Fic: Trapped! [part 8/10]
Title: Trapped! [part 8/10]
Rating: hard NC-17
Pairing: any and all combinations of Kurt/Sam/Blaine/Sebastian eventually
Words: ~3,200 this part (~23,000 so far)
Warnings: none this chapter (we've moved on to angst)
Notes: A fill I have begun for the glee_kink_meme. This one is going to be a beast.
Summary: The boys are kidnapped after having a bit too much at Rachel's party and deciding to go to the Lima Bean for a late night brew. When they wake up, they're somewhere unfamiliar, and they won't survive unless they give their captors exactly what they want.
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To say that tracking everyone down would be difficult would be an understatement. Now that they all knew where the boys were being kept, they had to go get them. Dealing with the police in Lima was like asking Puck to pass all of his classes with A’s - it was near impossible to do, no matter how much they would try to help. So instead, Santana called together an emergency glee club meeting. “What are we doing here?” Sugar asked. “I have a mani/pedi appointment in an hour.”
Santana rolled her eyes and looked at the group as a whole, Brittany to her left and Artie to her right. “You guys - Kurt, Sam, and Blaine aren’t dead.”
The group burst into talk, mostly trying to tell Santana she was wrong, and Artie leaned over to say, “Way to break it to them slowly.”
“What about that Sebastian fellow?” Rory chimed in.
“He’s not dead either,” Santana rolled her eyes. “Listen, we have to go save them. We think they’re being held hostage and forced to do… things… against their will.”
Nobody knew what to say to that. “Wait, how do you guys even know any of this?” Quinn asked.
“This isn’t for the faint of heart,” Artie said as he lifted up Brittany’s computer and opened the screen to show the website to everyone.
It took much squinting and almost everyone leaning in for them to realize what it was they were staring at. “I don’t even want to know how you guys found that website,” Quinn winced.
“Dude, that’s so wrong,” Finn muttered.
The screen was open to the photo of Kurt fucking Sebastian in the shower, and Puck looked genuinely impressed. “I didn’t know Kurt had it in him. Good for him,” Puck nodded, a weird, proud smirk on his face.
Santana rolled her eyes and then continued, “Look, Artie traced the IP address and figured out where the person running this website lives. We need to break in and save Kurt and the others.”
There were utterances of disagreement among the group, but when Finn stood up to talk to everyone, the chattering died down. “Guys… we could save their lives. It sounds scary right now but if we break in and they’re still alive and we can get them out… think about how much that would mean to people. To us, the Warblers, their parents… we can totally do this,” Finn said. “It’s the right thing to do.”
“How do we know that they’re just not working in porn and the explosion was their way of escaping?” Mercedes asked skeptically.
Puck fixed her with an incredulous look and asked, “Do they really seem like the type to get into porn?”
“Sebastian probably would. And Sam used to strip. At least half of them would be okay with it, I think,” Mercedes shrugged.
Puck rolled his eyes and scoffed, and Santana clapped her hands to get their attention. “Listen, honeys, I’m taking myself, Britt, and any of you that actually feel like growing balls and doing something good, you can join us and save these guys,” Santana shrugged. “The rest of you, I guess you can screw off because you apparently only think that glee club is a family when you need help or support, but not when anyone else does.”
Nobody spoke when Santana finished and fixed them all with a strong glare. “Quinn, I need you to stay with Artie and monitor from his place. You call us the minute anything changes. He’s watching all the technical stuff and you’ve got mine and Britt’s numbers,” Santana said seriously.
Brittany looked at Quinn and hoped she’d agree, and thankfully Quinn nodded. “Finn, Joe, Mike and I will be the muscle,” Puck chimed in.
The guys nodded, and Santana was satisfied. “We can do this. Just… bring all the baseball bats and razors and everything else that you’ve got,” Santana said as she jostled her hair just a bit. “I’ll see you all at sunset in the parking lot of the school. We’re going tonight.”
