Jaden

Note to readers: Warning this chapter contains torture and abuse. If this is not something you like please do not read, thank you.

Chapter 7
(Introductions)

He awoke abruptly with a choked scream caught in his throat. He tried to move, but found he was unable. His green eyes blinked several times, and searched his surroundings frantically, he was frightened but he felt no pain, it was as if he ran a marathon and was too exhausted to even move a finger. The more he tried to move the weaker he felt, it was like he was drugged which left him feeling groggy and his limps felt like jelly. He just couldn’t seem to control his body enough to move. So he laid there for a few minutes trying to figure out where he was. As he moved his eyes, he was able to make out the room he was in. it looked like a cave of some sort, the room was dark but he had no problems seeing, and saw candles lit on a table by one wall. There were more candles lit that hung on the walls giving the room a soft and cozy glow through out the space. He was trying to remember what happened, but his mind was too fuzzy to think clearly. Then he noticed what he was lying on, it was the softest bed he had ever known, he never felt such comfort in his life, [this must be what it feels like to sleep on clouds.] He told himself.

It was a four-poster bed, and as he slowly turned his head, he could see that the bed was huge, framed in dark warm wood, very rustic but oh so wonderful to lie on. He wondered how he came to be here. He really needed to get up and out before the owner showed up and beat him for staying in his bed. He lay in the middle of the bed, warm and cozy with a thick comforter covering him. The linen was velvety soft against his skin, the color of sky blue surrounding him in pure bliss, a wonderful contrast against the dark rustic wood and the cave like room. As he lay there looking up at the ceiling, he slowly began to remember what happened to him. Tears welled up in his eyes and he choked out a small whimper. He began to shake with fear, and getting close to a panic. His mind began to race with thoughts of the real life nightmare that he recently experienced. What if they kept him he thought to himself, they somehow made him feel better so that they can use him again? He let out a low soft anguished cry, he hated being so vulnerable, he feared being hurt again. Lizzie came into his mind, and how he wished he listened to her to not go out that night. He left her home, sick and in need of medicine. He loved her so much and the thought of never seeing her again broke his heart.

“Lizzie?” he whispered, “I’m so sorry.” Then he broke down and cried softly, trying hard to keep quiet, afraid they will hear him and come back to torment him again.

The blond Angel appeared within his view, and he quieted down some but could not stop his trembling. The look on the Angel’s face was red with anger, thinking that he might be the cause; he tried to stop his crying. He looked up at him and tried to reach up for him, but his arms still felt like heavy lead.

“Please.” he spoke so softly, “Please don’t, don’t, hurt me.” He could not help himself, so great was his fear. He cried and begged Marcus to not let the others come back for him. The men that hurt him, he never saw who they were, but he now remembered there were three of them and they kept him blindfolded the whole time they used and abused his body. He tried to hold back his tears but failed miserably, [God please, make them stop. I can’t take anymore] he hiccupped and cried softly.

Due to the time change in the fall season the nights are longer, so as early as 4pm Marcus woke up. He looked at his sleeping bedmate and stroked his silky hair. Marcus found that he enjoyed touching his hair, and then he gently let his hand caress his chest, shoulders and his arms. He liked the way the young man’s skin felt. He watched him sleep for a few more minutes, and then bring the covers back up to keep him warm. He was glad that it appeared the boy would sleep through the change; the boy did not have to be aware of the changes his body was going through and therefore not have to feel anymore pain as the body died and become reborn as a vampire.

Knowing that the boy would not wake up anytime soon, Marcus sat up and got out of bed, and walked over to an amour to find clothes to wear. He put on a pair of dark blue jeans and a light blue cashmere knit shirt. The blue in his shirt made his eyes sparkle like ice blue crystals. He ran his hands through his hair; he kept it cut in layers giving the appearance of messy neat style. His hair was not long, but it wasn’t short. It was just below his earlobes and the layered cut gave it waves. The cut flattered his rustic good looks and it helped to hide most of the scar on his face. Before he walked out, he looked at the boy again to make sure he was still sleeping. With the back of his hand he gently touched his soft cheeks. Then he took out the disc from his bedside table and left the room.

In the privacy of his office, Marcus entered the disc in his laptop computer. He sat at his desk for a few minutes looking at the blank monitor, and then he pressed play and waited to see what was so important that caused two men to fight over it.

