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CHAPTER SIX

Gabriel stared at the door. He didn’t move from his spot on the mattress for a while, even after Viktor had left him alone. His scalp still stung from how hard Viktor had gripped his hair, and he could still taste his captor’s musky, sweet seed on his tongue.

He glanced down at himself as Viktor’s words ran rampant through his mind. He was naked, and he’d sucked Viktor off like a cheap whore. As if that wasn’t already bad enough, he was still sporting a semi-hard-on, and he hated how his body reacted to what Viktor had done to him.

Gabriel lay curled up on his side, his ankle now a dull throbbing. He stayed like that for a long while, and since there was no clock in the basement, he couldn’t tell the time. All he could do was peer up at the small rectangular window at the very top of the wall to see whether it was day or night. Light still spilled inside, though the longer he glanced around, it seemed more shadows were forming in the corners of the room.

Gabriel thought about the conversation he’d had with his father over the phone. It was the first time in two years that he’d heard his voice, and all it did was hurt him all over again. His father didn’t love him, and didn’t want anything to do with him since he’d disowned him for being gay. Gabriel’s chest grew heavy and ached as tears welled in his eyes, and he sobbed between harsh breaths.

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, lying in a fetal position and crying, but he didn’t care. It helped to process his emotional pain, and he needed to grieve to get it out of his system. Eventually, the tears stopped flowing, and his face itched from the dry feeling on his cheeks.

There was a familiar clicking sound as someone unlocked the door from the other side, and sniffing, Gabriel sat up and wiped his eyes. Keeping his legs together so as not to flash his junk, he watched as the man with the low ponytail and light gray eyes walked into the basement.

There were folded clothes in his hands, and he set them down on the mattress. Gabriel saw a pair of black briefs, and underneath was a large T-shirt. They smelled like detergent. Hanging from the man’s arm was a white plastic bag, and he fished inside it before pulling out a bottle of water, two single tabs of unopened pills, and a pack of tissues. He put them all on the dresser, and then picked up the tray with the empty plastic cup from earlier before turning and walking towards the door.

“Wait,” Gabriel said.

He stopped and turned around to look at him.

Gabriel stared at him for a moment. “I... just wanted to say thanks.”

The man nodded.

“What’s your name?” Gabriel asked.

The man’s dark eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Gabriel sighed. “I just figured that since I’m seeing you again, I should at least know your name. I already know Viktor’s name.”

He was silent for a moment, and then said, “It’s Sasha.”

Gabriel nodded and Sasha walked out the door and shut it, leaving him alone again. He reached for the painkillers first. There were only two sealed tablets and he swallowed them down with water from the bottle, glad that the lid on it was sealed. Next, he reached for his underwear and the T-shirt, pulling them both on. The T-shirt was baggy on him, barely covering his ass. It didn’t appear brand new, and Gabriel was certain it belonged to Viktor.

Gabriel grabbed the fabric in both hands and stared at it, feeling his stomach clench. He didn’t want to wear Viktor’s T-shirt, especially after being called a slut by him when he’d given Viktor a blow job, but wearing it would be better than going topless. He was lucky he was being allowed to wear clothes in the first place.

He groaned as he remembered how Viktor had used his mouth. Gabriel shouldn’t have enjoyed it or been excited by it. Viktor was right, he was a freak for liking it. What the fuck was wrong with him? Viktor was threatening to kill him; he shouldn’t be feeling anything other than fear and disgust towards him. Instead, he mostly felt that way at himself for how his body had responded to his kidnapper.

The worst part? He didn’t even think that Viktor was an ugly guy. He was good-looking, in that rough sort of way that not every man could pull off. Big, tough, and muscular. Gabriel shouldn’t be attracted to him, because Viktor only wanted the same thing all the other guys did—to use him sexually. His past hookups never cared about him or loved him, and neither would Viktor. Gabriel was unlovable, his father had made that clear when he’d disowned him for being gay, and now he’d been turned into a fuck toy.