As promised, they all met at the parking lot of McKinley High after dark. Santana’s car had herself, Brittany, Sugar, Mercedes, and Tina inside of it. The guys were in Mike’s SUV, and Quinn was keeping watch with Artie. As Santana led the caravan, the guys got more and more suspicious. Everyone that hadn’t seen the address were starting to freak out. They’d seen this building before. It was an old warehouse; somewhere they’d been but couldn’t recall why. “Wait… this is where we filmed that commercial,” Finn said as they pulled up outside the place.
The mattress store had gone out of business not long after the airing of the commercial (resulting in even more unfriendly feelings aimed towards the glee club). Now it was run by a large corporation, though their actual endeavors were secret. The corporation was run by a man they’d all heard of, and a sick, unsettling feeling washed over everyone as they parked around the block from the place.
Inside, the boys and the men controlling them were completely unaware of the visitors they were about to receive. Their order was something simple - something they’d done before - but they were exhausted. The boys had barely gotten any sleep between the day previous when they had to form a chain and fuck each other at the same time, the middle of the night when they were awakened so Sam and Blaine could sixty-nine, and then the moment now when they had to all team up together and get each other off as a foursome.
The boys tried to mix it up, but truth be told, they’d done enough over the past few months (was it only a few months? They weren’t sure). They couldn’t remember everything. It was different now, though. They were close. The four of them shared a special bond that wouldn’t be broken. It was what kept them strong through it all and what kept them kept pushing through to the next day.
Sam began it all by reaching out to pull Sebastian, the closest one to him, into a kiss. Sebastian was a bit surprised by the instantaneous gesture, but he didn’t fight it. Fighting it just wasn’t worth it. Sam held the sides of his face and Sebastian let his hands drape around Sam’s waist as they lay on the bed, making out heatedly. Kurt reached out to make quick work of undressing Sebastian while Blaine took his time undressing Sam. Sam and Sebastian broke their kiss as their shirts were tugged upwards, and they looked at each other before Kurt ground against Sebastian’s ass and Sebastian moaned, his head tossed backwards.
Kurt reached a hand around to stroke Sebastian and he watched hungrily as Blaine rolled Sam over onto his stomach and instantly leaned in to lick a stripe over Sam’s hole. Sam groaned and gripped the pillow tight, completely unaware that behind him, Blaine was naked, his ass propped up in the air on display. “O-oh, fuck…” Sam let out a strangled cry.
Sebastian was equally as distracted as Kurt rolled him onto his back and took his cock into his mouth. Sebastian’s back arched on the bed and he reached out, his hand connecting with Sam’s between them on the bed as they allowed Kurt and Blaine to pleasure them.
Before they could get much further, a man burst in through the door of their room. “Up. All of you. In the basement, now,” the man demanded.
He sounded more frantic than in-charge, and the boys were a bit scared as they let another man usher them downstairs. Loud banging and some shouting could be heard down the hall, but they followed orders. After so many months of doing it, following orders seemed like second nature. They didn’t even try to stick around and see what was going on.
Down in the basement, the boys barely had time to reach out for each other before the man ushering them into the room was taken down. The mohawk was unmistakable. Kurt gasped and he watched, completely unaware that he was standing there naked. The men were still in masks, but not for long. Kurt instinctively moved towards the nearest boy, but as it turned out, the four of them all scooted towards each other, stark naked, as they watched Puck and a bunch of others take down all the men in masks.
When the fighting settled and Kurt, Blaine, Sam, and Sebastian saw the police rushing in, they backed as far against the wall as they could, away from the ruckus. “Someone get them some clothes,” a cop directed.
The other cops started to arrest the men, and Kurt was horrified when he looked in the doorway to see Russell Fabray, glaring at the boys, and then over at Santana who had just walked through the doorway. “My father is going to make sure you don’t go near our boys again,” she said seriously.
One of the cops led Mr. Fabray and his friends out of the room, and Tina rushed across the room with some blankets. She was pointedly staring up at their faces, but the boys couldn’t move. They didn’t know what to say or think because this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t part of their set routine and they were in shock over the idea that they were freed.
