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A fall from grace, for most of these boys that sought for someone, for anyone to understand, to cherish and to love them without a judgmental eye. Creed did so much more that was necessary, even when the interest was lost, he continued to give the boys a roof over their head, clothes on their back and food in their stomach, as any parent or guardian would. Some of his customs might’ve been unorthodox, but he didn’t get where he was today by being commonplace. He’d accept a couple new boys into the order, reason for sending several of his associates out to rescue his ideal boys from today’s society, to bring them here.
Dressed in a black and red cassock, Creed acquired several, small steps towards the fallen boy. “Welcome home, my child.” Tilting his head at the statement from one of his boys, a seemingly genuine smile crept on his face, as he gestured for the boy to step forth. Once he did, he caressed his thumb along the boy’s bottom lip. “He is perfect, was is spoken past tense, he’s here with us. He will stay here with us. I need you and Tommy to get his room ready, think you can do that for me?” He didn’t rule with hatred or fear, that’s no way to build a rapport with a congregation, but plenty did it, day in and day out. Turning back towards the boy on his knees, his left hand caressed along Benny’s face. “Do not fret, you’re safe now. You’re back home where you should be.”
Benny had no idea what to expect, a hundred different ideas and fears in his mind but what he saw before him was…not any of them. There was a man standing there among the younger men, wearing a piece of clothing he’d seen men of God wear before but in far darker colours and a warm smile on his face. Benny didn’t recognize the face, he was handsome indeed with bright eyes and a kind smile despite their situation. For a moment Benny forgot about his fear, instead somewhat stunned and confused by what he saw and only finally snapped back into it when one of the other men walked forwards towards the man in black and red. Watching in even greater shock as he intimately touched the boy like that, brushing his thumb across his bottom lip and praised him for what he had done and within a few moments both boys were heading off to do what they were told and get Benny’s room ready. Wait, his room?
“I…what? I…no, I…please you have to let me go. This…this isn’t my home, I’m not from here” He finally found his voice, unsure what to say or do as the panic began to set in again as he looked up at the man walking towards him. “Please let me go, what do you want from me? I-” He was cut off when he suddenly felt that hand gently stroking his cheek, breath hitching as he felt the warm and soft touch that sent a tingling sensation throughout him. He’d never had a man touch him like that before, it was…new. “But..but this isn’t…” He tried to find his words, eyes fluttering and swallowing thickly. “I was taken from my home, those boys brought me here. Please Mister, whoever you are - I won’t tell anyone anything if you just let me go back home. My mom and dad will be worried” He stammered, unsure if he should be terrified or not of this person who had apparently been responsible for his kidnapping.











