Captive [0]
Stockholm Syndrome: feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.
A teenaged boy, just barely old enough to drive, slowly makes his way home. He barely notices the darkness that surrounds him and the crisp wind that blows a few strands of hair across his pale face. Everything about this boy is normal: his white, button-down uniform shirt haphazardly tucked into his navy blue uniform pants; a pair of black-and-white converse, which he changed into after school; and a mesh backpack hanging from his shoulders.
Oh yes, Gerard Way is a normal, average teenaged boy. But unbeknownst to him, his situation is soon to become anything but normal.
Usually, he’s very careful to get home before dark, knowing how dangerous Belleville becomes at night. Tonight though, he’s coming home from school late due to taking his driving test. He failed. This sixteen-year-old does not think his life could get worse than this moment. His chance at freedom are dashed; at least for the next two weeks.
A young teenager is easily distracted by their current situation. Their logic becomes unclear as they forget the dangers that lurk around them. Gerard thinks that those horrible things on television could never happen to someone as average as him.
His screams go unheard as a pair of strong arms pulls him into a seemingly abandoned building.
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The captor leaves his unconscious victim tied up in a small closet while he plans his next moves. This was not a random kidnapping; no, he has been watching Gerard for quite some time now. At first it was just a simple crush that turned into infatuation. He knew where Gerard lived, where he went to school, his daily routine, and other insignificant details. Plan A had been to simply make friends with the young teenager and develop a relationship from there. This plan was quickly thrown out as he considered the 10-year difference between them. Plan B was to simply take the boy and make him grow to love him back.
Thuds come from the room’s closet as the young boy regains consciousness and fights to escape. The kidnapper simply grins as he moves toward the closet, preparing for the fun that is about to happen.
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“Please… god, no… No, I-I’ll do anything if you d- AHH!” His pleas fall on deaf ears as the man roughly enters him. Gerard can feel his body try to reject the foreign intrusion as his limbs start to flail, trying to defend himself. The man increases the knife’s pressure on his victim’s throat, successfully stopping him from thrashing about, but not stopping his constant cries of pain. With each thrust his cries die down into small whimpers, as he resigns himself to the rape. When his kidnapper hits that spot he lets out a strangled moan. His tears comes back as he feels endless shame from giving in to the pleasure of the act.
He releases first, followed soon by the older man. He feels filthy as the cum and blood leaks out of him. He feels even dirtier when he feels the light kisses on his neck and shoulder.
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Gerard has grown accustomed to the routine. Every morning Bert forces him to his knees and shoves his cock in his mouth for quick pleasure before he heads off to work. Every afternoon, he simply holds Gerard, fawning over him and kissing him like a caring boyfriend would do. He almost felt something for his captor until night would come and he would once again be raped.
How many days have passed? A week? A month? 6 months? He doesn’t know, but with each passing minute he can feel himself wanting to give in to Bert. Maybe if he acts good, Bert will stop raping him; maybe he could go home. If only he can pretend for a bit, Bert might get tired of him. Pretend. He will never give an ounce of love to his psychotic kidnapper.
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On the morning of Gerard’s 17th birthday, Bert comes to Gerard’s closet holding a cupcake with a single candle stuck in the middle. The teenager tilts his head, confused, until his captor tells him the date. Bert feeds him, as his hands are usually bound when he’s left alone. When he finishes Bert lovingly strokes his cheek, congratulating him on being alive another year. He kisses his victim.
“I love you.” His eyes are filled with nothing but love for the young boy.
“I love you too.” Gerard doesn’t know if he’s pretending or not anymore.
I apologize for this being jumpy and short, but it's necessary as a setup to the story and would have made the first chapter quite long. I'm always up for some good con-crit =D
Seriously, tell me if this sucks because I don't want to spend time and energy on something that no one will love as much as I love it.
Prologue | Chapter 1