The boys wrapped up in blankets but stared around, wordlessly, in confusion. “Hey dudes,” Finn said, nursing a bloody nose.
He looked at Kurt in amazement and reached out to hug him, not even worried that Kurt was wearing nothing but a blanket. Kurt didn’t know what to make of it. He just stood there awkwardly, because Finn’s touch wasn’t what he was used to. It wasn’t Blaine or Sam or Sebastian.
Before anyone else could talk to them or say anything, several paramedics walked forward and said, “We’re going to take them into the hospital. We need to check them out, do some tests to make sure they weren’t injured, and then you all can talk to them as much as you want.”
Kurt stood stock still, even as Finn let go of him, and he reached out instinctively for Blaine and Sam’s hands. The four of them were all holding hands, and when the paramedics tried to separate them to check them out before loading them, it wasn’t working. They didn’t want to let go of each other. Reluctantly, the paramedics let the four boys climb into the ambulance together. “Where are we going?” Sam asked.
He’d been too preoccupied with making sure that he wasn’t separated from the other guys and hadn’t heard the paramedics explaining everything. They repeated themselves, and Sam just inched closer to Sebastian, one of the closest guys to him. Arriving at the hospital wasn’t much better. The boys had grown so used to constantly having each other around, they couldn’t let go. “Please let me stay with them,” Kurt said softly, not letting go of anyone’s hands.
“We just need to give you a checkup,” the paramedic explained.
“I can’t leave them,” Kurt said lamely.
The paramedics looked saddened, but they said, “It’ll be quick. Just separate, and when it’s all done, you guys will be able to go back to each other.”
Their grips grew tighter on each other’s hands Kurt shook his head. “Please no,” he pleaded, nearly crying.
The paramedic looked at them with concern and wanted to keep arguing, but a nurse at his side muttering in his ear said it might not be the best idea. “Come sit with us together in a room, please?” the nurse asked them hopefully.
Four very terrified boys looked at each other and tightened their grips on each other’s hands before nodding and agreeing. They followed the nurse into an examination room and sat on the bed together, just like they always did, only this time the bed was much smaller. They sat together, just holding each other, waiting for what was next. “We brought your clothes from the house. They’re here for you guys if you’d like to change before we have a talk,” a woman said as she walked in the doorway.
Together, the four boys climbed off of the bed and all changed right there, completely unabashedly dressing from stark naked to completely covered, right in front of this new woman and these nurses. “When you’re ready, I’d like the four of you to join me out in this lounge across the hall,” the new woman said kindly.
Being spoken to by this woman was strange for the boys. She was so kind and gentle and not demanding at all. It was a bit unsettling, but the four boys walked over anyway. They sat down together across the room from this woman, and she looked at them with a smile on her face. “My name is Natalie. I’d like to talk to you boys and get to know you. Is that okay?” she began the conversation.
Again, Kurt, Blaine, Sam, and Sebastian all looked at each other and contemplated it for a moment before nodding and turning to face her. “Can you tell me your names?” Natalie pressed a little.
A pause. “Well… I’m Blaine,” Blaine began. “And this is Sam,” he pointed to the other side of Kurt, who was on his left. “This is Kurt,” he pointed to his immediate left. “And this is Sebastian,” he nodded towards his right where he and Sebastian were still holding hands.
Natalie pursed her lips, but nodded. As a psychiatrist, she could figure out what was going on almost right away. The boys and their codependency was so strong that breaking it would be very difficult. She’d have to sit down with their parents first, and they would have to figure out the best plan of action to get the boys back to how they’d been before the captivity.
