Case: 79 -Day 5- -yaoi-

Day 5
A whole work week. Ten days less than normal people. A broken arm. An exhausted body. No access to the outside world. Hardly any food and water. And what’s worse I feel asleep in my own waste. I got up and groaned. I was sore. My skin felt tight and cold. I was filthy. My hair was a mess. My eyes were red and had bags under them. “Heh, I bet you’d hate the look at me now, Dylan.” Dylan… How did we first meet? And when… did I start liking him and admiring him…? My mind shifted to my son after that thought. What would Tyler think of me right now? What was he doing? Was Dylan taking a good care of him? I really hope so. He never seemed to like anyone besides me. Tyler was a lonely child. He didn’t have friends and I worried about him constantly. Yes, of course I love how close we are, but he never seemed to have friends over. I know he has friends, but… they hardly hung out. Maybe Dylan will be a better father than me anyways.
“What smells like shit?” Seth’s voice came from the stairs. “Goddamn.”
“Shit… what do you think would happen?”
“Normally people used the bathroom.”
“Where is this bathroom, smartass?”
“Right here.” He walked over to the side of the stairs and opened the door.
Smartass. Like I’m going to go looking for one. Moving takes energy and energy is something I didn’t have enough to spare. “Whatever.”
“You need a fucking bath. Come on lets go get you one.” Seth smirked a little too happy to be giving me a bath in my opinion. Do I resist or do I just simply allow him to do whatever he wanted?
I went with the latter. “I can wash myself, thank you.” I got up and strolled over to the bathroom and slammed the door and locked it behind me.
“Hey! At least let me take the collar off you! It will shock you and probably kill you if you get it wet!” Seth shouted.
I got an idea. If I waited it out in here… he couldn’t get to me, and if he couldn’t get to me, no more suffering. It was a full proof plan. Until the asshole used a key to unlock the fucking door and walked in. “Tch.” I turned to him and looked up at him, just now noticing the huge bandage on his face. So, I did break his cheek bone. Serves him right. “So, did anyone wonder what happened for you to do that?”
“No, the doctors think I just hit it on something. No big deal. My mother on the other hand… she was concerned and wanted me to stay at her house for a while. I told her I couldn’t and that I had some responsibilities I had to take care of at home, such as tending to my boyfriend.” He winked at me.
“Why would you tell her that?!”
“Because by the end of this process you should love me unconditionally.”
“Fuck you! My heart belongs to my wife!”
“Does it? Didn’t I hear you say you were starting to realize your feelings for Dylan?”
I turned away and then the collar came off. So, the key hole was in the back. “Shut up. This isn’t about him.”
“Oh, but it is. You see, some of my friends took care of him for me last night.”
I turned and glared up at him. “What the hell did you do?!”
“Once I treat you, you’ll have matching casts.”
He broke Dylan’s arm. He broke… -my- Dylan’s arm.
“I sent him pictures of what you looked like along with your letter. I’ll allow you to send him a letter every ten days you live along with a progress report. Isn’t this romantic? Two lovers fighting their battles until they crash together and confess their feelings? And all because of me.”
Fucking bastard. That isn’t how reality works. When I was little I used to dream I could ride off on an adventure to save my princess. I never did. I met Jane in high school. We started talking and started dating. Then eventually we got married. We weren’t perfect. No couple ever is. Why is he making it seem like Dylan and I are perfect for each other?
“And because of me you’ll fail, because you’ll realize you miss me. Realize you love me. So, then we’ll be in a love triangle. You loving both of us and us hating each other, but loving you. A great book could be made from this, right? To be read by generations and generations. That’d be a dream come true.” He shoved me up against the wall and started stripping me.
I didn’t care. I just wanted to sleep. Sleep forever. Always thinking was a bad thing. Always worrying was just as bad. I didn’t realize I was dozing off until he picked me up and set me in a tub. It was clean and felt welcoming. He started to fill the tub and put bubble bath in it. I adjusted the temperature making it a nice hot, but not simmering, bath. I could hear him move behind me and then the water rise. I opened my eyes and they instantly widened as I curled up on myself instantly. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“Obviously getting in the bath with you. You seemed too relaxed. I wanted to feel what you feel. Come on sit up.” I brought me forward then crawled behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything pervy. I just… want to be as happy as you are right now.”
