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I can hear violins

Chapter 5: Wake up

Summary:

He knew he was crazy for giving up his freedom to keep an unhealthy relationship, but that was the only connection he had. Who cares about escaping when there's nothing outside waiting for him, when there's no one outside searching for him?

Notes:

HIIIII its been a whileeee since my last update and I am really sorry.
I was struggling with depression and I had sooo many works to doo, but Im finally free and I will updating as much as I can now <3
Thanks for reading this fic, I wasnt sure if anyone would still like to keep reading after my going for so long, but I still see the love you give to my work and I'm really happy for that.
Enjoy!

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The sound of water, maybe a river, echoed across the room. The smell of dirt and the cold feeling of the wind wrapped around Ren’s body, as if Mother Nature herself was trying to tell him a secret, likely a warning, about something or even someone, and that someone was the same guy who kidnapped him a few… weeks? months? who knows?

 

It wasn’t weird for him to have strange dreams, even in his childhood, and the basement reminded him of his old bedroom in the village. Cold and full with mold.

It was hard to admit it, but when the cold increased like that, he often waited for Strade, he hurt him and his touch was painful, but at the same time his body’s heat made Ren feel warm, even…safe.

 

It’s been a few weeks since the first time they intimated, Strade usually hurts him with knives or hits him with his hands just to see his blood. The man had a fetish with watching the beastskin bleeding, making him cry and beg… beg for it to not stop.

Ren doesn't like to admit that he was getting into it, it was sick and unhealthy in all the ways it could be, but that was the only kind of affection he ever received.

 

For the first time in his life he wasn’t a problem kid, or a weird beast to be afraid of, yeah he was in danger, but it felt so good in the ways it shouldn’t. Ren always knew he was gay, in the past he didn't know the word existed, but mating with a girl was a mandatory rule in the village to keep the population up and the idea always made him feel nauseous. Now despite the situation, at least someone didn’t underestimate him just because of his beastskin tracks or personality, he was a hunter reduced to a prey, and he was learning to like it.

 

Ren liked it when Strade touched him, he doesn’t really like the pain, but he does like feeling important. Many other victims usually don't pass the first few days, but somehow he managed to survive for at least more weeks that he can remember. Strade told him he was special, that no one survived more than a few days without making him feel bored, but Ren always felt so organic in his interactions, he could be shy, needy and aggressive all at once and Strade loved to guess in which mode he was everyday.

 

Before he could keep daydreaming about his interactions with Strade, his captor was already opening the door holding something new, a metal collar.

 

“Morning, Schatz… It’s kinda cold today, isn’t it?” The man asked, he always asked, but sometimes he didn’t even listen to Ren’s answers.

 

“It… it actually is kinda cold today” Ren said, lately he was feeling a little bit more confident to talk, the praises between the violence were working in his fucked up mind.

 

“Oh! you are feeling like talking today, how cute!” Strade was uncanny sometimes, he could be really creepy or actually charming, that's why he was so good at kidnapping people. “Well I'm glad you are because today is a really important day for you… for us”

 

Us… just one word, one single phrase that made Ren feel so included, so welcomed in a sick way, like the kidnapper and victim dynamic was actually just a weird relationship… No, that was wrong, it was already weird for him to want his captor touch, to not be disgusted by having sex with him and to allow him to hurt his skin, he couldn’t be developing feelings too, right? he wasn't that out of his head, at least not yet or that was what he wanted to believe.

 

“Are we lost in our minds again little fox? You know I'm not a big fan of being ignored, especially when I have something for you. I’ll let it pass because it's a special day” Even if Ren was dreaming about some sick situationship with Strade, the man still was there, controlling his mind, what he could or not could do, and it was so addictive.

 

“You’ve been doing so good lately, I'm so proud of you and I think you deserve a little bit more of space” Strade got closer, he showed the beastskin the collar, it was handmade and had a little sensor in the middle were it was supposed to close when being put in someone’s neck… In Ren’s neck.

 

“This little thing here is your golden ticket, it's a special collar I made just for you so you can interact with me upstairs” Ren’s ears flinched at the word, upstairs, a place that felt so far away for Ren some hours ago now was a possibility  because Strade wanted to, Strade wanted to spend more time with him. His fox tail couldn’t help to start wagging like a dog at the thought of Strade liking spending with him.

 

“I see someone really happy with the idea, but I gotta tell you more about this little gift” Strade laughed while patting Ren’s head and rubbing between his ears “You see, I can't have you walking all around without knowing what are you gonna do, you know? So to prevent stupid actions from you, this collar will automatically electroshock you if you ever try to escape or take it off without my permission, I'm the only one who has its control”. Strade's voice got deeper, more serious as he explained the possible consequences.

 

“It will automatically kill you in a painful way, do you wanna be a good boy and accept or stay here until the mold kills you?” Strade offered, putting the collar in front of Ren allowing him to think about the decision he was about to make.

 

Accepting was quitting the idea of one day escape, to summit to Strade’s full control, but it will give more freedom, and knowing that Strade made him just for him because he wanted to spend time with him… It was so hard to decline, and staying in the mold wasn’t exactly gonna give him any other ending than dying by a cold so accepting the collar was the smartest option he could think of.

 

“I… I would like to be upstairs with you” Ren said, giving his answer as Strade smiled, proud, a feeling no one showed for Ren his whole life. He wasn’t sure if it was a dream, but he was sure he didn't want to wake up.

 

“I knew you were gonna be good for me, good boy my Liebling.” Strade started putting on Ren’s new collar. He knew he was crazy for giving up his freedom to keep an unhealthy relationship, but that was the only connection he had. Who cares about escaping when there's nothing outside waiting for him, when there's no one outside searching for him? 

 

Strade hurts him, but who can complain when he also gives him the attention he always wanted? Is really a little bit of pain that bad when the reward is so high?

Notes:

Thanks for reading all, I'll be updating soon!

we are getting closer to the ending so I'll try to make the chapters longer!

Loveeeee <3