After a long chat with the boys about what happened and how they were feeling, Natalie left the room to go talk to their parents. The parents had been phoned immediately when the boys were found, and most of them rushed right to the hospital. Kurt, Blaine, Sam, and Sebastian lay curled up on one hospital bed, limbs entangled as they watched TV for the first time in months. They let Kurt choose the channel because he was so excited to find Project Runway, and none of the others could find it in themselves to argue with him because of how cute he looked when he was so excited. Their fingers entwined and their hands petted the others subconsciously. They didn’t even realize they were doing it, but it was observed by Natalie as she walked down the hallway.
When she reached the waiting room, Natalie was greeted by many people, and it was obvious which were the parents of which child. Burt and Carole stepped forward eagerly with Finn, and Burt asked immediately, “Where is he? I need to see my son.”
A tall, dark haired man with bushy, curly hair and a short woman with big brown curls at his side both looked concerned as well, and to the far left was a whole family of blondes: a man, a woman, and a little boy and girl. They all looked eager to find out the status of their children. Natalie frowned when she didn’t notice anyone else. “Hello everyone,” Natalie began slowly. “I’m Natalie Harper, and I’m a licensed psychiatrist that was called by the police and hospital to come in and evaluate your sons. Investigations are ongoing about what fully happened, but I had the opportunity to talk to your sons before coming here to talk to you all. Is everyone here?”
Brief introductions were made, and Natalie was very disappointed to find that the Smythes didn’t show up, even after actually answering their phones. “Your sons experienced severe trauma in their time of captivity. It has been three full months that they spent together, and while it doesn’t sound like much, it was enough to significantly change their personalities and day to day functions,” Natalie began. “It’s important to understand that with appointments and conversations, we can successfully return these boys to their previous lifestyles.”
Burt and Carole exchanged glances, and Mrs. Evans wiped a tear away from her cheek. All the wives were holding their husbands’ hands tight, and Natalie continued, “It might be a bit alarming to see them at first, but it’s important to understand that the way these boys have developed and changed was necessary for their survival as I understand it.”
“What do you mean?” Carole asked softly.
Natalie took a deep breath and said, “The boys have formed a very strong co-dependency. From what I gathered in my brief conversation with them, the boys were forced to perform sexual acts which were recorded and streamed online in order to earn food and survival into the next day. As such, if one misbehaved, all were punished. They quickly formed a strong, intimate relationship between the four of them. Right now, they won’t even let go of each other and leave each other’s sight. We are working on that immediately so that in a few days you can take your boys home.”
The parents exchanged looks of deep concern, and Natalie reassured them, “We are going to work to get your boys back to where they used to be, I can assure you. It will take everyone’s cooperation but I’m sure that as a team, we can help them all get back to what could be considered normal.”
Slowly, the parents began to nod, and Burt asked, “So when do we get to see them?”
“Tomorrow morning I’d like us all to have a group session. We’ll just do some basic talking, ask the boys some questions about their experience, their feelings for each other, and then work out the best way to proceed. If you’re all willing to be here at nine o’clock, we can begin working through this immediately,” Natalie said.
“I’ll be here,” Burt said firmly.
Carole hesitated because she knew that Burt would be putting off a congressional meeting in order to attend, but she nodded as well. “Should we bring children?” Mr. Evans asked.
“For the first meeting, it’s best just to have parents attend, but we’ll have several meetings before the boys are released,” Natalie explained. “We’ll work siblings into a future meeting, if that’s okay?”
Mr. Evans nodded, and they instantly thought of Quinn when they realized they’d need a babysitter. “The boys are settling into their newfound freedom, and the nurses will make sure they’re well cared for before the meeting tomorrow,” Natalie told them. “I’ll see you all right here at nine o’clock tomorrow. Thank you all so much for coming.”
Everyone slowly dispersed and Natalie turned back to the nurses. “Keep calling the Smythes. We really need to get them here,” she told the nurses and police officer that were gathered nearby. “I don’t think we can fully recoup Sebastian without them.”
The group dispersed and Natalie paused in the doorway, watching as the four boys held each other, peppered kisses between each other, and relaxed on the single bed as one group, one connected entity. Just looking in at them told Natalie that she had her work cut out for her. She just hoped that the boys would be willing to work with her in their recovery.
