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I’m gonna have a bit of a break before Part II comes out as I start my first year as a freshman at uni in a few days but I’ll start writing the new chapters in a couple months time once I’ve settled in and all that
Thanks for keeping with the story and hope you all enjoy the new chapter!
Chapter 13 - The Final Stage of Grief
Oliver’s groggy eyes began to slowly open. He still wore the rigid collar around his neck and the tight, leather shorts over his lower half that covered no further than his essentials. He tried to stretch out his aching limbs but found they didn’t budge an inch. He looked down at his body and remembered he had been securely restrained to the bed the night before, in exactly the same way he had been on the first night, with his arms, legs and body firmly immobilised.
It was now a new day. Not long after Noah had left Oliver alone in the dungeon the previous day, Daniel had returned and freed him from his restraints. He had put him back into the handcuffs and hobbles and forced him to do some washing up and tidy a few rooms. Nothing too hard but still emotionally and physically draining. However, Oliver had noticed throughout the evening that they had been acting strangely towards him. They had still continued to treat him like the worthless slave boy he now was, but it was like they knew something he didn’t and were trying to hide something. They even gave him an early night and didn’t try to force him into any sort of deranged bondage games that Oliver was sure they had planned for him in the dungeon. He could definitely tell that they were trying to save his strength for something and he hated not knowing what it was for…
After he had been fed some more disgusting tin food that evening and given some time alone in the bathroom to shower and take care of any other bathroom necessities, he was strapped down to the bed in his room by his two masters, like he had been the previous night, and eventually fell into a deep sleep.
And now, after waking up from his slumber, he simply just stared at the ceiling, imagining all the different ways he could possibly escape the two insane men. He evidently had no luck, however.
About thirty minutes had passed before Daniel finally unlocked the door and walked into the room. He wore a black leather jacket, over a plain black t shirt, and sported a pair of denim jeans. He walked forwards towards the large bed and sat down on the side of it beside his captive, looking directly into his eyes.
“Glad to see you’re awake, slave. You did well yesterday with your jobs. Keep this attitude up and we might even give you a little reward soon.”
Oliver wasn’t sure what to say back. On one hand, a “reward” did sound promising, but the fact that he was actually looking forward to being rewarded for being an obedient slave was just so messed up.
“Thank you, master” Oliver feebly replied, seeing as there was no option to say anything else.
Daniel sinisterly grinned.
“Alright then, slave. I’m gonna remove these restraints from your body and then move you over to that chair over there. There’s something I need to speak to you about.”
Oliver’s mind began to race with all sorts of different thoughts.
Was this why him and Noah were acting so strangely last night?, he thought to himself, What was Daniel planning to to tell him?
The brawny man unstrapped the young Oliver from the bed and hoisted him up onto his feet. His body was still in pain from the brutal torture he had been subjected to the day before, however, he found that the pain had become less intense now than it was before and his body was, very slowly, beginning to recover from the intense ordeal. Daniel gripped his slave by the upper arm and walked him over to the wooden chair in the corner of the room before gently sitting him down upon it. He then reached in to one of the cupboards beside and pulled out several long coils of rope. Oliver offered no resistance as the older man began to secure his body firmly to the chair. Just like how he had been tied up when he first arrived in the house, his wrists were tightly tied behind him to the backpost before his biceps, torso, thighs and ankles all became equally restrained to the chair, ensuring there was no possible way for him to get free. When Daniel was done, he took out another wooden chair and sat down upon it opposite his slave. His hypnotic eyes looked straight into Olivers’.
“Listen, there’s something I need to tell you” he told the younger boy with a serious tone in his voice.
Oliver gazed back at the man with a look of curiosity, but also anxiety, in his eyes.
“What is it?” he replied.
“Well, yesterday, after we had unlocked your phone and had a little look at it, we came across a message. I was gonna tell you yesterday but you had already gone through so much, so I decided to wait till the morning, after you had got a good nights sleep.”
“A message?… wha… what do you mean?”
“It was from that girlfriend of yours… what’s her name…ummm Emma.”
Oliver’s heart began to race and his palms became sweaty.
“What? Is she okay?”
“Yeah yeah, she’s fine. But umm… well she’s got a bit of news for you.”
“What kind of news?”
Daniel hesitated for a moment.
“Hey” Oliver exclaimed, “Come on, tell me! What do you mean she has news? What are you going on about?”
The older man reached into his pocket and took out Oliver’s phone.
“It’s probably best you read it yourself” he said as he tapped a few buttons and held the screen out in front of Oliver’s eyes. The boy stared at the screen and began reading the text in his head.
