I rolled around and snuggled into warm skin. When my eyes opened I saw his pale chest, I looked up at him and he was awake and texting someone. I moved a bit away from him only to have him pull me back to lay on his chest.

"Don't worry bout doing nothing today, we made a lot of money yesterday and I need a break, I might go out later tonight for a quick couple of runs," he said and set down his phone. "Which means," he started, "you can be on the long chain today and walk around the house."

I think I gave him the blankest stare I could muster because his smirk faded a bit.

"Oh what did you think I'd let you walk around entirely freely?" He grabbed my chin and propped my face to him, "never. I know you'll run~"

He's right I would.

He jumped up and I watched him go to the closet with the long chain and cuffed my hand chain to it, then cuffed the long chain outside of the bedroom on a pipe.

He tossed a towel on me, "take a shower or bath if you want, I'm gonna make some food."

I nodded at him and stood up, a little bit hungover from last night still, I tripped slightly. He looked back into the room.

"Does someone need help bathing?" He said and started walking towards me. I sat back on the bed and shook my head no. "You still look fucked up cupcake, take this," He handed me a blunt and lit it after he stuck it in my mouth.

I never thought I'd be tired of smoking weed. Right now it's making me sick.

I inhaled and exhaled the smoke then closed my eyes. I laid back down on the bed and put my hands over my stomach. He crawled on top of me and took a hit over me, blowing the smoke into my face.

"C'mon Marti, I'll join you," he whispered and helped me up. He walked me to the bathroom and sat me on the chair in the bathroom. He uncuffed me, shut the door and locked it, then pulled off my shirt and started unbuckling my pants.

I-I can't be blamed for this can I? I'm still fucked up after all and I'm a hormonal mother fucker...

I bit my lip as he unbuckled my belt and he took notice of the movement of my hips. He moved my face up and kissed me softly, licking my lips and running his fingers through my hair.

"You make it so hard for me Marti..." he whispered against my lips and chuckled. "I'm trying my best not to fuck your brains out," he kissed me again and put his hand on my throat, "the more I wait the harder it is." He said and I stood up, I put my hands on his chest and pushed him against the wall, I kissed him in the heat of the moment. He smirked and gripped my hips then grinded against me, "get in the shower Marti," he demanded.

He took off his clothes, I watched him strip off his shirt quickly and throw it down, and while looking into my eyes he pulled off his pants slowly. I let the rest of my clothes off and stepped into the bathtub. I closed the curtain only for him to open it a few seconds later.

My eyes trailed down and he smirked at me, "you like what you see?" I looked away shyly and bit my lip. He stepped in and the hot water started beating over his skin and trailing back onto me. I smiled at him as licked his lips at me. His fingers ran down my body and my fingers trailed up his. "I'm going to fuck you up Marti."

He kissed down my neck and reached behind me. I shuddered at the cold soap he sprayed on me.

Why... why am I so into this?

He started rubbing up and down my body, he turned me around and I felt him start touching all over my body with the slippery soap. I let out moans of pleasure, and gripped the bar in the shower. He touched every single part of my body gently and slowly, then rinsed over me with warm water.

I knew I was panting and moaning but I didn't care one bit, everything felt so amazing in that moment. I sat on my knees and looked up at him, he gave me a satisfied smirk, "you look so cute down there," I started kissing around his hips and running my nails down his sides. "Fuck.." he let out in a slight grown as I placed my lips around the tip. He gripped my hair and moved my mouth for his pleasure.

When he was finished he pulled me up and kissed me roughly, pinning me against the wall again, "I fucking love you Marti," he said breathless.

He turned off the water and wrapped me in a towel and kissed my neck. He gently moved me to the bedroom and cuffed me to the headboard.

"Now it's your turn to cum Marti," he whispered against my lips, he licked my bottom lip and started kissing down my body. He scratched down my sides and immediately wrapped his mouth around the tip and started moving his head up and down. He gripped into my thighs making me jerk, I shuddered at his intense touch.