At first he couldn’t make out what was being filmed. Whoever was doing the filming, Marcus could tell that the person was using a hand held recorder and wasn’t keeping the camera steady. It seemed that the person who was running the camera looked like he let his hand swing up and down; you would see the ceiling then the floor. It was as if the owner was walking and swinging his arm at his side. After about a minute of the camera swinging it finally steadied a bit and he could see an empty room; looked like a basement in someone’s home. The lighting wasn’t great, but he could make out the room. The cameraman began to film the room; to one side were three chairs. The kind you see in an office, the chairs upholstered in leather and looked quite comfortable. Then the camera paned to the other side of the room and he could see what looked like a small stage. The stage area was better lit, and it was a raised platform, on it was a stainless steel tray that is used in hospitals to roll equipment or meds around. The camera moved closer so that the viewer could see what was on the table. Marcus froze when he recognized some of the instruments on the tray. They were implements of torture, one item made him stop cold. It was a metal dildo with sharp spikes all around it; he also could make out a much smaller item that was the same as the large metal dildo only much smaller and thinner with the spikes all around it. Next to the table was a much larger table, the kind that a body could be laid on top, the same kind of metal table used in a mortuary. The camera moved up to show chains hanging from the ceiling, then down to the floor to show more chains and hooks bolted to the stage floor. Then the camera filmed the wall behind the stage and on the wall hanged all kinds of paddles, whips, and knifes. The sound wasn’t great either, but he could hear the cameraman walk around the room, and every now then he could hear him breathing heavy. Whoever was walking with him spoke out expressing his disgust. One man told the other to shut up he was busy filming, Marcus recognized their voices, it was his two buddies, whom he left in the car by the river.

Marcus soon realized what was about to take place, and he could feel his blood boil in anger. He could not believe what he was about to see. How could people act like this? He asked himself. In times of war Marcus was very familiar with the tactics used to get information, although he never took part, but as a leader he had to condone these acts. He never liked it, but when the lives of many hung in the balance he did what was needed to save them. From what he could tell, this was being done for someone’s sick pleasure no wonder Sammy had problems with it. He continued to watch the scene unfold and hoped he would be able to see who is responsible for this horrific act. He also berated himself for killing both men; he realized he should have kept one alive to surrender information. Oh if only he had the power to bring back the dead from hell, he would force them to speak and then give them the same treatment that he was sure to see happen in the film.

Reluctantly he watched the film; as three men walked into the room. The cameraman whom he knew had to be Rico did not film their faces, only their feet. Each man took his seat, and then the camera turned to another man entering the room. This man was tall and very broad in the shoulders; although he had a bit of a belly you could see this man was fit and strong. He kept his face hidden behind a leather mask. He wore no shirt only black leather pants and boots. With him he held the boy by the neck, the poor child struggled in vain with the masked man to try and get free, but he was so small next to him, that the boy did not have a chance. Marcus could see that the boy had been badly beaten and was naked. The masked man forced the boy to stand still in place and he quickly put the chains hanging from the ceiling on his wrist. The boy cried out in surprise and pleaded with everyone there. But his cries fell on deaf ears. It turned Marcus’s stomach to be able to hear soft moans in the background. Then the boy’s ankles were shackled to the chains on the floor. The masked man pulled hard on the ceiling chains to hold him prisoner in place. When he was finished, the boy was hanging from the ceiling with his legs spread wide apart, his feet were lifted off the floor. Marcus cringed; he knew how painful this could be. He wanted to shut off the film, but he needed to see if he could see any faces besides just the boy.

Marcus watched in horror as he saw the masked man torture the boy, by the time he used the metal dildos, he had to shut off the sound. Marcus could not bear to hear the poor boy’s cry of agony. He was seething in anger, and he did everything he could to keep himself from ripping out the disc and tearing it to pieces. He grabbed the handles of his chair until his knuckles turned white and dug his nails in the leather. His emotions were in a rage, the word angry was not enough to truly describe how furious he was. The masked man took a bullwhip and swung it over his head and he whipped the boy all over his body. The boy’s skin would break open from the severe lashes, it was then that Marcus noticed the whip had a piece of metal attached at the tip. The boy was unconscious and hung from the ceiling stretching him from his arms. Blood spilled from every orifice of his small body and pooled below his feet. The masked man took out from his case a syringe and injected the boy’s arm, this forced him to wake up, and then he continued to whip and torture the poor child. Finally he stopped and stepped away out of view from the camera. Marcus had not realized that he held his breath and let out an anguished sigh, not that he needed to breathe but he still held on to normal human behaviors never forgotten.

That is when the three unknown men came forward and examined the boy. One man touched his face and licked the blood off of his finger. They took turns to touch him and pinch him; they enjoyed seeing him suffer, and touched him brutally to elicit more choked screams and sounds from him in pain. As if they were not disgusting enough they then took out their aroused organs and began to masturbate and ejaculated on his body. As each man turned to return to their seats, that is when the cameraman filmed their faces, Marcus condemned each face and every facial feature to memory. It was then that the masked man returned, he unchained the boy from the ceiling and dropped his body on the table, from his black leather bag, looking like a doctor’s bag he took out a sharp scalpel and then he began to cut the boy on his face, then he continued to cut him all over his body. He cut under each fingernail on his hands and feet, the boy struggled ineffectively and cried.