Rating: hard NC-17
Pairing: any and all combinations of Kurt/Sam/Blaine/Sebastian eventually
Words: ~3,200 this part (~23,000 so far)
Warnings: none this chapter (we've moved on to angst)
Notes: A fill I have begun for the glee_kink_meme. This one is going to be a beast.
Summary: The boys are kidnapped after having a bit too much at Rachel's party and deciding to go to the Lima Bean for a late night brew. When they wake up, they're somewhere unfamiliar, and they won't survive unless they give their captors exactly what they want.
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To say that tracking everyone down would be difficult would be an understatement. Now that they all knew where the boys were being kept, they had to go get them. Dealing with the police in Lima was like asking Puck to pass all of his classes with A’s - it was near impossible to do, no matter how much they would try to help. So instead, Santana called together an emergency glee club meeting. “What are we doing here?” Sugar asked. “I have a mani/pedi appointment in an hour.”
Santana rolled her eyes and looked at the group as a whole, Brittany to her left and Artie to her right. “You guys - Kurt, Sam, and Blaine aren’t dead.”
The group burst into talk, mostly trying to tell Santana she was wrong, and Artie leaned over to say, “Way to break it to them slowly.”
“What about that Sebastian fellow?” Rory chimed in.
“He’s not dead either,” Santana rolled her eyes. “Listen, we have to go save them. We think they’re being held hostage and forced to do… things… against their will.”
Nobody knew what to say to that. “Wait, how do you guys even know any of this?” Quinn asked.
“This isn’t for the faint of heart,” Artie said as he lifted up Brittany’s computer and opened the screen to show the website to everyone.
It took much squinting and almost everyone leaning in for them to realize what it was they were staring at. “I don’t even want to know how you guys found that website,” Quinn winced.
“Dude, that’s so wrong,” Finn muttered.
The screen was open to the photo of Kurt fucking Sebastian in the shower, and Puck looked genuinely impressed. “I didn’t know Kurt had it in him. Good for him,” Puck nodded, a weird, proud smirk on his face.
Santana rolled her eyes and then continued, “Look, Artie traced the IP address and figured out where the person running this website lives. We need to break in and save Kurt and the others.”
There were utterances of disagreement among the group, but when Finn stood up to talk to everyone, the chattering died down. “Guys… we could save their lives. It sounds scary right now but if we break in and they’re still alive and we can get them out… think about how much that would mean to people. To us, the Warblers, their parents… we can totally do this,” Finn said. “It’s the right thing to do.”
“How do we know that they’re just not working in porn and the explosion was their way of escaping?” Mercedes asked skeptically.
Puck fixed her with an incredulous look and asked, “Do they really seem like the type to get into porn?”
“Sebastian probably would. And Sam used to strip. At least half of them would be okay with it, I think,” Mercedes shrugged.
Puck rolled his eyes and scoffed, and Santana clapped her hands to get their attention. “Listen, honeys, I’m taking myself, Britt, and any of you that actually feel like growing balls and doing something good, you can join us and save these guys,” Santana shrugged. “The rest of you, I guess you can screw off because you apparently only think that glee club is a family when you need help or support, but not when anyone else does.”
Nobody spoke when Santana finished and fixed them all with a strong glare. “Quinn, I need you to stay with Artie and monitor from his place. You call us the minute anything changes. He’s watching all the technical stuff and you’ve got mine and Britt’s numbers,” Santana said seriously.
Brittany looked at Quinn and hoped she’d agree, and thankfully Quinn nodded. “Finn, Joe, Mike and I will be the muscle,” Puck chimed in.
The guys nodded, and Santana was satisfied. “We can do this. Just… bring all the baseball bats and razors and everything else that you’ve got,” Santana said as she jostled her hair just a bit. “I’ll see you all at sunset in the parking lot of the school. We’re going tonight.”
