Caretakers Beloved
Chapter 2
TW: kidnap, obsessed creepy Whumper, stalking, assault, torture, forced confessions, future noncon, future torture.
Caretaker slowly came round, the loud buzzing in his head adding an extra layer of agony to the pounding already pulsing in sync with his heartbeat. His neck felt hot and swollen where the needle had injected its sedatives into him.
He licked his dry lips and tried to focus as the door to his cell like room was unlocked. He made to stand up before realising that he’d been cuffed, feet and hands, to a single wooden chair, the kind he’d seen in movies. He couldn’t help but grin at the comparison even though his blood chilled at the thought.
Whumper stepped into the room but held back by the door. He stared at Caretaker whilst twirling what looked like pliers in his hand. Finally he spoke in that soft voice that Caretaker had long thought was buried in the past.
“Hello Ryan, miss me? I sure missed my Luca. You, not so much.”
“You”, Ryan snarled in fury and launched himself against his bonds only to snap back in the chair with chaffed wrists where the metal had bit into him.
“I’m going to fucking kill you, Elias! What have you done? Luca made it perfectly clear years ago that he didn’t want to be with you. He never even showed an ounce of interest, you were the one obsessed and making up lies. Fucking stalking him nonstop and keeping him locked in his own house for weeks while you played mind games and assaulted him. And now you have the gall to kidnap him again? What the fuck will it take to get it through your thick skull that he doesn’t want you!”
Elias slowly walked over to where Ryan was still thrashing and ranting on his chair. He studied him for a moment before grabbing a fistful of hair. Ryan stopped fighting and looked up at Elias. The punch came quickly and Ryan felt his nose crack and his hair wrench from the roots as his head snapped to the side.
“The pair of you put me in prison, got restraining orders against me.” Elias whispered through clenched teeth as he watched blood start to drip down Ryan’s chin.
“I’m finally going to take what is due to me, compensation for the hell you put me through. My own family cut contact with me, they think I’m psychotic, all because of you! This time I’m going to have my Luca and I’m going to make sure you don’t interfere again.”
Elias pinched Ryan’s chin between thumb and fore finger in a bruising grip as he lifted his face again, he rubbed his thumb across Ryan’s lower lip, then spat on his face. Saliva mixed with the blood and ran from nose to chin.
Ryan tried to shake the spit from his face, he glared through narrowed eyes, feeling the cartilage in his nose shift from the punch. He watched as Elias picked up long Velcro straps and approached him again. He struggled in vain as Elias wrapped the straps round his torso, his thighs, his upper and lower arms anchoring him to the chair.
“Who would have thought Velcro straps would be impossible to escape from.” Elias laughed with delight as he forced Ryan’s hand flat against the arm rest and firmly restrained that in place too.
Ryan’s blood turned icy again as Elias picked up the pliers he’d brought into the room earlier. He looked at his hand flattened out and his heart sped, sweat began to prickle his skin, it wasn’t hard to guess what was about to happen.
Elias hovered over Ryan, his hands clamped down hard on his arms as he stared at the restrained man beneath him.
“I want to know exactly what your relationship is with Luca. Do you think you love each other? How far have you gone together? Or are you still just the guy who stole him away from me?”
Ryan trembled as he spat an answer back. “I never stole anything from you, you were stalking him, you had abducted him. I was a helping hand, I gave him a safe place to hide. You’re still delusional, you fucking freak.”
“Hummmm, I don’t think I believe that one for a second. Luca would never be afraid of me.”
Elias positioned the pliers and gripped the pinky finger nail. He began to slowly pull the nail away from its bed. Ryan tried to push through it and act tough but the pain was overwhelming. Soon his pleas began to fill the room along with his gasping breaths.
“Stop, please stop…. Aghhhhh, you fucking… stop.”
The cries gave way to a guttural howl as Elias suddenly twisted the pliers and pulled hard. The nail sprang free. Ryan’s body shook, his hand throbbed and he tried to draw in enough air to compose himself, even as tears streamed down his face. He looked down at the exposed nail bed. Pink, with blood welling across it. He could feel how sensitive it was just from the air currents in the room that touched the exposed flesh.
“Next question. Are you and Luca an item?” Elias paced back and forth in front of Ryan.
“N-no, No we’re not!” Ryan wasn’t sure why he’d straight out lied, at the back of his mind he hoped it might offer Luca some protection from the psycho that was hurting him. They’d only just got together really, he’d helped Luca back from that dark place with Elias. A friend randomly met, then trusted and it eventually became more.
“Well your social media says otherwise.” Elias held up his phone to show Ryan his own profile, the picture of the header was of himself wrapped in Luca’s arms.
The pliers dipped toward his ring finger. Ryan tried to curl his fingers away only for Elias to smack him hard on the knuckles with the pliers. As the shock sent waves of pain through the bones, Elias gripped the next nail and ripped it free in one brutal tug.
Ryan screamed as the nail left his finger and red hot fire shrieked up his arm. He felt sick with the pain, he shook like a leaf wanting more than anything to be somewhere else.
The questions continued. Had he known Luca before that day in the park? How had he known Luca was being held against his will? Why had he chosen to ‘rescue’ Luca?
More finger nails followed as they were wrenched from his body. One was rotated slowly from one side of his finger to the other while he whimpered and pleaded.
Ryan openly sobbed, “I was sat next to you at the fountain. Luca palmed his thumb and wrapped his fingers over his hand, I knew he needed help and by the way you gripped him, well it was easy to see why. I’d never met him or you prior to that day.” Ryan hung his head and wept.
“Do you love him?”
Ryan didn’t lie this time, he raised his head and whispered his confirmation.
“Yes, yes I do.”
Rage filled Elias’ eyes and he clenched his fists. He raised one and instead of smacking Ryan in the face again, bought it smashing down onto the exposed nail beds.
Ryan howled in misery, the throbbing in his fingers sending waves of agony through his body. He retched as the pain refused to subside.
Elias leaned down and gripped Ryan’s chin tightly once more.
“I’ll let you think through your answers, how much pain you’re willing to go through to continue to protect Luca. Because it will all be for nothing in the end. I will win. I never got to consummate my love for him last time. But once he sees me, feels me inside him, feels what I can do to his body and the pleasure I can give him, you will be a distant memory, a helping hand lost to the past. You sure you want to put yourself through it? Because it won’t end well for you.”
Elias dropped the pliers to the floor, tapped Ryan’s cheek with a condescending pat and ruffled his hair before turning and blessedly leaving him with his wounds.
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