‘Hey Ollie I’ve been trying to call you but you haven’t been picking up…look don’t worry about it but I just need to get this out there so you know the truth. You know how I’ve been telling u that I’ve been ill this past week, well my mum said i should get myself checked out at the doctors and see what they say. So I went yesterday morning and they went through loads of tests and all that and then they told me the reason I’ve been sick is cause i’m pregnant. Babe i don’t know what to do! We’re literally both only 18!! I don’t even know how it happened, we were being super careful weren’t we?? i’ve done 3 tests already and they’ve all come back positive. Ollie i’m literally so lost right now… I haven’t even told my parents yet. Can u come over to mine tonight cause we need to speak about this properly. Just call me when you get this okay? Xx’
Daniel watched as Oliver’s face began to solidify like a statue. His mouth became slightly widened and his eyes froze on the spot staring straight at the screen. A few moments later, Daniel took the phone away from Oliver’s face and placed it back in his pocket. All kinds of thoughts and emotions whirled inside of him like a tornado as he struggled to come to terms with the news.
“How… what… is this for real?” he finally managed to say in such a shocked state that he couldn’t even manage to bring his words together properly.
“Yes, this is real, Oliver” Daniel replied with an unfriendly grin, “You’re gonna be a dad at eighteen years old.”
Oliver struggled to comprehend the biggest news of his life. All sorts of questions began to fly around in his mind. Was Emma really pregnant? Was he seriously gonna become a dad at eighteen?!
Daniel took great pleasure in making Oliver feel even more vulnerable.
“Do you realise how big this is for you, Oliver?” Daniel taunted, “You’re still a kid yourself and soon enough they’ll be a baby on the way you’ll have to look after for the rest of your life. I’m twenty-four and I can’t even begin to imagine having that much responsibility in my life so early on. You’re eighteen, Oliver.
Eighteen and nearly about to become a dad.”
Oliver stared into the air in front of him, struggling to process everything.
“I… I need to talk this through with her. Can you get her on the phone?! I really need to speak to her right now.”
“Why?” Daniel replied calmly.
“What do you mean why?!” Oliver yelled, “You’ve literally just told me I’m gonna become a fucking dad!! Just get me on the phone to her now, I need to speak with her.”
Daniel sat forward in his seat so that his eyes were now only centimetres away from Olivers’.
“And if you do speak to her… what are you going to say?
The teenager hesitated for a moment.
“Well… I… I’d just talk it out with her. Ask her if she’s gonna keep it and think about how we’re gonna move forward.”
“Move forward? How? You’ve already given your life up to me now, there’s no going back.”
Oliver felt a wave of anger spread across his body.
“You can’t seriously expect me to stay here now my girlfriend is pregnant!!” he yelled at the top of his voice, “I need to go back and sort this whole thing out in person.”
Oliver tried to wriggle out of his bonds but evidently failed with not even the tiniest inch of movement. Daniel calmly leant back in his chair and smiled.
“You know, I admire your dedication and determination, Oliver. You’re never afraid to stand up for yourself or for your friends and family. It’s one of the reasons why I like you so much.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?! Untie me now!!” Oliver yelled, continuing to worthlessly wriggle around.
Daniel continued to sit back in his chair with a calm expression on his face. Normally, he would have hauled his slave over to the dungeon to inflict painful methods of torture upon him as a lesson for resisting and speaking such language to his masters. However, this time, he actually wanted Oliver to struggle and get all his anger and rage out of him. It was all a carefully constructed plan sadistically conjured up by Daniel to eventually manipulate the boy from wanting to leave. He smiled and continued speaking.
“Let’s say I untie you right now and let you go back home. Then what? You just gonna walk straight back to your girlfriend and “talk it out”? She’s pregnant Oliver, this isn’t just gonna go away after a little conversation.”
“Don’t you think I know that?!” Oliver cried, clearly on the verge of tears. He stopped trying to struggle and looked down at the floor in anguish.
“I don’t want to be a dad at this age… I can’t… I’m not ready… but I can’t just leave on her own to deal with it! Whether she decides to keep it or not, I need to be with her and support her all the way.”
Tears began to stream down the teenager’s face as he sat in his imprisoning chair, still struggling to process the news.
Daniel stood up from his chair and knelt beside Oliver, looking into his sorrowful, desolated eyes. He wiped the tears away from the younger boy’s face and gently stroked his cheek like a father comforting his 5 year old child.
“If you go back, you’re never gonna be happy again, you know” he said in a gentle voice, “Your mum and dad will forever hate you for getting your girlfriend pregnant, you do realise that, don’t you?”
“They don’t even know I have a girlfriend” Oliver sobbed, tears still continuing to stream from his eyes.
