I struggled to free my hands from the tight rope tied around my bruised wrists. I had a feeling they were starting to bleed just by how hard I kept tugging at them.

My screams were silenced by the piece of cloth stuffed into my mouth and tied around my head.

Not only that, but my vision was also taken away from me by a blindfold and I knew this was no joke.

All I could rely on was my hearing so every small sound made me paranoid.

The room I was placed in was cold as ice to the point where my nose felt numb. Water kept dripping somewhere making me think I was in a basement.

Everything was silent as my mind kept racing to think of a way to escape.

The uncomfortable floor was hurting my butt and my legs were starting to cramp up. I have never felt so defeated in my life..

How did I end up like this?

Just then I heard the metal door creak open causing me to sit up straight. I listened carefully as heavy footsteps started to walk towards me once the door closed.

It was quiet until the somebody slapped me across the face. I fell sideways and cursed in my head when I knew I bit the inside of my cheek because of the damn cloth in my mouth.

I couldn't fight back and it was getting me angrier by the second.

Whoever this person was obviously had some real hatred towards me. Every hard kick I recieved to my stomach made horrible grunts try to escape my mouth.

I didn't feel any pain but I still felt the impact of the hit. It was like heavy pressure being pressed on my chest that wouldn't let me breath.

"Don't worry I won't bruise your flawless face. I'm not a complete monster..." the unfamiliar stranger mocked me as all I could hear was his deep voice echo through the room.

I tried to sit back down but I was met with a hard kick to the face. I could feel blood start to rush out of my noise as the horrible pressure ran through my face.

"Or am I.." he continued to mock and let out a creepy laugh that made me quickly realize my life was truly in danger.

I tried to breath through my broken nose but it was becoming more difficult with all the blood rushing out. I kept swallowing the metalic tasting blood in order to breath and my mouth was soon filing with it.

I started to choke so I was roughly yanked off the ground and on to my feet.

"Tell me something Royce..how can you bleed so much and not feel a single ounce of pain? What makes you so special?" the man's deep voice questioned, causing me to hear the way he practically cursed my name in anger.

This man was someone who knew me personally, but I couldn't recognize his voice..

"You look so vulnerable all tied up..you wouldn't mind if I touched you a little? Afterall, your lovely younger brother does it all the time."

I froze at hearing those words and didn't realize I was being sexually assaulted until I felt a hand start to rub my ass.

I tried to fight back but was met with another punch to the stomach. "Play nice Royce or I will have to punish you." the man warned in a sing song voice.

I fell on to my knees and tried to control my heavy breathing. My chest was rising up and down in a rapid speed.

Never did I imagine myself ever ending up like this in some perverts basement.

"I think that'll be enough fun for today. I'll see you in a couple of days, hopefully you don't die of thirst." the annoying words were said followed by another creepy laugh that made me want to rip out of the rope and beat his head into the wall.

The door creaked open and soon a sad silence was left behind. I didn't move as I felt extremely tired, which was a clear indication that I was pretty badly beaten.

I wanted to go home.

I wanted to yell out for help.

Who would want to hurt me this bad? I can think of some people but I never thought anybody would go to the extreme and kidnapp me.

This was complete torture and humilation.

I don't know how much time passed by before my body finally collapsed to the floor.

I didn't want to fall asleep but it was no longer my choice..my restless body couldn't handle it anymore.

Darkness was already surrounding me so it was easy to finally rest.

When I was awaken again my mouth was dry and my breathing was shallow.

"Did my baby have a nice nap?"

I tried to swallow the sour taste in my mouth at the pet name coming out of my kidnappers disgusting mouth.

I was roughly made to stand on my feet and a firm hand started to untie the cloth on my mouth. My jaw felt numb from how long it was forced to be open but when I was finally able to completely close it, it felt even worse.

"Drink." was the command given to me as the rim of a cup was placed right on my lips.

I denied the drink and knew better than to trust this pervert. Who knew what kind of drugs he mixed in the drink he was offering.

My mouth might be watering at the single thought of water but I wasn't going to give in so easily.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Royce." my kidnapper said through gritted teeth as he forced my mouth open and poured the liquid in.

I spit out the water right back up and tried my best to aim at the perverted freak in front of me even though I couldn't see.

"You are seriously playing with fire little boy!" he yelled and shoved me so hard to the ground that I landed on my back.

My aim must of been right.

I then heard the pervert start to unbuckle his belt causing me to try to sit up but he aggressively pushed me back down.

My muscles felt sore and I didn't have the same strength anymore.

For once I was afraid of what was going to happen to me.

My shirt was lifted up and my bare torso felt the cold air in the room. After a couple of dead silent seconds a whipping noise was heard.

My stomach was then brutally hit with the buckle of the belt over and over again.

