A Waking Nightmare

When Jesse next awoke, it was slowly. His head hurt, and immediately he realized his arms were bound, though his legs were free. Carefully, he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry; but as his vision cleared, the blunette became more aware with his surroundings. He was in a small, prison-like cell, and several other sleeping captives were with him.

Several minutes later, another boy began to wake up, blue eyes opening to look at his surroundings as well, blond hair falling into his face as he sat up suddenly. Jesse looked at the boy; he was about the same age as he was, which happens to be 18 years old.

“Wh-what’s going on?!” the boy asked, as if the blunette would be able to give all the answers.

“I-I don’t know,” the European whimpered back, “I-I just…” He winced. He didn’t like the sound of his own voice, being so helpless and scared.

“Ungh.” Another captive groaned, slowly regaining consciousness as well, quickly followed by the last captive. Counting himself, there were four of them in the cell, all taken the previous night from the club; or at least Jesse guessed from the way they were dressed. The boys looked about his age, maybe a year or two older then him. In fact, at eighteen, he knew he was the youngest.

“C-can anyone get their hands free?” the frightened blond asked. Jesse shook his head, afraid, just like the other boys. The other two boys shook their heads as well.

Conversation and struggle ceased when they heard the opening and slamming of a heavy metal door, followed by heavy footsteps on the stairs leading down into the room they were in. The European shrank back as the man approached. He was built like a wrestler and Jesse recognized him as the bouncer from the night club. He had purple spiked hair and glasses.

“Ah, the new arrivals,” he smiled superiorly, dark eyes glinting with power. “Aster has a good eye…Master Princeton will be pleased. You boys will fetch a good price at the auction…once you’ve been trained, of course.” His voice emanated with power and a sense of seductiveness.

“Wh-what do you mean?” the blunette asked in a shaky voice.

“A-auction?” the other boy asked, his green eyes shimmering in tears of fear. The man laughed in response.

“You will learn quickly not to speak out of turn. Until then, I will let your faults slide.” The man scanned the cell, his dark eyes falling on Jesse and the frightened blond next to him. “Hmmm, but which one should I start with?”

“N-not me…please! T-take him, n-not me!” Jesse whimpered, gesturing toward the blond who, in turn, regarded him with a look of shocked betrayal. The hulk of a man smirked at Jesse.

“Aw, so little blunette whore here wants to send Goldilocks off to the big bad wolf, is that it?” Jesse nodded frighten, causing the man’s grin to widen. “Well, tough shit kid.”

He all but growled, slamming the cell door open and stalking towards Jesse, wrenching him upward by his arm. Will cried out in pain. “You’ll learn to act with proper manners before I’m through with you, you little bitch!” he threatened, dragging Jesse out of the cell.

Spiritshipping

Jesse struggled against the man. “No! Please! Please, let me go!” he cried in fear, pulling against the bouncer dramatically. The man chuckled and, out of nowhere, a harsh slap knocked Jesse senseless.

“You must think I’m stupid?” the man growled, “I’ve seen your type before. You want to play hero. You want to protect that blond boy…idiot.”

The blunette whimpered as the man undid his bonds, forcing both his wrists upwards and into a pair of shackles that hung from a pulley on the ceiling. Jesse's emerald green eyes widened in fear and he tried to escape from the bindings, earning himself another slap.

“You will refer to me and all others higher than you as Sir. Is that clear?” The man asked, circling Jesse, a braided leather whip held threatening in his grip.

“N-no way, this is crazy!” the blunette refused, squirming, and crying out when the whip lashed out against his chest, tearing the mesh that covered him.

“I want you to say ‘yes, I understand, Sir,’” he ordered, circling around to Jesse's backside, “Say it!” Jesse remained stubbornly silent, crying out when the whip came down harder on his backside.

“Say it!” Jesse hesitated, earning another lash to his backside, resulting in a scream of pain, “SAY IT!” Another strike, before the blunette even got the chance to reply.

“I understand!” the European cried, “I understand! I understand, Sir!” he gave in, whimpering in pain.

“Good boy,” the man soothed, moving closer to Jesse and petting his hair back out of his face. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Jesse shook his head, trembling. “Good, good…now what is your name, boy?” he asked.

“J-Jesse,” the blunette stated, the discomfort in his wrists growing slightly. The man’s eyes hardened, his hand gripping Jesse’s chin violently, nails digging into tan flesh.

“Your name is what your master chooses to call you. Your past identity is gone! Your only existence revolves around your master, do you understand?”

“N-no, no please…I-I wanna go home…” Jesse begged. The man slapped him hard, twice, drawing the smallest trace of blood from his lip. Jesse gasped in pain, looking away from the man.

“You are home now. Everything you were before this is gone!” he pulled the blunette's hair harshly. “Understand?” He jerked Jesse’s head backwards, painfully. “Now…what is your name?” he demanded. The European hesitated. Another two lashes on his back were his reward.

“What is your name?” he demanded again. The blunette shook his head, a few tears trickling down his cheeks.

“I…I…” he began to sob. The man dropped the whip immediately, coming around to face Jesse once more.

“Aw…shhh…shhh…it’s alright, little one,” he comforted; gently wiping the European’s tears away, calming him, brushing his back soothingly. “You know, it doesn’t have to be like this…if only you’d submit.” The man’s voice had suddenly taken on a sweet, almost patronizing tone. “How about I leave you alone for a little awhile to think about that?” he spoke softly.
And just like that, the blunette was left alone, chained to the ceiling. He groaned to himself.

Spiritshipping

“Little one... Are you ready to answer my question yet?” he asked, gently. Jesse nodded slowly. “Okay…what is your name?”

“I…I don’t…have name?” he answered weakly; he purposely made his response sound more like a question. The man smiled broadly.

“That’s right…” he consoled, holding a cool glass of water to the blunette’s lips and allowing him to drink. “Very good…you have no name but what your master chooses to call you… And what is my name?” he asked next, stroking Jesse’s chest. The European shivered.

“S-sir?” he squeaked.

“That’s right…very good. Master Princeton will be quite pleased with your progress.” He grinned, unchaining the boy from the ceiling. Jesse’s knees buckled underneath him as he was freed, but his tormentor anticipated this, catching him. “I think you’ve had enough for now.” He patronized, lifting the European and carrying him bridal-style back into the room with the other captives.

The others gasped at the sight of him, making the blunette wonder just how bad he looked. Jesse was not placed back in the cell with the others, however. Instead he was carried to a far corner of the room and gently placed upon a cushion.

“There Little One, you rest now… You’ll be taken soon enough.”

He swept back the blunette’s hair one more time. And, if Jesse didn’t know any better, he could have sworn that the man was feeling guilty. Either way, he curled up on himself, actually quite exhausted. He eyes were closed, but he could hear the opening of the cell door.

“N-no! Please! Please don’t!” The European heard the blond from before cry out. He shook his head sadly, knowing the boy’s fate.

“Psst. Hey! Hey kid, what was his name again? – Jesse! Hey Jesse!” The two remaining captives were frantically trying to get his attention. He heard them, but he ignored them.

“Jesse! Hey, come on! Nobody’s around. There’s gotta be a spare key to this place around here somewhere. Come on, you can look for it. Get us out of here!”

“P-please!” the other boy begged. It saddened Jesse to hear the fear in their voices. But he couldn’t afford to help them; he was just as scared as they were, plus, he was utterly exhausted.

“AHHH!” A scream from the next room caused a few moments of uneasy silence, broken by the soft crying by one of the captives. The blunette shivered and fell into an uneasy sleep.