"F-fuck Trevor..." I said out and gripped at the cuffs and arched my back as I was climaxing quickly.

"So quick, you're so innocent Marti," he said to me with a smirk on his face, "I can't wait to see what kind of face you make when I take you."

"S-shut up man," I said and covered my face with my free hand.

He moved my hand away, "make me," he said and kissed me passionately. He jumped off the bed, "I'll get started on food, you roll blunts, make me some lines," he said and winked at me.

He uncuffed me from the bed and cuffed me back to the long chain. I went out to the living room and started rolling blunts for him and I cut him five lines. I sat back when I was done and watched him in the kitchen and the tv.

"MOTHER FUCKING SHIT," he yelled after dropping a glass.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I stood up and started walking towards him.

He turned back to me with intense anger in his eyes, I stopped and then he calmed down almost instantly, "I'm alright, I'm just angry that I'm running out of fucking cups."

"I would go buy you more but yknow," I laughed as I raised the cuff up.

He laughed back with me, his laugh got a little aggressive after a while which made me stop but he did as well.

He can be quite unnerving at times... not even with just his violent tendencies.

"Get ready to eat," he said and came over with the food done.

He gave me a small tray with a bowl of cereal, bacon, eggs, and French toast on a plate and a glass of orange juice. Trevor has the same thing on his tray except he had a glass water.

It's probably not water but whatever.

He turned on the tv and saw the news was on, they were talking about how another murder happened last night. "Oh fuck this is while we were working too," Trevor said a little surprised.

"Are you afraid of the Castle City boogie man or something?" I teased, poking his arm.

"Yes," he said in a very serious tone.

"Oh," I said and sat back, I placed my hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry."

"Don't answer the door tonight for anyone if I have to head out at all okay?" He said.

"Uh... yeah I won't I promise," I said.

I honestly wouldn't want to open the door to the murderer going around anyways.

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Trevor started heading out for the night and gathering all his items he needed. "remember Marti, don't open the door for anyone at all, even if they claim to be me," he said.

"Claim to be you?" I asked.

"Don't worry about that detail just don't open the door okay?" He said and came up to me, he hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead.

"I won't I promise," I said and hugged him back.

He gave me a long kiss and bit my lip, "I love you," he whispered as he left and closed the door behind him, it was 1am by the time he left to go do his work. I started looking around the house and noticed it was just dirty and disorganized.

If I'm going to be held captive forever I'd at least want the house to be clean.

I started with organizing everything and hung up the paintings that he had laying on the ground and against the walls, as I got the last painting hung up, a knock was at the door. but not the usual knock.

It's obviously not Trevor at the door.

"Hello? excuse me? I need to use your phone I'm very badly injured and this is the only house around," another knock they gave. I didn't make any noise.

It sounds heartless but I'd never be stupid enough to open the door to someone who says that, that's a classic bullshit line, especially in the kinda city we live in.

But it's not like I could pretend I'm not home the lights are all on...

"Hello please, please help me," I could hear him dragging his nails down the door. "Please," he begged with a somber voice. Put chills down my spine for some reason. I started walking away from the door and went to the kitchen to grab a knife, just in case.

"I know you're in there," he said in a deep, more stern voice. He seemingly growled and hit his fist against the door, "open the fucking door."

I felt my body shaking with fear and adrenaline, this guy is quite obviously not injured, I can't even call Trevor or even leave the house because I'm attached to this chain.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

"Open up little bitch you can't hide from me," he chuckled and hit the door again, "I'm gonna taste your flesh when I get inside." I backed away from the door shaking slightly.

This guy is talking like a complete whack job. I shouldn't wish this but I wish Trevor was here. At least then I know this weird guy at the door won't kill me.

What if it's the Castle City Murderer?

"I'm going to get inside princess, May as well let me in," he growled and kicked the door.

I could feel the sweat dripping down my back.