When Seth was in this type of mood, I trusted him. As long as I didn’t do or say anything stupid he’d just hold me and we’d bask in each other’s company. I laid against his chest feeling how much more fragile and bigger he was compared to myself. “Hey… would I hurt you if I laid against you?” I asked hesitantly. I wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t have power over me. But he did. So, I couldn’t hurt him or he’d hurt me.
“You don’t have to ask. Just go ahead. Get comfortable.” He smiled, his eyes were closed and he was laying his head on the edge of the tub. He looked vulnerable. I could kill him now and get away. I laid against him and looked around trying to find scissors, a heavy object, anything that could be used to my advantage. I couldn’t find anything so I turned towards him and raised my hands up to his neck. I put a little pressure on it, but stopped.
He shifted and looked down at me. “I’m tired, Chase.”
Was this him giving up? I could feel his heartbeat. It was weak and not like anything I felt before. I take my hands away and looked at the bubbles. He was too much like me to kill. A broken heart. When he was like this, he seemed perfect. Someone I could rely on. Someone who could help me through anything. But he had another side to him. A sadistic evil side to him. I couldn’t bring myself to love someone who has been slowly killing me for the past five days. I laid back against him, under his chin and closed my eyes listening to his heartbeat. Thump… Thump… Thump…….. Thump. It seemed like it didn’t want to go on anymore. What would happen to me if he were to die on the streets and never return? Would I rot in this hell? I shook as I cried on him, clinging to him. I missed Dylan. He would never hurt me. He has probably loved me since the beginning and has never forced his love on me. I missed Tyler too. Though… how come Dylan was always the first one I thought of? Because he’s my rock. It felt safe to say that. Dylan would get me out of here no matter what. Seth would lose this battle. Dylan is an undefeated opponent. I was sobbing by this point and his hands ran up and down my back soothingly.
“Chase… If I were to set you free what would you do?”
“What… What would I do…?”
“Would you go back to how you lived before or… would you see the world differently?”
“I…” I stopped and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean would you still think you have a miserable life and go back to a closed case that no one will ever know who did it. Or, would you move on and create a new life. A new attitude towards living.”
“I don’t know… Seth… you’re asking hard questions…”
“Why are you crying right now?” He wiped my tears away and held me close again. He felt cold, so I slowly wrapped my arms around him.
Was I cheating on Dylan by doing this?
“…I miss Dylan…” I whispered softly slightly digging my nails in his back as he started to bawl again. A broken heart was never good, but a broken heart that kept getting smashed over and over and over again was even worse.
Seth lifted me up and looked into my eyes. “Chase, with my other victims they all tried to fight me and kill me during our bath scenes. Why are you so different than all the rest? What makes you so brave that you can face death right in the face like it’s nothing?”
I stopped and pondered only coming up with two answers. I didn’t want him to know the one. It was stupid. Too… lovey dovey. “Because I’m going to live.” Because I have luck on my side. I smiled at my inner muses. Dylan….don’t give up on me.
Seth shifted and grabbed my chin. “I want to live too.” He put his lips on mine. His lips were soft and hot. Suffocating.
My eyes slipped closed as I kissed back. He didn’t… seem like a bad guy at heart. If I could get out of here, would what he say come true? No, because Dylan will throw his ass in prison the minute he gets me. Even if that wasn’t his jurisdiction. My eyes opened slightly, then closed as his tongue filled my mouth. The kiss was slow. It wasn’t like my wife’s. She was always the type to get straight to the fucking, when she was in the mood to. I rolled my tongue with his, getting subdued by his taste. By this feeling of melancholy. The passion wasn’t here. The love wasn’t there. It was a kiss, but not a kiss. Just two mouths and tongues touching each other. I leaned away and scooted away from him and looked down. I was now even more depressed. Why though? I curl in on myself and looked at the ground.
Seth got out of the tub and put on some clothes. He left for a minute before coming back with some fresh ones for me and supplies. He picked me up out of the tub and set me down on the ground with a blanket around me.
