Dean smiled as he dropped Blaine into the back seat of his rusted brown truck, there was a hole the size of his head in the rear door and as he slammed it closed more metal fell off onto the floor. His cock ached as he thought of all the things him and Blaine were going to do before the week was finished. That's even if he wakes up, a small voice in the back of his head chided. He may have used a little too much of the drug, but he didn't want risk his little bundle waking up and ruining all of his plans. The dealer said to use one pill but he'd used two just to make sure that his precious Blaine didn't wake.
Dean pulled into an empty warehouse and slipped out of the car silently, before opening the back door and picking his precious bundle up in his arms and making his way towards the old rotting wooden doors. Together forever, he thought to himself with a menacing smile.
*****
"Three fucking days! He's been gone three fucking days!" Chad screamed in frustration as he paced back and forth along the plush rug in the living room, his hands tugging at his hair. Blaine had been missing three days four hours and nineteen minutes to be exact. Every second felt like a lifetime on his heart.
"We'll find him, Chad," Thomas said in calm voice but underneath he knew it was his fault, if he had been watching Blaine then this wouldn't have happened. If he hadn't been making out with some twink in the back room then Blaine would still be here tonight. Thomas should have started an investigation when Blaine told him that he thought he was being watched, but he was too caught up with his dick to bother about Blaine's safety.
"We all know who has him! That sick psycho you call your brother!" Chad pointed at Nick and grabbed him by the collar, his fist hovering mid-air. "I swear to God if he hurts him..."
Nick gently pried Chad's hands from his shirt and pushed him onto the sofa, shaking his head in sympathy; Becky had arrived over thirty minutes earlier then left as Thomas had explained that he'd found metal off a car in the parking lot behind the strip club. If he knew his brother at all he would know where he was keeping Blaine captive, Dean was never like this when they were boys, and Nick had never got inkling that Dean was a cruel sadistic bastard like when he was with Blaine.
Turning back to Chad he saw the boy had his face buried in his hands and sobs were raking his body, Nick sat next to him and wrapped his arm around Chad's shoulder is a small form of comfort.
"We'll find him, Chad. Even if it is the last thing on earth we do,"
**** Blaine's eyes wouldn't open, he tried again to open them but they wouldn't budge, so instead he left them closed and he drifted back in unconsciousness, knowing it could mean life or death if he did. It felt like it was the hundredth time he had tried to swim to the surface but as soon as he got to the top he was dragged down by something again. It could have been hours or minutes he was unconscious when he awoke to a clattering behind him, this time his eyes opened enough for him to see out of them, craning his neck back he looked above him to see his hand tied with rope to a metal hook that dangled from the rafters, his bare tiptoes barely reached the floor, bound at the ankles. That couldn't be good. His brains struggled to catch up with the events of what happened.
Trying his hardest he opened his eyes almost fully and glanced down, sighing in relief as he found his pants still intact and on his body, Blaine pulled at the chain and whimpered in frustration as the metal clanged loudly but didn't loosen, he heard a rustling behind him again and closed his eyes, feigning sleep hoping to avoid any contact from his captor. He let his body dangle even as the rope burned marks on his wrists and pain sliced through his arms. Hearing heavy footfalls in front of him he bit the inside of his cheek to stop his eyes from craning open to get a peak at the man he knew stood before him. Curious as to see if he looked any different from the last time they had had an untimely meeting.
"Wake up, fag," Dean's smoke roughed voice clattered through his mind at the same time a resounding smack stung his right cheek, the sound echoing loudly, whimpering again he opened his eyes coming face to face with the man of his nightmares. Although he looked the same as last time, Dean was a lot more skinnier and ill looking, with dark circles under his eyes and a pale complexion and he looked even more dangerous judging by the sharp knife that dangled between his fingertips.
"Finally, it has been three fucking days. I was getting bored," Dean fingered the lethal looking blade between his fingers as he advanced on him. "I think I used a little too much of that drug. The other boys I overdosed on too,"
"Please..." Blaine whispered and shuffled back on the wooden board, splinters entering his toes causing his to bite his lip rather than moan in pain.
"You'll be mine forever, Blaine. First I'll make love to you and then we shall make the ultimate sacrifice and be together forever, my love," Dean's hand stroked down his face and it was everything he could to not shudder at the feel of Dean's skin against his own.
"You're insane," Blaine screamed as he thrashed on the rope, causing the metal to clang and Dean smack him across the face again.
"No, I'm in love." Dean poised the knife at Blaine's forearm and smiled almost tenderly as he brought the blade down, Blaine screamed as pain shot through his left arm, think of Chad, he said over and over in his head as he endured torture again from Dean.
**** "Where did he take him last time?" Thomas asked Chad as he paced up and down the area in front of the sofa.
"Err...he said some abandoned warehouse up in Amsterdam," Chad whispered as he ran his hand through his hair for at least the fiftieth time that day, his fingers got caught on a knot and he tugged them through wincing slightly.
"Did he say if it was near anything? Anything particular he remembered?" Thomas looked up at him, Chad's eyes were red and puffy, his hair sticking up in every direction and he looked bad, everyone had wisely kept their mouths shut about telling him to get some sleep. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep if it was Michael in Blaine's place. Tina and Jack kept pottering around them all handing them coffee and sandwiches.
"Why the hell are we sitting here and not out looking for him?" Chad growled his hands clenching the table cloth in a death grip, the lacy fabric tearing as his fingernails pierced the delicate lace.
"If we don't figure out where he is we will waste more time looking everywhere than a certain place." Thomas said reasonably. "Now answer the question,"
"He heard water and he also said that it smelt really fishy. There was also a bed in there. Also Dean kept screaming at him to keep quiet or the neighbours would hear," Chad smiled slightly as Blaine explained it to him, they had just finished a marathon session of love making and Chad had almost been asleep when Blaine had whispered those words.
"Could have been fishing docks?" Thomas put his fingers to the bridge of his nose and mumbled words that Chad couldn't hear, almost ten minutes of pacing in that same position his head finally popped up and he frowned grimly.
"I'm guessing he'll replay the kidnapping. The only place I can think that is remotely even a slight place is the old fish warehouse, where they used to keep the towns fish supply. It has been abandoned for over three years now. They've just started knocking down warehouses to build actual houses. That one hasn't been knocked down yet," Thomas said as he grabbed his phone and dialled Becky.
"What did she say?" Chad said as he leant forward his stomach jumping with nervousness. "Is he there?"
"There was a phone call anonymously saying they'd heard screams from the warehouse," Thomas said grimly.