"Are you done misbehaving? Will you finally be my good boy and listen to me?" the disgusting man spit in my face and slapped me.

I coughed to clear my throat then laughed. "Fuck you." I said in a hoarse voice.

My blindfold was then quickly removed making me shut my eyes close at the sudden bright light.

Everything was blurry as I narrowed my eyes to try to get a glance at the perverted bastard that kidnapped me.

But as I started to make out his face structure I heard somebody calling my name.

I looked up at the white ceiling and suddenly everything vanished...

"Royce, wake up!"

It's like I entered a different world when I saw the brat looking at me with worried eyes. I observed my surroundings to make sure this was real and was more than happy to be back in my room.

I wiped my sweaty forehead as Chris got in bed with me. He placed his hand on my chest and felt my rapid heartbeat.

"You must of had a pretty terrifying nightmare." he said with sympathy and gently caressed my forehead.

I sighed and layed back down.

"I don't want to sleep anymore." I truthfully said once I realized it was 2:00 a.m.

"Then I'll stay up with you." Chris replied with a smile and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

He got up and went to turn off the lights, making the room dark again. The feeling of being blindfolded rushed to my mind.

I bit my lip and hated this feeling..

I was scared.

The brat layed his body next to mine again and wrapped his arm around my hip. He hid his face in the crook of my neck causing me to lean down and do the same.

I have never held somebody so close to me before but something about having the brat with me, eased my fear.

His body heat and sweet scent relaxed every tense bone in my body. I was glad he didn't question me about my nightmare.

It was quiet as Chris and I both held eachother.

"Nightmares are not real, Royce. It was all in your head..I promise." the brat whispered to try to comfort me.

"I know." I replied and lifted my head off of his neck.

I kissed his parted lips and slowly moved them along with his. I slipped my tongue inside his warm mouth causing him to gently suck on it.

I gave him one last kiss before going to the bathroom.

I turned on the light and closed the door behind me. I washed my face with cold water and tried to clear my head of the nightmare.

My reflection on the mirror showed how tired my eyes were. I took off my shirt and decided a quick shower would help me go back to sleep.

As I looked down to take off my bottoms my movements stopped when I saw new marks on my torso.

I looked at my relection in the mirror again and inspected my body to find red scaring marks on me.

My heart started to beat rapidly again and the fear was hitting me hard once more.

These marks were right where the man in my nightmare whipped me with his belt...

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"Royce?"

"Royce, are you feeling okay?"

"Hello Royce!"

I stared up at Pablo and rubbed my sleepy eyes. "I'm fine. Leave me alone." I replied.

"Are you sick? You look a bit pale." Pablo questioned and sat beside me on the couch to further inspect my face.

I pushed his annoying face away from me with my hand and focused my attention back on the t.v.

"You have some pretty deep bags under your eyes and you look angrier than usual. Are you getting enough sleep? Or is there something bothering you?" Pablo continued to talk.

I rolled my eyes at his words and flicked his nose. "Go. away." I told him seriously.

It was bad enough I was only sleeping only a couple of hours at night and now I had to deal with this human being I called 'brother'.

Since I had my first nightmare it seems they just got worse every night after that. I have had nightmare after nightmare which is why I avoid sleeping sometimes.

They just feel to real and confuse me as to what world I'm actually in when I wake up.

"I heard you taking a shower at 3:00 a.m last night so I know there's something bothering you, Royce." Pablo informed and turned off the t.v.

I let out an annoyed sigh and looked at Pablo. "You're a nosy fucker. I just felt like showering." I told him.

Pablo crossed his arms and stared back at me. "I know you're lying just by the simple face that when we were kids you always wanted to take a bath filled with bubbles after you had a bad day." he replied.

I stayed quiet and didn't think Pablo would remember that..

"So tell me what's wrong, Royce. I'm your brother and I can try to help you with whatever is keeping you up." Pablo told me with a sincere smile.

I glanced down at my lap and played with my fingers for a bit.

I didn't even know how to explain to Pablo what was happening to me. He would probably say the same thing the brat did.

That nightmares aren't real and so on but they didn't know how I felt.

"I've just been having nightmares." I told Pablo with a shrug and crossed my arms.

"Oh..have you tried drinking some tea or something? Maybe Angela can help you out." Pablo replied and patted my shoulder.

"That's not the problem. I can actually feel what happens to me in my nightmares." I stated in a low voice.

Pablo chuckled and teasingly messed with my hair. "We've all had those type of nightmares, Royce. No need to be scared." he softly replied.

I lifted up my shirt and pointed to the new marks on my body from my last nightmare I had. "Then why when I wake up don't they vanish like everything else?" I asked and pointed at my torso.

The fearful and worried expression Pablo wore on his face as he stared at my marks made it clear to me that these weren't normal nightmares...