I felt like a used doll. I hadn’t given up hope, I just felt like I was in a dreamlike state, and when I woke up I would be next to Dylan on my bed cuddling. I looked to see what Seth was doing with dull eyes. He was starting to fix my arm. “Hey, how did you get the cast stuff?”
“Didn’t I tell you? I was previously a doctor. Well, not a legal one, but one that would help those who couldn’t afford regular treatment or needed a new face. My wife would always break bones, so I would always have this laying around so I could treat her automatically. Come on, I can’t feel where your bone is broke.” He got up and held my hand. “Try to run away and my guys will kill you. They’re around the property. Inside and out.”
I kept the towel around me and we walked up the steps. There was twenty-three all together. He opened the door and I could finally see what I have been under all this time. A mansion. He took me to a room not far from, what I am presuming to be, the cellar I currently “lived” in. Inside the room, there was an x-ray machine. I was wondering how he obtained one of these, but didn’t ask. I laid down on it and he turned off all the lights and hit a button. It flashed a couple times and then he turned the lights back on. He got on a computer and clicked on my arm pictures. He nodded. Then held my arm gently, and put a ruler on it. He taped it with first aid tape tightly until I couldn’t move my arm all that much. He then applied a bandage, just as tightly. “It’s just a fracture. Should heal in no time.” He made a sling out of bandages then walked me back to the cellar.
I walked to the bathroom and put on the new clothes. The cellar smelled better so I assumed someone cleaned up my mess. I sat down on the table and looked down. “What… did you do to Dylan?”
Seth walked back upstairs then came down with a medium sized tv and put a tape in the bottom of it. “Watch.”
I looked up to see Dylan’s sleeping in Tyler’s bed. My stomach instantly caved in on itself. They did this in front of Tyler! “No… No… No…” I whispered as a man walked in and grabbed Dylan’s arm. Of course, Dylan wasn’t actually asleep. He never went to sleep. He was an insomniac. The only time he did fall asleep was when he’d pass out from exhaustion. He resisted and tried to fight the man, but he was soon outnumbered and was pinned down. “Hey, a message from our master, this is for your pet disobeying our master. He made him very upset. But now you’ll be adorable and have matching casts.” He smirked.
I put my hands over my ears as I watched. Those sick bastards…
“Chase, is still alive…?”
“Dylan…?” Tyler whimpered as he woke up and sat up looking down at him then wide eyed at all the men. “H-How did you get in?! What are you doing to Dylan! Don’t hurt him! He’s my daddy’s friend! My daddy loves him!”
I broke down as I pulled on my hair a little. “No… Tyler… Don’t watch…” I knew this had already happened, I knew he couldn’t hear me, but I wish he could. I wish this never happened.
“Tyler…” Dylan had given up struggling and looked up at him. “Close your eyes, go to a happy place, whatever you do… Don’t look. Cover your ears. Don’t uncover them or open your eyes until I tell you to.”
Tyler, with shaky hands, did as he was told.
I could tell Dylan was having a hard time staying calm. The men just looked down at him in glee. They were -enjoying- this.
“One…” A man whispered in Dylan’s ear. He was by his head as the other man held up a hammer.
Dylan looked away and kept his eyes shut trying to relax.
“Two…” The man with the hammer started testing his hits hitting the ground each time making this more nerve wrecking.
Dylan was hyperventilating. I was wondering what he was thinking at this moment. Was he blaming me? Was he beginning to hate me for causing him this pain? “Seth… I don’t want to watch any-”
“Three.” The hammer came down on Dylan’s arm breaking it completely and making the bone come out of his arm. A chill ran down my back as I vomited up what little I had in my stomach.
“AHHHHHHHHFUCK!” Dylan screamed, terrifying Tyler, but I wasn’t holding it against him. They hurt him a whole lot more than Seth hurt me. Dylan fought off passing out and watched the men walk out. He got up and hid his arm with a blanket before allowing Tyler to open his eyes and move his hands from his ears.
“They hurt you…” Tyler cried getting up and clinging to Dylan’s waist in a hug.
