Captivated

I_Plead_Obssession: I’m trying to find a beta ok; they all avoid me

Shadow: Thanks for the offer

Saminada: Thanks for the hug. It’s a very interesting room; it’s my favourite personally:]

Ice Demon Allysandra: Thank you

Loa: I went to the library looking for the book and they don’t have it lol.

Ciar: Dead lovers in tubes? Interesting:] Make sure you leave some nail intact

Dueriel: Thanks.

Title - Captivated
Chapter Four - Punishment

Jonas drove along an empty road cheerfully listening to the variety of music being played on the radio inside his car. He’d recently finished the work that needed to be done in Japan and was now going to be spending some time alone in a holiday house as his first vacation in over five years.

There weren’t many people driving on the same road as Jonas; that he could see. Which Jonas thought was a shame because the scenery was beautiful but then again it probably wasn’t as beautiful to the people who lived in Japan because they had to see it everyday. As Jonas got further and further away from the last town he’d passed his surroundings got wilder, like no over ever drove along the road he was currently driving on.

Humming along to the tune of the radio and smiling to himself Jonas almost didn’t notice the wreck on the side of the road up ahead of himself. Noticing it he parked his car a few metres behind and grabbed his mobile phone before exiting the car. Cautiously walking up to the wreck he could tell that it was, or rather, used to be a car. There were traces of rust and it was covered in leaves and branches from the tree it had hit. Walking around to the drivers side Jonas noticed the sticker that was there: “Kantashishi loan-motors, the quickest way to get you where you want to be, in style.”

Leaning in closer to the sticker he could see the beginning of a phone number, most likely the business number Jonas decided, unfortunately most of the number was ripped off. Continuing his search around the exterior of the car he found that the front screen was all cracked which made it impossible to see inside the car. Wanting to see the inside he quickly moved back to the driver’s seat door and attempted to open it but failed; it was jammed shut. Putting his head through the door window, which had no glass left on it, he found that inside the car, although being smashed up, had nothing inside it. It was like the person driving had just grabbed their things and up and left without a care in the world for what had just happened.

Noticing that the airbags were out Jonas decided that the person inside must have woken up from the crash and went to seek help. Standing up Jonas looked around and see a near by house, a large beautiful one, with an elegant garden of many different types of plants and colours. Flipping open his phone Jonas called the please and informed them of what he had discovered.

Once the called had ended Jonas walked back to his own car and sat in the front seat, turned the radio on again and sighed. It would be a while before the police would arrive and they had told him specifically to wait in his car and not to go anywhere else. Jonas had really been hoping to be relaxing in his holiday home today but it didn’t look like that was an option now. By the time he left he would have to drive well into the night before he reached his destination.

The sun was fully over head and shinning strongly before the police arrived at the scene with forensic teams following behind them. Pulling up behind Jonas’s car they came out in their amusing costumes; a blue jumpsuit with white shoe covers, face masks and transparent things that covered the entire top of the head which Jonas assumed was to stop their own hairs from landing in the ‘crime scene’ to be picked up as evidence. This isn’t a crime scene though; just a car crash.

Each person wearing a blue jumpsuit each either carried a case, most of different sizes to each other, or a camera and notebook. The police were just wearing their usual uniform equipped with a .45 hand gun and a one of those stick things at Jonas couldn’t remember the name of; his brain just wasn’t with him at the time.

As the police set up a perimeter with police tape and the forensic teams started their examination of the car crash an officer walked casually over to Jonas who was now standing outside, leaning on his car. The man was taller than Jonas by at least a head and looked generally angry, like he’d never let anything make him feel any other emotion. Pulling out a note book and a pen he put his glasses on and looked at Jonas.

“Hello. I’m Constable Wong of the police department. Are you the person who called this car crash in?” He asked in a mono-toned voice placing his pen to the paper waiting for a reply.

“Hi. Yeah that was me.”

“And you are?” Constable Wong asked rasing an eyebrow slightly.