Honestly if Trevor fears the Castle City Murderer that must mean he really is bad... I wouldn't take Trevor to be scared of anything easily ever. Right now I'm terrified. I don't know what to think.

After ten minutes of this guy hitting the door and saying obscene things through it, I could hear the door knob beginning to break. My breath hitched at the sound and I walked to the bedroom window to see him hitting the doorknob, this guy was wearing a demon mask. His head snapped to where I was standing and he ran towards the window and slammed his body into it. it cracked slightly, as well as my confidence in this entire situation.

Trevor just repacked that... I hope he replaced it properly. Not like it matters he's going to shatter the window I bet.

I ran back to the living room and could hear the glass shattering, "I'm inside little boy," he chuckled evily. I ran to the kitchen and hid inside the cupboard with the knife ready to go. Every step he took seemed louder than the last, "I know where you are, you're not going to survive this sweetheart," the man said. He picked up the chain and pulled on it slightly.

Motherfucker... no no fuck no.

I just kept praying someone, even Trevor would show up in this moment, unfortunately it was the man who opened the cupboard door, I lunged forward with the knife, and got it stuck in his shoulder. He yelled out and grabbed my hair and yanked me out of the cupboard entirely.

"Fuck you!" I yelled out in pain as I was thrown into the fridge and stove, smashing the glass over me. I was scrambling to get up, I tried crawling away. He grabbed my hair again and dragged me to the living room. I yelled a bit in pain and grabbed onto his wrists and tried to move his arms with no luck. "You son of a bitch!"

"So what is a little boy like you living alone in the woods anyways? Don't you know there are people like me walking around?" he said and threw me on the ground. He gave me one hard kick to my stomach making me curl over. I tried to crawl away from him and he stepped on my stomach, pinning me to the ground. "I usually don't judge people's kinks, but, why would you chain yourself to your own house?"

"This isn't my house," I coughed out, "you fucking idiot." I spat at him.

"Someone's got a lot of spunk," he said and grabbed me by my hair again, he threw my head down, making my head slam onto the tile part.

"Yeah I fucking do you cock sucker!" I growled at him and coughed up blood. I wiped my mouth and tried to move up but he gripped the front of my hair and pulled me halfway off the ground. I winced in pain.

I saw the door opening slowly and quietly behind the man, it was Trevor in the door, the look on his face is something I hope would never be aimed at me.

This expression will give me nightmares I'm sure.

As the man got his knife about to stab me, Trevor chuckled, "that's my toy you fucking idiot."

The man stopped and turned his head around and looked at Trevor in the doorway with a pistol, "oh Trevor... it's nice to know you're still alive."

"Shut the fuck up," Trevor said and shot at the man, the man tried to get out of the way but I kicked him in the back of his knees with both of my feet. I rolled away as fast as I could, then I reached over, and grabbed the knife in his shoulder and ripped it out. He yelled out and I jumped away from him, he grabbed the chain and yanked me back then held his arm around my neck.

"What are you gonna do now little boy?" He asked as he started strangling me. I bit into his arm and Trevor stepped on his face. He yelled out in agony, I could hear his nose crunching under Trevor's boot. I got away finally and I ran to the kitchen and stayed there.

I watched as Trevor slowly walked up to the man, "y'know, I thought you'd be dead in a ditch by now, but after seeing the news I knew you were alive," he said angrily, "I didn't think you'd be back so soon, are you stupid?"

They know each other?!

"You know me, I can't stay away from this city, it's just too addicting," the man laughed.

"Marti, meet my father, we're going to kill him if he can't escape this house," Trevor said with a serious tone, kicking his father in the head, making his father topple over and grab the carpet. "I'm not gonna make it easy for you to escape, I hope you're aware of that," he said and spat in his fathers face.

"T-this is your father?" I asked and gripped the knife, "wait... he's the Castle City killer... isn't he?" I asked.

"Yes," Trevor said and pointed his gun at his father, cocking the gun.