“Not at all…” Dylan got out bitterly as he grabbed Tyler’s hand. “Come on, I’m taking you to the neighbors. Don’t worry. They won’t come after you…” Dylan walked out of the room and then the tape stopped.
Rage ran through my veins. “You… You… fucking bastard! How could you order that?!” I got up and charged at him, but before I could do anything harmful he stepped to the side and I hit the wall. “Owwww…” I groaned then looked over at him. “What the hell?! Why do all this?! I don’t understand why you would try to break up my family… that wasn’t between you and Dylan… and you hurt him… in front of Tyler… Do you know what that does to kids?! You asshole…” I slumped to the floor and bawled.
Seth walked over to me and held me close. “He’s read your letter. Do you want to watch his reaction?”
“Fuck off.” I growled. I didn’t care anymore. Dylan was hurt because this asshole brought him into this. Dylan… I’m not going to rely on you to get me out. I’ll get out of this hell hole myself. I got up and strolled over to where my name was. I hit it with my fist then glared over at him. “I will never love you. I will never love Dylan. All of this is pointless. I just want to live the rest of my life with my son. This fucking sucks…”
Seth looked over at me and smirked. He grabbed a device that sort of resembled a fork attached to a collar. “Now that you’re all determined. Let’s see how you’ll face this.” He took off the electric collar and attached that on to me.
I raise my head and groaned. I could feel the sharp points at the end touch my throat. If I put my head down… I’ll die. I gulped as I stared up at him in a glare. I gave him the finger not wanting to risk talking.
“Now be a good boy and don’t die.” He smirked then walked up the steps and closed the door locking it behind him.
Boredom. After the shock and fear left boredom came. I played with my hands clapping them together then pretended to hit someone else’s hand going faster as the little songs came to mind with the hand claps. After a while of doing that I walked to the table with a cup and started to play the cup song. I had to keep my mind busy. I could not afford to think about what Dylan may be doing right now, what Tyler may be doing right now. I couldn’t sleep either. I wasn’t risking anything. He would not win. I went faster with the cup song taking my anger out on it. Next game I played was the knife game. I didn’t do it fast and I used scissors instead of a knife but it still kept me entertained. I couldn’t help but sing it in my head. “Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop, chop, chop, if I miss the spaces between, my fingers will come off , and if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out, but all the same I play this game, cause that's what's it's all about! Oh, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, I’m picking up the speed, and if I hit my finger, my hand will start to bleed!” I wanted to laugh. Was I going crazy? Was this what the original maniac who invented this game feel like? The door opened making me jump and hit my finger. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t cry out. What the hell did he want?
“The knife game. That’s pretty bold. Bringing more pain on yourself in a world of pain. Do you thrive on it? Do you love it?” Seth’s voice came.
Was it really just this morning when we were taking a calming bath together? I looked up at him and smirked as I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote. “You’re losing. I’m not giving up.” Then held it up.
“It’s only been an hour. I would have been disappointed if you lost hope already.”
“What time is it?” I wrote next.
“About two.”
“…So how long will you make me wear this?”
“Hmmm… I wonder…”
“That doesn’t answer.”
“Come on, Chase, I wanna hear your nice sweet voice. Talk to me.”
“Fuck you.”
“What not man enough to do it? Did Dylan already whip you into being the bottom? I like your obedience if that’s the case.”
“You’d like anything that fucking moved, you asshole.”
“No, No. Just my children.” He smirked as he moved closer to me and kissed me softly. “Would you love me if I took this off you?”
I wrote down a huge NO in all caps in my biggest handwriting then shoved it in his face. I walked away grabbing his hand and showing him my little piece of the wall. I take the piece of paper back from him and started to scribble down: See this? This is my determination. You will not break me like the rest. You will lose. I hate you. I’ll never love you. I’ll never love anyone, but my son. You might as well give up now.
He whimpered as he rubbed his face. “You could have just calmly said so. You fucked up my walls too… So mean.”
“Do you want me to punch you again?” I wrote out furiously. How does he get the nerve to say anything about his damn walls when he’s fucking up my body?! My own being?! And Dylan’s too! God fucking damnit! I wish I was Dylan! He’d be out and away from this godforsaken case by now! I stopped that thought process there getting even more pissed I was admitting defeat with Dylan.