“Jonas Fortright, 27 years young, from the U.S.A, I’m here on a business trip turned vacation,” he explained quickly as he wanted to get all of the messing around over and done with so he could get to his holiday house.

“Okay, I’ll need you to fill in these forms and please don’t leave out any details,” the constable said and handed them along with a pen Jonas.

The forms were pretty straight forward: Name, Age, Address, Phone number, Time of Arrival to site, what you did whilst at said site, other people, what your immediate actions were. Still though, they made Jonas groan, he really wanted to be sleeping right now or drinking something strong whilst listening to music. He just spent the past few weeks filling out forms among other things; he thought he was past all that now.

Jonas finished as quickly as he could and then handed the forms back to the constable who snatched them and placed them inside his notebook. “Can I go now?”

“Yes.”

With that Jonas smiled and hurried over to his car. Sitting inside he turned it on and drove back onto the road going non-stop to his long awaited vacation house. It was dark by the time Jonas had driven into the carport of his new home but he was happy because he had finally made it. Slipping out of the car he grabbed his suitcases from the boot and headed inside the house, once he’d gotten the front door open, forgetting to lock the car up. Tired from the day’s activities he placed his luggage on the floor beside the bed in the master bedroom.

Not bothering to change clothes, after all he was the only person he had for company and no one else; he took off his shoes, socks, tie and jacket and plopped onto the bed. It was soft and bouncy which amused Jonas; he began bouncing on it before deciding he was too tired and it was really childish of him; after all what would he do if he broke he bed.
Falling into a dreamless sleep him was unaware of the noises that an intruder was making as he entered the house.

The intruder was masked with a black bandana covering a majority of his face; only revealing his eyes and forehead. Clothed in only a black robe which hung loosely on his body the intruder wasn’t your usual criminal. The intruder headed quietly for the main bedroom and looked down upon the sleeping Jonas that was there. His eyes lit ablaze with rage. The anger flowed through every inch of his body; if you could have seen it all you would’ve seen was a man engulfed in flames of red rage and green jealousy. The rage and jealousy was pouring out of him taking over his body. Jonas was ruining everything for him and his love; he had to be stopped. He had to be hurt.

Jonas was already lying on his stomach, crossing one task off of the intruder’s mental list; there was no way he wanted to look at Jonas after what he had done. Reaching inside the pockets of his robe he pulled out four sets of metal handcuffs. Working quickly and stealthily he hand cuffed both of Jonas’s hands and feet to the bed; next he needed to find something sharp. Searching quietly through a suitcase he eventually found a small pocket knife inside a leather pouch. Pulling it out he released the knife and walked back over to Jonas. Starting with the collar of the shirt and going straight down both legs the intruder cut open Jonas’s clothes and ripped them off from underneath him.

All the disturbance had caused Jonas to wake up and he immediately started freaking out once he realised he was restrained to the bed; definitely not how he remembered falling asleep. Flipping his head from side to side he saw the dark form of a human and the brilliant shine of his pocket knife and felt sweat begin to form on his forehead.

“Help! Somebody help!” He yelled as loud as he could attracting the attention of the intruder.

“Stop yelling no one can hear you, you filthy pig,” the intruder spoke with disgust coursing through his words.

“You are trying to take me love away but I won’t let you. He is mine! He loves me and me only so you’d better not ever go near him.”

“What?” Jonas asked honestly confused, he hadn’t tried to take anyone away from this man.

“Don’t act so ignorant. I’m going to make you pay for what you did,” the intruder let the robe fall to his feet and climbed up onto the bed.

Kneeling on his two legs he sat between Jonas’s spread legs and examined the form thoroughly. How could his love think about this person? Jonas is nothing compared to me.

Jonas started pulling madly at his restraints, cutting his wrists and ankles but his attempt were fruitless. As hopeless as the situation currently seemed for Jonas he never gave up and continued trying to break free no matter how much it hurt. The intruder placed his hands roughly onto Jonas’s back and forced him to at least keep part of his body still.