Marcus had no idea for how long the torture went on, he turned on the sound when at last the masked man turned to his audience and announced that the boy will bleed out and die a slow and painful death. Marcus watched as each man left the room, he watched as the camera came in for a close up of the boy’s face, he was breathing short fast shallow breathes, fear in his tear filled eyes staring into the camera. Excruciating pain clearly seen in his eyes. It pained Marcus so much to watch, he was surprised he felt emotion for him, when at last the boy’s eyes slowly slid closed and his body stilled. Marcus thought he would cry himself. When it appeared the boy died, that is when the picture faded to black. He again let out a breath he had no idea he was holding, so relieved that he finished watching the film, and sorry he had to see this beautiful child suffer so much. He removed the disc and placed it back into its case. Then he locked it in his desk; he found that he needed to sit still and think. He was in a rage, his body actually trembled with his anger, he wanted to find these men and rip them to shreds. How in the world could they do this, what sickness possessed them to even think of such things? In times of war Marcus has seen so much pain and atrocities; it still boggled his mind that people could still be so heartless. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and before he could even think of a plan, or even calm down, it was then that he heard the boy crying in his bedroom and ran to see what was wrong.

He found the boy crying and struggling to get up from the bed, and when Marcus approached him the boy started to shake with fear, his sad terrified eyes looked at Marcus and pleaded with him to not hurt him. Marcus was so angry from seeing the film that he did not realize how angry he must have appeared to him; he himself had to show the boy that he was safe and would not be harmed. It took every ounce of control he could muster, but he made himself calm down and he moved carefully further into the room to not frighten him anymore then he was.

Marcus stepped away from the bed and held up his hands in the hopes this would help calm him, and he made his movements slow, so the boy could see he meant no harm.

“It is all right child; no harm will come to you here. You are safe.” He spoke in a low soft voice, hoping this will soothe his fears.
“Please don’t be afraid, I found you and brought you to my home. Please believe that you are safe and I mean you no harm.” Marcus then sat in a chair near the bed and kept his hands where the boy could see him. Realizing that the boy mistook him for one of the men who hurt him, Marcus leaned forward in his chair and spoke gently to him. “I assure you I am not the one who hurt you, I found you, two men were trying to throw your body into the river. But I stopped them and brought you home with me, I have been taking care of you. I promise, you are safe here, no one will hurt you.”

Watery green eyes stared at Marcus, he hiccupped and sniffed, he was frustrated that he could hardly move his arms and he needed to wipe his eyes and nose. Marcus then reached out to the bedside table to get some tissue; with a nod of his head he raised the tissue so the boy could see it.

“I know you are still weak and by tomorrow night you should be able to move about, but for now, please allow me to help you?” Marcus asked, he waited, when there was no refusal from the boy. Marcus slowly moved closer and gently wiped his eyes and nose.

The boy sniffed and hiccupped again, he looked down at the sheets trying to hide himself. Marcus could not help but smile a little; he looked so small and cute in the huge bed. He then slowly stood up by the bedside looking at him and waited to see what he would do.

Beautiful bright green eyes looked up at Marcus, “Thank you mis, mister?” the boy whispered, his voice trembling. Not sure what to call him.

Marcus smiled, bowed his head slightly and said, “I am Marcus Drakar`, may I know your name?”

“Jaden” the boy replied softly.

“Jaden?” Marcus asked, and it seemed he was thinking about the name for a bit, but then he smiled again looking at the boy’s eyes. “A very beautiful name, it suits you.”

“Now Jaden, are you feeling any pain?” Marcus asked. He wanted to make sure he was continuing to heal.

Jaden thought about his question, and was surprised that he was not in any pain. Only his stomach hurt a little, he was feeling hungry.

“Just my stomach Mister Drakon.” Jaden looked frightened and he did not want to impose. But he began to feel hunger, yes, he thought he was suddenly very hungry
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Marcus understood he looked deeply into the boy’s eyes and willed calmness and no fear into him. He then spoke kindly again to Jaden, “Just Marcus, you may call me Marcus, stay calm little one, what I am about to do is to help take care of your hunger pains, please keep in mind that I only wish to help you.” The boy nodded not really understanding what he had in mind, his eyes opened wide in confusion as he watched Marcus move his wrist to his mouth.

Marcus dropped his fangs and bit into his own wrist and let his blood pour onto Jaden’s lips. Marcus spoke softly to Jaden, “It is all right, do not be frightened child, but you must drink and the blood will help you heal and feel stronger. Please trust me, no harm will come to you here, you are safe and you will soon see how well you will feel.”

Jaden’s eyes opened even wider, but as soon as the blood touched his lips he licked it and found no disgust. He could not understand it, but he found himself drinking more of Marcus’s blood. It was sweet nectar to him, and he wanted more. When Marcus pressed his wrist to Jaden’s mouth he continued to drink more. They kept their eyes on each other, until Jaden’s eyes slowly closed and he fell asleep again. Marcus wiped the remaining blood from Jaden’s lips with his finger, and got into bed with him. He licked his own wrist to close the wound and then he carefully moved to hold Jaden in his arms, resting Jaden’s head on his chest. He kissed the top of his head and held him close, wrapping his arms around him. Marcus felt at peace holding the boy close to him, he did not know what he would do, but he would protect this boy with his life. He will stay until the boy woke up again, and show him that he would be safe. He was determined that no one would ever hurt this child again.