“You’re so mean. Why would Dylan ever like you?” He stuck his tongue out at me then turn on his heel. “You need to remember your place in all this. I control when you get to see Dylan and Tyler again. I control what happens to them. I control what happens to you. Don’t fucking mess with me.”
I ran up and grabbed his wrist and spun him around and pinned him against the wall. I got out my notebook and wrote on it before shoving it in his face.
He smirked. “Excellent. That’s a good pet.” He took the fucking torture device off me and I sighed.
“I said, try to love you.” I muttered as I leaned into him. “I…I just don’t want to be alone anymore. Be my other half.” I’m sorry, Dylan… I promise I won’t give up…
“You’re so needy. I like it.” Seth picked me up and placed me on the table. He crawled on beside me and nuzzled me. He wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss me softly. “By the way, I’ve never done this with anyone else. You’re special to me, Chase.”
“Seth…” I muttered surprised by this new information. Was I really special to him? Was he lying? Does it matter? If I get his trust he may let me go upstairs. Then I’ll be able to escape.
“Chase, with you I feel like I can move on… I feel like you’re the one.”
“So stop doing shit to me.” I muttered crawling closer to him.
“Let’s play a game. Twenty questions about each other. Who do you want to go first?” Seth was whispering in a hushed tone. I felt like a kid again. In my room with my friends over sharing secrets and whispering so my mother wouldn’t tell.
“You can go first.” I whispered closing my eyes and leaning against his chest. “Am I hurting you?” It felt ironic to ask this. Though, for some reason, I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
“No… I’m not entirely weak.” He chuckled and ran a hand through my hair. He seemed so different now that I was beginning to know him. He didn’t seem like such a bad guy. Just maybe a little fucked up in the head, but aren’t we all? Maybe with the right therapist he could just move on from this and live a normal life. Isn’t that what everyone wants? To live a normal life? “First question, what was your wife like?”
“She was great. She was the best I could ever ask for. She wasn’t like the other girls. She didn’t like to show off her body or get wasted or any of that. She was a straight A student. She went to parties, but hung out with friends instead of getting high. She was old school. I had to ask her father permission to date her and then later marry her. She was caring and nice. She was smart and pretty. Just the perfect girl…” I smiled as I ran my hands up and down Seth’s shirt to keep them busy. “I really did love her.”
“She sounds nice. Do you think… she’ll forgive me for this when we meet?”
“…Yeah. She never hated anyone before. Hell, for all I know, she could have made this happen to get revenge on me for never figuring out who killed her.” I chuckled though it wasn’t funny.
Seth smiled. “Second question, how do you see Dylan?”
“W-What do you mean? He’s a comrade.”
“Do you love him?”
“T-That’s a little personal. I don’t know… My heart is with my wife. I can’t simply move on to him like that. Besides, aren’t I sorta with you right now?”
“…Hmmm… You’re faithful to your wife even though you know she’d want you to be happy and love another? To make a new adventure? That is why we live right? To meet new people and enjoy our time here on Earth?”
“How did you move on from yours?”
“I really didn’t. She’ll always be in my heart, but I decided that I’ll live for her. I should make every day count because it’s another day she wasn’t able to live. That’s how I look at it anyways.” Seth’s arm tightened around me. “I still love her. I just made room in my heart for a special someone to fit in.”
Me. He did it for me. I was touched. Seth was a normal being. He just fucked up along the way. “I don’t want to play anymore.” I whispered as I scooted closer to him. I wrapped an arm around him and nuzzled him. “I just… want to lay here for a while like this…”
“Okay.” Seth smiled and put his head on top of mine as we just held each other making a nice perfect cocoon.
I must have fallen asleep cause when I woke up Seth’s watch was beeping. I looked at the time and saw it was seven.  I looked up at his face and stopped to stare at it. It was so relaxed. So child-like. Cute. My cheeks grew hotter as I shook him a little. “Seth… Seth… your watch is going off.”
“Hmm?” He whimpered as he sat up and rubbed at his face. “Oh. Time for dinner and meds. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.” He untangled himself from my limbs and walked upstairs.