Positioning himself at Jonas’s entrance, he thrust himself deep inside Jonas, with no lubricant or prior preparation which caused Jonas to make an ear-drum bursting scream; never had something hurt so much. The intruder laughed and began roughly thrusting in and out letting the blood trick onto his thigh and onto the bed staining it red. Moving his hands to Jonas’s shoulders as he pulled almost all the way out he rammed back in and at the same time pushed Jonas’s shoulders toward him tearing Jonas up even more.

Tears were soaking Jonas’s pillow and his voice was hoarse from all the screaming. He tried so hard for it to stop; to break free though with each attempt his efforts were less and less as he got weaker and weaker. All he could do was listen to the grunts and laughter emitting from his captors throat; a throat which he would gladly rip out.

Wanting Jonas to suffer the captor stretch his arms from Jonas’s shoulders and locked them around his neck. As he was taller than Jonas this was no problem for him. He tightened his grip suffocating Jonas. All he could hear were Jonas’s gasps for air and the loud ‘whack’ of him slamming into Jonas’s arse. Feeling his climax fast approaching the intruder released Jonas’s throat and put all his energy into his last few thrusts as he spilled his seed deep inside Jonas.

Satisfied with himself he pulled out of Jonas and watched as a mixture of blood and cum trickled out of his arse and pooled around his legs. Tying his robe back around himself he walked over to Jonas’s head and looked down at the sick mess that he was. Putting his hand into Jonas’s hair he pulled at it tightly and cleared his throat.

“Don’t ever try to take my love away from me!” He spoke angrily and banged Jonas’s head against the metal frame of the bed knocking him out cold.

The intruder collected his handcuffs and placed them back inside his pocket before picking up Jonas and throwing him over his shoulder. Walking out of the house, he through Jonas into the back sea of the car and then hopped into the driver’s seat. Turning the car on he sped down the road until he reached the beautiful house and elegant garden which was his home. Wouldn’t he love be happy to know that he had punished the man that had tried to take him away.

****

Jonas awoke with a terrible headache and a very sore body. Looking around he was strapped into a chair in a single room that was completely empty except from him and the chair. He could remember every little detail from last night and was still so very confused.

“Hello? Anyone? Help!” He tried but the roo was sound proof; even if someone was on the other side they would never hear him.

****

“Where’d you go?” Conner asked quietly.

“To ‘meet’ that fellow who tried to take you away,” Li said smiling.

“Jonas didn’t try to take me from you. I barely even know him,” Conner said alarmed; what had happened to Jonas?

“I saw the way you stared at him when he found your crashed car!” Li yelled angrily and raised his hand as a threat to hit Conner if he continued.

Conner thought back to the previous day.
He’d been sitting in the lounge room the whole day avoiding conversation with Li when he saw the car pull up aside he crashed one. It was a miracle. No car had ever gone by previously as far as Conner knew. His luck was even better still as Jonas stepped out of the car.

Conner didn’t mean to do it but he walked up to the locked glass window, pulled the curtain aside and just stared at the man; there was no point in calling out as Jonas would never hear him. Although he had only known Jonas for a small amount of time Conner felt like he had known the man forever. He could be Conner’s chance to escape if only Jonas knew what had happened to him.

When the police came and Conner’s view of Jonas was blocked he closed the curtain and walked back to the chair he’d previously been sitting on. In the time that he’d seen Jonas Conner had forgotten all about Li and the bad things that had happened and thought about hope.

It was true that he’d thought about escape but Conner really didn’t see how Jonas could’ve helped him do that. Sadness settled into Conner’s mind. What had he done to Jonas? It was entirely his fault. If he hadn’t looked out that window Jonas would be safe and far away from Li; never to know the true horror’s of this man.

“Don’t fret my love, it is all taken care of,” Li said trying to calm Conner down but in fact his words has the opposite effect on Conner.

“How could you do anything to him!?” Conner yelled and attempted to punch Li who dodged the attack and let Conner smash his hand against the wall.

Conner brought his hand back quickly to his chest and held it carefully as pain pulsed from it like an ecstatic heart beat.

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TBC
Sorry about the short chapter.