As promised, they all met at the parking lot of McKinley High after dark. Santana’s car had herself, Brittany, Sugar, Mercedes, and Tina inside of it. The guys were in Mike’s SUV, and Quinn was keeping watch with Artie. As Santana led the caravan, the guys got more and more suspicious. Everyone that hadn’t seen the address were starting to freak out. They’d seen this building before. It was an old warehouse; somewhere they’d been but couldn’t recall why. “Wait… this is where we filmed that commercial,” Finn said as they pulled up outside the place.
The mattress store had gone out of business not long after the airing of the commercial (resulting in even more unfriendly feelings aimed towards the glee club). Now it was run by a large corporation, though their actual endeavors were secret. The corporation was run by a man they’d all heard of, and a sick, unsettling feeling washed over everyone as they parked around the block from the place.
Inside, the boys and the men controlling them were completely unaware of the visitors they were about to receive. Their order was something simple - something they’d done before - but they were exhausted. The boys had barely gotten any sleep between the day previous when they had to form a chain and fuck each other at the same time, the middle of the night when they were awakened so Sam and Blaine could sixty-nine, and then the moment now when they had to all team up together and get each other off as a foursome.
The boys tried to mix it up, but truth be told, they’d done enough over the past few months (was it only a few months? They weren’t sure). They couldn’t remember everything. It was different now, though. They were close. The four of them shared a special bond that wouldn’t be broken. It was what kept them strong through it all and what kept them kept pushing through to the next day.
Sam began it all by reaching out to pull Sebastian, the closest one to him, into a kiss. Sebastian was a bit surprised by the instantaneous gesture, but he didn’t fight it. Fighting it just wasn’t worth it. Sam held the sides of his face and Sebastian let his hands drape around Sam’s waist as they lay on the bed, making out heatedly. Kurt reached out to make quick work of undressing Sebastian while Blaine took his time undressing Sam. Sam and Sebastian broke their kiss as their shirts were tugged upwards, and they looked at each other before Kurt ground against Sebastian’s ass and Sebastian moaned, his head tossed backwards.
Kurt reached a hand around to stroke Sebastian and he watched hungrily as Blaine rolled Sam over onto his stomach and instantly leaned in to lick a stripe over Sam’s hole. Sam groaned and gripped the pillow tight, completely unaware that behind him, Blaine was naked, his ass propped up in the air on display. “O-oh, fuck…” Sam let out a strangled cry.
Sebastian was equally as distracted as Kurt rolled him onto his back and took his cock into his mouth. Sebastian’s back arched on the bed and he reached out, his hand connecting with Sam’s between them on the bed as they allowed Kurt and Blaine to pleasure them.
Before they could get much further, a man burst in through the door of their room. “Up. All of you. In the basement, now,” the man demanded.
He sounded more frantic than in-charge, and the boys were a bit scared as they let another man usher them downstairs. Loud banging and some shouting could be heard down the hall, but they followed orders. After so many months of doing it, following orders seemed like second nature. They didn’t even try to stick around and see what was going on.
Down in the basement, the boys barely had time to reach out for each other before the man ushering them into the room was taken down. The mohawk was unmistakable. Kurt gasped and he watched, completely unaware that he was standing there naked. The men were still in masks, but not for long. Kurt instinctively moved towards the nearest boy, but as it turned out, the four of them all scooted towards each other, stark naked, as they watched Puck and a bunch of others take down all the men in masks.
When the fighting settled and Kurt, Blaine, Sam, and Sebastian saw the police rushing in, they backed as far against the wall as they could, away from the ruckus. “Someone get them some clothes,” a cop directed.
The other cops started to arrest the men, and Kurt was horrified when he looked in the doorway to see Russell Fabray, glaring at the boys, and then over at Santana who had just walked through the doorway. “My father is going to make sure you don’t go near our boys again,” she said seriously.
One of the cops led Mr. Fabray and his friends out of the room, and Tina rushed across the room with some blankets. She was pointedly staring up at their faces, but the boys couldn’t move. They didn’t know what to say or think because this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t part of their set routine and they were in shock over the idea that they were freed.
