiful in your repose. I couldn't help myself, I had to touch you. I did not violate you, my sweet Angel. I just ran my hands up and down your silky arms and your beautiful face. I was saddened to see you so afraid. If he hadn't come and ordered you away from him, I know you would have made love with me. We might even be together to this very day.
My unearthly, exquisite Angel. I will come for you. I swear this on my very life. I will find you and take you away so you are safe. I will treasure you, I will worship you and I will make every hope and dream that you could ever think of come true. Wherever you want to live, wherever you want to go to college, I will take you there. I will pay any amount to make you happy. Everything will be yours. I will be yours. My body will be yours. And you, sweet Angel, will be mine. Forever.
I am all yours as you are my Angel,
Your Sebastian
Kurt sat there, his hands shaking so bad he could barely read the final sentences, the threats camouflaged as promises. He'd thought it was over. He thought Sebastian wasn't allowed to contact him. He looked at the two envelopes and knew what had happened. He had gotten someone to mail the letter for him.
The shock is so strong, the letter slips from his hands and he stared off into the distance. He vaguely noticed Blaine picking up the letter and standing as he read it. Kurt's guard was down and his bond was almost wide open. He was jerked from his shock when he felt cold fury race through his body and mind. The feelings were so intense, so strong, he lost the use of his body and slid off the couch, his head hitting the coffee table before collapsing on the floor. His hands lay out in front of him as if in supplication.
"Get your ass in the corner, arms behind your back and don't you dare move a muscle. Do not make a sound. Do not speak. I can no longer look at you!" Blaine roared, the order like a shockwave hitting Kurt to his very soul.
Kurt's body rushed to obey, crawling under the weight of the order and Blaine's anger. Once he was at the corner, he stood, his back ramrod straight, hands behind his back. Every muscle in his body was tensed so tight, tears of pain ran down his face in a steady stream. His fear was so thick, he had to swallow several times so he didn't vomit. Behind him he could hear Blaine storming back and forth, punching the walls as he walked by.
"He knows your aroused face? You exposed your neck to him? You practically fucked him on the dance floor, you faithless whore!" He screamed the last one in Kurt's face, pulling his head back and slapping him so hard his neck jerked back.
A scream tried to escape but the order to stay silent was too strong. Kurt felt like he couldn't breathe, but it didn't keep him from smelling the strong odor of alcohol on Blaine's breath. Oh dear god, he thought, he's drunk and pissed. His fear knew no bounds. He was more afraid now than when Sebastian had kidnapped him.
"Oh how sweet, Kurt, you are his fucking little Angel! Don't you love that! Don't worry, Angel," Blaine sneered. Kurt couldn't wince at the nickname even though he wanted to. "He is going to rescue you from your evil, torturous and pathetic Dom. Are you happy? He's got plans to fuck you, Angel. Are you excited? He offered to take you anywhere. You get to go to any college! How lucky for you! You don't have to help make your Dom's dream come true. You little bitch, you get your way after all don't you?"
Blaine kept shouting in Kurt's face, spit flying on him with no way of cleaning his face. He felt like he was drowning, his mind deluged by rage and hurt. Inwardly he was screaming and sobbing. Outwardly, tears ran down his face, but no sound escaped him, his shoulders didn't shake with the strength of his sobs. He tried to shut down the emotional bond, desperate for relief. His head hit the wall as Blaine shook him.
"Don't try to hide from me! Feel my anger! Feel how worthless you are, little sub!" he shouted.
Over and over until Kurt could no longer pay attention, Blaine sneered and yelled out lines from the letters, shaking the papers in his face.
Blaine's emotions were like a Dom order, firm and absolute with no way to escape. Kurt felt it all, the fury, hurt, jealousy, betrayal and the emotion that scared Kurt the most, the desire to hurt back.
Suddenly, Blaine threw the letter down and stomped toward the kitchen. Dread filled Kurt's body as he heard the utensil drawer open. He heard rustling around and then a slam as the drawer closed.
"Come here," Blaine demanded, his voice now calm and cold.
Kurt's body obeyed, instantly walking to the side of the couch. A whimper escaped him when he saw Blaine holding the wooden spoon. Dad! He screamed for his father deep inside. He wanted to be rescued. How had no one heard the screaming?
"Maybe I can beat that prick out of you, huh? If I beat you hard enough, will you respect me then? Will you be loyal and obedient? Will I finally be enough for you? Let's find out. Bend over," he commanded, bending Kurt's head to rest on the couch as his body was bent over the arm of the couch.
His mind screamed in fear as his pants were yanked down, exposing his bare ass. He knew he was in for more pain then he'd ever felt. Rage plus a drunk boxer was not good. Kurt began to fear for his safety, maybe even his life.
The first strike of the spoon across his ass was pure agony. His throat produced a shriek but his mouth wouldn't open. Each whip of the spoon increased the pain ten-fold. When Blaine decided his ass was abused enough, he began beating his thighs.
Somewhere around thirty, Kurt broke. His body couldn't take anymore. This time, his mouth cooperated and he began screaming loud and long, begging Blaine for mercy.
"You can't even follow the simplest order, you worthless sub!" Blaine yelled over his screams.
He continued screaming, finally calling for help, praying that someone would hear. Finally, finally, he heard the sound of the door hitting the wall.
"Blaine, Jesus Christ, get away from him!" he heard a voice shout.
"Oh, god, Kurt!" another voice yelled.
The heat of Blaine's body was suddenly removed from behind him and someone gently pulled his pants up, making him cry out in agony.
"Kurt, sweetie, I'm going to pick you up," Jeff's voice said in his ear. "It's going to hurt, but I've got to get you out of here."
Kurt couldn't talk, sobs wracking his pain-filled body. His body was lifted effortlessly and he screeched as his skin was stretched in new directions. As he was carried away, his eyes opened to see Blaine being restrained by Wes and Nick, Nick yelling in his face.
They passed Layla in the hall, talking on the phone with who Kurt assumed was the cops. She reached over and opened Jeff's dorm door and Jeff carried him through, kicking the door closed.
"Kurt, I need you to reach over and lock the door for me, okay?" Jeff said, his voice filled with anxiety.
It took all of Kurt's energy to focus and reach over to turn the lock on the door handle.
"Good job," he said. "I'm going to stand you up so I can pull out the sofa bed, okay?"
"'kay," Kurt answered weakly.
Jeff lowered him slowly to the floor. When his feet touched down, he stumbled, his knees almost giving out. Jeff directed his hands to the back of the couch to hold him up. Kurt shivered violently being near the arm of the couch.
"Shit," Jeff muttered. "Just hold on, sweetie. This will go quick. Luckily I keep a clean sheet on the mattress." He was rambling, trying to hurry, still in shock over what he'd seen. Kurt's backside and thighs had been so red they were shiny and already purpling.
"Okay, Kurt, we're all set. Come over here and I'll help you lay down. We're going to try and get you on your stomach," Jeff said.
It took some maneuvering and some screams from Kurt, but finally he was settled on the mattress on his stomach.
"Jeff," Kurt whispered between sobs.
"Yeah?" Jeff said, leaning close, smoothing Kurt's sweat soaked hair back from his red face.
"I'm done. I'm leaving. Please don't make me go back," Kurt pleaded weakly.
"No, you are definitely not going back, don't worry. I'm gonna get you a pillow, hold on," he said, his voice firm.
Jeff grabbed a pillow and by the time he came back, Kurt had passed out cold.