Like he promised, he was back shortly with some pizza and some water. He set it down in front of me. I wasn’t in the mood for greasy food. I hadn’t eaten for a few days so this wasn’t the first thing that came to mind as appetizing. I took a bite then sipped at my water. I watched Seth watch me. He took my glass of water and popped two pills in his mouth before drinking some. “Hey that’s mine!”
Seth chuckled and rolled his eyes. “You can always get more. The water does work in the bathroom.”
He hadn’t left me here to die completely. It was up to me whether I lived through this nightmare or not. It was all just a test of what I could take. That bastard. “Tell me more about you.”
“I’m a doctor. A surgeon actually. I met my wife if in high school. She was always at the top of the class while I was the most popular guy in school slacking off. I guess you can say she picked me up when I was down.” Seth whispered and for once he actually looked fragile. “I got diagnosed with bone cancer when I was a senior. No one wanted to talk to me after that. They thought I would cramp their style or whatever. After college, my wife and I got married. We adopted two little girls, Marcie and Ethel. They were five when they died. My wife, Bailey, was picking them up from kindergarten when a guy came out of nowhere and smashed into her car. Marcie died on impact. Like I said, Bailey was in a coma for three years before I finally… turned off the breathing machine. Ethel… she died during surgery.”
It was then that I realized I could have lost Tyler that day. He was in the car. His side wasn’t damaged and… when I arrived they had already taken my wife to the hospital. “Seth… you don’t have to tell me anything…”
“…I want you to know.” He whispered and ran his hand through my hair. “There’s some things that you can’t change. There’s others that you can.”
“…Don’t you ever wonder if what you’re doing would upset Bailey?”
Seth chuckled and shook his head. “She was always hated people who would take their lives for granted. After seeing what I have to go through she would always scold people for hating their lives. It’s something I always found laughable.”
He does this to keep his wife alive. To keep the hope of them being close. To make her happy. “How can you move on from such a close bond?”
“A big part of my heart will belong to her, but I think she would want me to give away a little to someone else. So I can be happy. So I can move on.”
I looked down and thought of Dylan. Thought of his dark hair and eyes. How my heart was now racing. How he would always call me a brat. How he would always get me to be my best. Tears fell down my cheeks as I cried on Seth. “I-I want to go home…”
Seth held me close and rubbed my sides. “You can’t. Not yet.”
“When?”
“Someday.”
“…Seth…”
“Chase.” He whispered softly before bringing my face close to his.
I flinched before looking over at him and allowed him to touch his lips to mine. I slowly close my eyes again and just allowed him to do whatever you wanted.
“You shouldn’t give up so soon.”
“I’m not.” I growled weakly before slipping off the table and walking away from him. “I’m going to bed.”
“See you tomorrow, Chase.”
I shivered when I heard him walk up the steps then close and lock the door behind him. I walked to the corner and curled in a ball. “What lesson are you trying to teach me, Jane? You were always good at your job. I guess that’s why you always got teacher of the year awards.” I chuckled as the light above me went out. I stiffened before closing my eyes and sighing. “Jane, would you mind… if I gave a little part of my heart to someone…? He’s not exactly the best guy in the world. And he is defiantly not my type. He’s not fun and exciting like you are. He’s more of a pessimistic jerk who doesn’t understand that he isn’t god of the universe. But the more I’m here, and the more I think of him… the more I get butterflies in my stomach. The more I miss him. The more I want to be with him. The more… I love him. So, please? Forgive me?” I whispered as I curl into a ball and looked down at my cast. “He isn’t such a bad guy… He just… misses his wife… like I miss you. Maybe… I should cut him some slack. I mean… I went through a bad time too. Maybe… Maybe tomorrow… I’ll…” I fell asleep before I could finish my sentence. Something warm covering me. I didn’t even bother to open my eyes. Whatever it was it was soft and smelt like Seth. I could tell he was next to me even though I was dozing off.
I could feel his breath beside my ear.
Could hear him whisper something I knew he was going to say before he could even say the first syllable.
Then felt his soft lips on my cheeks.
For some reason, I was at peace with this.
I was actually able to go into a nice deep sleep.
Tomorrow was only going to get better.
I hoped.