The boys wrapped up in blankets but stared around, wordlessly, in confusion. “Hey dudes,” Finn said, nursing a bloody nose.
He looked at Kurt in amazement and reached out to hug him, not even worried that Kurt was wearing nothing but a blanket. Kurt didn’t know what to make of it. He just stood there awkwardly, because Finn’s touch wasn’t what he was used to. It wasn’t Blaine or Sam or Sebastian.
Before anyone else could talk to them or say anything, several paramedics walked forward and said, “We’re going to take them into the hospital. We need to check them out, do some tests to make sure they weren’t injured, and then you all can talk to them as much as you want.”
Kurt stood stock still, even as Finn let go of him, and he reached out instinctively for Blaine and Sam’s hands. The four of them were all holding hands, and when the paramedics tried to separate them to check them out before loading them, it wasn’t working. They didn’t want to let go of each other. Reluctantly, the paramedics let the four boys climb into the ambulance together. “Where are we going?” Sam asked.
He’d been too preoccupied with making sure that he wasn’t separated from the other guys and hadn’t heard the paramedics explaining everything. They repeated themselves, and Sam just inched closer to Sebastian, one of the closest guys to him. Arriving at the hospital wasn’t much better. The boys had grown so used to constantly having each other around, they couldn’t let go. “Please let me stay with them,” Kurt said softly, not letting go of anyone’s hands.
“We just need to give you a checkup,” the paramedic explained.
“I can’t leave them,” Kurt said lamely.
The paramedics looked saddened, but they said, “It’ll be quick. Just separate, and when it’s all done, you guys will be able to go back to each other.”
Their grips grew tighter on each other’s hands Kurt shook his head. “Please no,” he pleaded, nearly crying.
The paramedic looked at them with concern and wanted to keep arguing, but a nurse at his side muttering in his ear said it might not be the best idea. “Come sit with us together in a room, please?” the nurse asked them hopefully.
Four very terrified boys looked at each other and tightened their grips on each other’s hands before nodding and agreeing. They followed the nurse into an examination room and sat on the bed together, just like they always did, only this time the bed was much smaller. They sat together, just holding each other, waiting for what was next. “We brought your clothes from the house. They’re here for you guys if you’d like to change before we have a talk,” a woman said as she walked in the doorway.
Together, the four boys climbed off of the bed and all changed right there, completely unabashedly dressing from stark naked to completely covered, right in front of this new woman and these nurses. “When you’re ready, I’d like the four of you to join me out in this lounge across the hall,” the new woman said kindly.
Being spoken to by this woman was strange for the boys. She was so kind and gentle and not demanding at all. It was a bit unsettling, but the four boys walked over anyway. They sat down together across the room from this woman, and she looked at them with a smile on her face. “My name is Natalie. I’d like to talk to you boys and get to know you. Is that okay?” she began the conversation.
Again, Kurt, Blaine, Sam, and Sebastian all looked at each other and contemplated it for a moment before nodding and turning to face her. “Can you tell me your names?” Natalie pressed a little.
A pause. “Well… I’m Blaine,” Blaine began. “And this is Sam,” he pointed to the other side of Kurt, who was on his left. “This is Kurt,” he pointed to his immediate left. “And this is Sebastian,” he nodded towards his right where he and Sebastian were still holding hands.
Natalie pursed her lips, but nodded. As a psychiatrist, she could figure out what was going on almost right away. The boys and their codependency was so strong that breaking it would be very difficult. She’d have to sit down with their parents first, and they would have to figure out the best plan of action to get the boys back to how they’d been before the captivity.
After a long chat with the boys about what happened and how they were feeling, Natalie left the room to go talk to their parents. The parents had been phoned immediately when the boys were found, and most of them rushed right to the hospital. Kurt, Blaine, Sam, and Sebastian lay curled up on one hospital bed, limbs entangled as they watched TV for the first time in months. They let Kurt choose the channel because he was so excited to find Project Runway, and none of the others could find it in themselves to argue with him because of how cute he looked when he was so excited. Their fingers entwined and their hands petted the others subconsciously. They didn’t even realize they were doing it, but it was observed by Natalie as she walked down the hallway.
