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troye looked suspiciously around the room. trying to think of a way out, of the incredibly large dinner. tyler must’ve saw troye looking cautiously around the room, since he finally asked troye, ‘what’s wrong with you?’, as if troye was dysfunctional. troye didn’t have anything to say to him, as he simply shrugged. “stop acting like that.” tyler said, threateningly. troye simply tilted his head down, in any attempt to get tyler off his shoulders. when the waiter came back, troye picked up his head, and looked at the food. he felt overwhelmed. he slowly pulled the plate towards him, looking anxiously at the food.
he picked at the food, hardly touching it. when tyler’s phone began to ring, tyler looked up, and excused himself to the restroom. when tyler was really gone, troye got up calmly, walked towards the door, and began to run. he ran for his life, family, and home. he ran down the street, and when he thought he was far enough, he began to yell for a ride. he screamed and shouted at the passing cars, but it wasn’t like anyone was going to stop for him. he fell to his knees and screamed, praying to god, that tyler didn’t find him.
troye wasn’t a very religious person, but he did pray. although, only when there was trouble.
troye watched as a car pulled up next to him, troye stood up happily that a car stopped. but when he saw tyler, his smile dropped. “i don’t want to.” troye spoke softly. “how many times am i going to have to tell you, i don’t care?” tyler said, blowing a puff of smoke through his chapped lips. “i just want to go home, please! i won’t say anything about you.” troye said, keeping his voice low. “it doesn’t work like that.” tyler said, taking in a whiff of the cigarette. “at least, let me just live with you! i’ll do anything, please. i beg of you!” troye said, loosing control of his patience. “get in the fucking car, or i’m going to make you.” tyler said blowing out another puff of smoke. troye stood his ground and spoke clearly when he responded, “you didn’t answer my question. there’s an open road, that i’m willing to run into.”
tyler flicked the ashes off the end of the cigarette, and looked at troye cautiously. “i’ll see what i can do. no guarantees, but i’ll try.” tyler said, and that was all it took for troye to get in the car. “you’re so gullible, kid.” tyler said, as he began driving. troye looked over at tyler, and made the scary decision. he quickly opened the door, and got ready to jump out of the speeding car. “what the fuck are you doing?!” tyler yelled, trying to keep his eyes on the road and on troye at the same time. “i don’t want this. i’d rather die trying to get away, than never getting away!” he screamed. “fine! fine! i’ll let you stay with me, for tonight! now close the dam door!” tyler shouted. troye somewhat happily shut the door and sat back in his seat.
he watched as tyler drove, since he was focusing on the street. troye could see tyler’s eyebrows scrunched together, and the lines of stress on his forehead. he examined the bit of stubble on his face. he also looked at the suit tyler had worn. it was the slick black one, that’d he’d seen before. he watched as tyler pulled into the driveway of a enormous sized house. “we’re here.” tyler said, massaging his temple it’s his fingers.
“you can sleep in that room,” tyler said, holding a blanket and pillow. “also, make sure you stay in your room during the night- even if you hear noises.” tyler said as he began walking away. troye nervously rushed into the room, with an unmade bed. he laid down, and covered his ears tightly.
troye’s eyes fluttered open. he quickly shifted and turned on the light next to him, to look at his watch. 2:32 AM the time read. he then heard screams and cries above him. yelling sounds filled the house, but even after tyler’s notice, troye got up and opened the door, to follow the noise. when he could hear the noise come from behind a door, he shifted. with all his might he looked through the spacing under the door. what he saw shocked him, and he then began thinking over, if asking to live with tyler was the right decision.
he saw a man, the one who had picked him up from the streets, cuffed to a table, while tyler whipped him harshly. he watched as tyler, jerked off the man laying down. troye felt ashamed watching, but he couldn’t move his eyes. “please! a little more!” the man begged, and that’s when tyler stopped. “how dare you ask for more. you ungrateful shit!” tyler said as he whipped the man enough to leave a read mark. troye shifted, causing the wood under him to screech. tyler’s eyes darted to the door, and that’s when troye knew it was time to leave. troye ran into his room, shut the door and shut his eyes.
he quickly pulled the blanket over his face, trying to hide. thank god, troye actually fell asleep, and wasn’t awake, for tyler to punish him, then and there. But now he had to worry more about what would possibly happen tomorrow morning.
troye opened his eyes, and groaned as the sound of knocking hit the door. “i’m coming inside.” the masculine voice said, as the door opened widely. troye quickly pulled the sheets over his bare chest, since he did feel a bit warm last night, and he stripped out of the shirt. but, to his surprise, it wasn’t tyler. instead, the man that he saw yelling last night.
“breakfast is ready, sir.” the man, he saw last night said, picking up the shirt, and handing it to troye. troye nodded, moving the sheets away, and pulling his shirt on. “the restroom is down the hall, first door on the right. freshen up, and come quickly. the food will get cold.” he said, turning around and walking out.
troye quickly cleaned himself up, and found himself lost, in attempt to find the kitchen. troye wandered into a room, with terrifying paintings and photos. men and women chained were tied to various things and tears fell down their painted faces.
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