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Fill 5/?: shock therapy, mental disorder, abuse, kidnapping, content issues, dubcon/noncon
anonymous
February 7 2012, 04:34:01 UTC
A/N: Notice I changed the heading with some future warnings.
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Kurt was aware of a pounding in the back of his skull upon awaking. His mind was cloudy and he kept his eyes closed trying to regain some understanding about what happened. The last thing he remembered was leaving school with Blaine. He was definitely missing something, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it-oh Blaine’s scream! That’s what he was missing. He remembered screaming himself before passing out. Everything came back in a rush of emotions, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He attempted to sit up but could not get an inch off the bed because he was tied down, spread eagle. He attempted to calm his frazzled nerves with a few deep breaths, but when that didn’t work, he looked around for his rock, Blaine.
The room was a bare and cream in color. There was nothing in there besides for the bed Kurt was tied to, a window covered by a black curtain,two doors, one of which was probably a closet, and an uncomfortable looking chair. The only thing keeping Kurt from going absolutely crazy with fear was the fact that Blaine might be close.
“Blaine,” he called out lightly. Maybe the closet was connected to another room. There was no answer. “Blaine,” he called out a little louder that time, but still no answer.
“Blaine where are you!” Kurt screamed as loud as he could over and over again, not even caring if his kidnappers heard him. All he needed was to know if Blaine was all right. “Blaine! If you hear me scream!”
One of the doors to the room opened and Rex sauntered in. “Hello Kurt,” he said tonelessly. He was not portraying any emotion other than confidence and as he strode over to the bed, his lips parted into a wicked smile.
“What did you do with Blaine?” Kurt struggled against the ropes, trying desperately to free himself, but to no avail.
Rex said nothing. He waited patiently while Kurt screamed and fought against the ropes until his legs were sore, burned, and bloody. Kurt felt tears running down his face, tears he couldn’t control. He was so scared for himself, for Blaine. His words stopped making sense and his muscles began to give out. His voice hoarse and throat dry, Kurt turned his head away from Rex, realizing how crazy he must have looked. He didn’t know how long he had the tantrum and in truth, he was too exhausted to care now that the adrenaline had left his system. His heart still beat quickly, but his mind calmed. Kurt realized he would not escape with brute force-he needed to outsmart Rex.
“I am going to tell you what’s going on Kurt, do you think you can listen without interrupting?”
Rex was treating him as though he were a child and Kurt hated being chastised, but instead of fighting with Rex Kurt decided to fight for his freedom and bit his tongue, nodding his head. Let Rex think he had complete and utter control over Kurt, he would prove him wrong soon enough when he escaped with Blaine.
“Good. What you are here for Kurt, is some treatment.” He paused and sat down on the bed next to Kurt’s hip, and pulling Kurt’s face to look at him. “We are going to treat your homosexual tendencies.”
Kurt couldn’t say anything. He was too shocked to even blink. He thought, maybe Rex was another closeted jock, he could have handled that, and he could have handled a beating, but treatment for homosexuality was something he never would have expected.
“See,” Rex continued, “After hearing what Mrs. Bartlow said about how homosexuality used to be treated, I asked my dad about it. He’s a psychiatrist if you didn’t know, wants me to take over the family business one day, so when I asked him, he readily told me everything I wanted to know and even encouraged me to help treat you. What I’m trying to say Kurt is that I’m not here to hurt you, in truth, I feel as though I’m doing you a solid. I’m here to help,” he paused, “I’m here to fix you.”
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Kurt was aware of a pounding in the back of his skull upon awaking. His mind was cloudy and he kept his eyes closed trying to regain some understanding about what happened. The last thing he remembered was leaving school with Blaine. He was definitely missing something, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it-oh Blaine’s scream! That’s what he was missing. He remembered screaming himself before passing out. Everything came back in a rush of emotions, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He attempted to sit up but could not get an inch off the bed because he was tied down, spread eagle. He attempted to calm his frazzled nerves with a few deep breaths, but when that didn’t work, he looked around for his rock, Blaine.
The room was a bare and cream in color. There was nothing in there besides for the bed Kurt was tied to, a window covered by a black curtain,two doors, one of which was probably a closet, and an uncomfortable looking chair. The only thing keeping Kurt from going absolutely crazy with fear was the fact that Blaine might be close.
“Blaine,” he called out lightly. Maybe the closet was connected to another room. There was no answer. “Blaine,” he called out a little louder that time, but still no answer.
“Blaine where are you!” Kurt screamed as loud as he could over and over again, not even caring if his kidnappers heard him. All he needed was to know if Blaine was all right. “Blaine! If you hear me scream!”
One of the doors to the room opened and Rex sauntered in. “Hello Kurt,” he said tonelessly. He was not portraying any emotion other than confidence and as he strode over to the bed, his lips parted into a wicked smile.
“What did you do with Blaine?” Kurt struggled against the ropes, trying desperately to free himself, but to no avail.
Rex said nothing. He waited patiently while Kurt screamed and fought against the ropes until his legs were sore, burned, and bloody. Kurt felt tears running down his face, tears he couldn’t control. He was so scared for himself, for Blaine. His words stopped making sense and his muscles began to give out. His voice hoarse and throat dry, Kurt turned his head away from Rex, realizing how crazy he must have looked. He didn’t know how long he had the tantrum and in truth, he was too exhausted to care now that the adrenaline had left his system. His heart still beat quickly, but his mind calmed. Kurt realized he would not escape with brute force-he needed to outsmart Rex.
“I am going to tell you what’s going on Kurt, do you think you can listen without interrupting?”
Rex was treating him as though he were a child and Kurt hated being chastised, but instead of fighting with Rex Kurt decided to fight for his freedom and bit his tongue, nodding his head. Let Rex think he had complete and utter control over Kurt, he would prove him wrong soon enough when he escaped with Blaine.
“Good. What you are here for Kurt, is some treatment.” He paused and sat down on the bed next to Kurt’s hip, and pulling Kurt’s face to look at him. “We are going to treat your homosexual tendencies.”
Kurt couldn’t say anything. He was too shocked to even blink. He thought, maybe Rex was another closeted jock, he could have handled that, and he could have handled a beating, but treatment for homosexuality was something he never would have expected.
“See,” Rex continued, “After hearing what Mrs. Bartlow said about how homosexuality used to be treated, I asked my dad about it. He’s a psychiatrist if you didn’t know, wants me to take over the family business one day, so when I asked him, he readily told me everything I wanted to know and even encouraged me to help treat you. What I’m trying to say Kurt is that I’m not here to hurt you, in truth, I feel as though I’m doing you a solid. I’m here to help,” he paused, “I’m here to fix you.”
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