When she reached the waiting room, Natalie was greeted by many people, and it was obvious which were the parents of which child. Burt and Carole stepped forward eagerly with Finn, and Burt asked immediately, “Where is he? I need to see my son.”
A tall, dark haired man with bushy, curly hair and a short woman with big brown curls at his side both looked concerned as well, and to the far left was a whole family of blondes: a man, a woman, and a little boy and girl. They all looked eager to find out the status of their children. Natalie frowned when she didn’t notice anyone else. “Hello everyone,” Natalie began slowly. “I’m Natalie Harper, and I’m a licensed psychiatrist that was called by the police and hospital to come in and evaluate your sons. Investigations are ongoing about what fully happened, but I had the opportunity to talk to your sons before coming here to talk to you all. Is everyone here?”
Brief introductions were made, and Natalie was very disappointed to find that the Smythes didn’t show up, even after actually answering their phones. “Your sons experienced severe trauma in their time of captivity. It has been three full months that they spent together, and while it doesn’t sound like much, it was enough to significantly change their personalities and day to day functions,” Natalie began. “It’s important to understand that with appointments and conversations, we can successfully return these boys to their previous lifestyles.”
Burt and Carole exchanged glances, and Mrs. Evans wiped a tear away from her cheek. All the wives were holding their husbands’ hands tight, and Natalie continued, “It might be a bit alarming to see them at first, but it’s important to understand that the way these boys have developed and changed was necessary for their survival as I understand it.”
“What do you mean?” Carole asked softly.
Natalie took a deep breath and said, “The boys have formed a very strong co-dependency. From what I gathered in my brief conversation with them, the boys were forced to perform sexual acts which were recorded and streamed online in order to earn food and survival into the next day. As such, if one misbehaved, all were punished. They quickly formed a strong, intimate relationship between the four of them. Right now, they won’t even let go of each other and leave each other’s sight. We are working on that immediately so that in a few days you can take your boys home.”
The parents exchanged looks of deep concern, and Natalie reassured them, “We are going to work to get your boys back to where they used to be, I can assure you. It will take everyone’s cooperation but I’m sure that as a team, we can help them all get back to what could be considered normal.”
Slowly, the parents began to nod, and Burt asked, “So when do we get to see them?”
“Tomorrow morning I’d like us all to have a group session. We’ll just do some basic talking, ask the boys some questions about their experience, their feelings for each other, and then work out the best way to proceed. If you’re all willing to be here at nine o’clock, we can begin working through this immediately,” Natalie said.
“I’ll be here,” Burt said firmly.
Carole hesitated because she knew that Burt would be putting off a congressional meeting in order to attend, but she nodded as well. “Should we bring children?” Mr. Evans asked.
“For the first meeting, it’s best just to have parents attend, but we’ll have several meetings before the boys are released,” Natalie explained. “We’ll work siblings into a future meeting, if that’s okay?”
Mr. Evans nodded, and they instantly thought of Quinn when they realized they’d need a babysitter. “The boys are settling into their newfound freedom, and the nurses will make sure they’re well cared for before the meeting tomorrow,” Natalie told them. “I’ll see you all right here at nine o’clock tomorrow. Thank you all so much for coming.”
Everyone slowly dispersed and Natalie turned back to the nurses. “Keep calling the Smythes. We really need to get them here,” she told the nurses and police officer that were gathered nearby. “I don’t think we can fully recoup Sebastian without them.”
The group dispersed and Natalie paused in the doorway, watching as the four boys held each other, peppered kisses between each other, and relaxed on the single bed as one group, one connected entity. Just looking in at them told Natalie that she had her work cut out for her. She just hoped that the boys would be willing to work with her in their recovery.