It felt like the universe was playing a sick, cruel joke on him, but he knew being sexually receptive to Viktor was the only way to ensure his survival. He’d do whatever was necessary to live to see another day, even if it meant sucking Viktor off, or letting him do more .

Lying on his side again, Gabriel stared at the small rectangular window, watching as the sky eased from blue to a mix of orange and yellow as the day slipped into dusk. At this point, Gabriel must not have eaten for hours because his stomach felt empty and clenched with hunger.

The door opened and Sasha walked in with a tray in both hands. On it was a bowl with liquid inside and a small flat plate with a piece of bread on it. He put it on the top of the wooden dresser and left without a word.

Gabriel sat up, avoiding putting pressure on his ankle, and took the tray before carefully placing it on the bed. He spooned the soup into his mouth and dipped the fluffy bread into it as he ate. Alone in the silence, it was oddly peaceful as he filled his stomach, and after finishing dinner, he returned the tray to the top of the dresser and sat with his back against the wall, starting to feel a fullness in his bladder.

When the door opened again sometime later, Gabriel expected it to be Sasha returning to take the dishes, but when he saw Viktor, he tensed up and stayed frozen to the spot. Viktor was expressionless as he walked into the room, but his eyes were on Gabriel, watching him. Gabriel glanced down, breaking eye contact.

“Do you need to use the toilet?” Viktor asked.

Gabriel lifted his head to look up at him and nodded.

“Get up,” Viktor said.

Gabriel inched to the edge of the mattress and put his good foot down first. He did the same with the other and grimaced when a sharp sensation shot through his ankle, making him lift his foot up again.

“What’re you doing?” Viktor asked.

Gabriel could sense Viktor’s impatience and a surge of heat rushed through him. He glared at Viktor. “In case you couldn’t tell, I can’t stand on my foot.”

Viktor narrowed his eyes, and Gabriel sighed, knowing that getting upset with him wouldn’t make a difference. It wasn’t worth making Viktor angry either, especially when Gabriel relied on him now. “I’m sorry. It’s just... my ankle hurts a lot.”

Viktor leaned down and scooped him up into his arms, before carrying him like he weighed nothing out of the room and into a lit hallway. For a moment, all Gabriel could do was stare up at Viktor, at his sharp stubbled jaw and the firm expression on his face. Gabriel glanced down and saw that he was clutching Viktor’s shirt in both hands.

He then turned his attention to his surroundings. They were in the hallway they’d been in before, but Gabriel couldn’t see what was beyond it. They passed the bathroom, and right next to it was another door. Viktor opened it to reveal a toilet inside, before he sat Gabriel down on the closed lid then stepped back. “Pull down your underwear.”

Gabriel did what he was told, but before he could ask how he was going to maneuver himself next, Viktor picked him up so that Gabriel was standing on his good foot and leaning against Viktor’s warm, muscular chest, with his briefs to his knees and his ass completely out. His face flushed warm, and Gabriel ducked his head and stared at the floor, hoping Viktor couldn’t see him blushing.

With an arm wrapped firmly around Gabriel’s waist, Viktor lifted the lid to the toilet and helped him sit down. Gabriel waited for Viktor to leave, but he stood still by the mouth of the door.

“Um... can I have some privacy?” Gabriel asked.

Viktor watched him for a brief moment before he turned his back on him and stepped out of the room. He left the door ajar, but it wasn’t enough for Viktor to see him even while he waited on the other side.

With a sigh, Gabriel emptied his bladder, feeling relief replace his discomfort, and once he was done, he called out Viktor’s name. When Viktor stepped back inside, he helped Gabriel up, and like before, Gabriel leaned against him and pulled up his briefs. Viktor then carried him back into the dark basement only illuminated by the hall light, and sat him down on the bed.

“Thanks,” Gabriel said.

Viktor looked at him before he turned and walked to the door, and Gabriel watched as he stepped out and shut it behind him, leaving Gabriel alone in the darkness.

Lying on his side, Gabriel shut his eyes and breathed in Viktor’s earthy scent on his T-shirt.