Daniel hesitated for a few moments, carefully thinking of something to say next.
“…So they’ll be even more furious once they learn you’ve been keeping such a big secret from them all this time” the older man continued in his tender voice, “I doubt they’ll put up with you for much longer after this, Oliver. They’ll chuck you out on the streets the second you return home.”
“No” Oliver protested, “No they wouldn’t do that to me. They love me, they’ll understand.”
“They left their teenage son all alone at home while they went off on their own little holiday without you. Does that sound like love to you?”
Oliver didn’t reply. Not because he was fed up of listening to what Daniel had to say… but because he was actually beginning to wonder whether maybe what he was being told was true.
Daniel could tell on the younger boy’s face that he was starting to fall for his manipulative ways, just like he had planned.
“This baby is going to change your life Oliver, and not in a good way” the older man continued, “Do you really think Emma will stay with you after this? Even if she decides not to keep the baby, she’ll still blame you for getting her pregnant and putting her through so much shit. So will everyone you know. She will break up with you, Oliver, she’s probably already planning how she’s gonna tell you now.”
Oliver looked down at the floor in despair, taking in everything he was being told. Daniel continued to wipe some more tears away from the teenager’s smooth cheeks.
“You won’t have a home to go back to, you won’t even have people to look after you and love you. And if your girlfriend does decide to go through with the pregnancy… well then you’re gonna have to spend every minute of your life and every penny that you have raising it and looking after it and being there for it when it needs you… and all of that at just eighteen years old. Does that sound like much of a life to you?”
Oliver was now lost in his deep thoughts. He was beginning to question whether he really wanted to go back home after all now. Daniel gently grasped the boy’s chin and tilted his head up slightly so that his delicate, innocent eyes now looked directly into Daniel’s hypnotic ones.
“Can’t you see now, Oliver?” he said in a gentle, soothing tone, “We were always meant to find each other. The world brought us together because you know, deep down, that you need me, you always have. If you stay here, you’ll never have to worry about any of the things I’ve just told you about. I won’t ever turn my back on you and leave you like how your parents did to you. You’ll never have to worry about paying bills or getting a job or working tirelessly every hour of every day just to keep a roof over your head.”
Daniel began to gently stroke Oliver’s face as if he were a baby, making the younger boy feel genuine feelings of comfort and relaxation.
“I will always take good care of you and will forever shelter you from all the pain and misery that lies out there in the real world. All I ask in return, is that you do whatever I tell you to and let me own you from now on, so that you never have to worry about anything ever again.”
For the first time, Oliver no longer felt afraid to be around Daniel. In fact, he felt more feelings of peace around him than he’d ever felt before. Up till now, he had always seen Daniel and Noah as these evil, sadistic kidnappers with the only intention being to make his life as miserable as it could possibly be. But now he felt differently. Looking back, the only times the two men had ever hurt him, which he now felt he probably deserved, was when he was acting up and being defiant. Other than that, they always seemed to show genuine affection towards him. They fed him well, let him shower every night, even gave him a comfortable bed to sleep on. Perhaps, he had misunderstood Daniel and Noah. Maybe he was finally seeing them now for the kind, genuine people that they were. Maybe this was truly the best life for him after all.
With an emotionless expression, he looked up to face the older man.
“Yes, master” he calmly replied, “I will do whatever you ask.”
Daniel tried to keep a serious expression but, in the end, he couldn’t help letting a sly grin peep out from his face. He had finally done it. He had finally manipulated and broken Oliver down into the perfect, idyllic teenage slave he had always hoped to have. One that would now never object to or ever question his commands. One that would now be under his complete control every second of every day from now on.
The domineering control freak then stood up from his chair and towered over his submissive.
“Very good, slave, you’ve made the right decision. I’ll be back with your other master soon so enjoy the rest of your break. When we’re back… we’ll have lots of fun together.”
He grinned as he watched his restrained captive nod and sit silently in his chair like the good, obedient slave Daniel had always dreamed of having.
The older man then turned and walked straight out of the room, locking the door behind him like he usually did, and leaving his teenage slave, bound to the chair, all alone with his thoughts. Oliver felt lots of different emotions swirling around inside of him as he finally began to realise that there really was nothing to go home to now. His master was right, he thought to himself, if his parents truly loved him, they wouldn’t have just abandoned him to go sit on a hot beach somewhere on the other side of the world. Plus, everyone would be furious with him once they learnt about the pregnancy and there’s no way a life of working tirelessly to pay bills and rent, and possibly providing for a child every day, would be better than this life with his two masters.
He never thought he’d ever think this but, perhaps this life was always meant to be for him. Perhaps being a slave was truly the best thing for everyone… including himself.