Ryan's POV

Ricky and I were rushing around, making coffee after coffee. It was so busy today, and neither of us knew why. We'd even missed our lunch break because of it. 

It was about 3 o'clock when it finally calmed down. We sat down, taking a few breaths.

The door opened, and both of us groaned. More people. Ricky got up to take the order, and I got ready to make it, when all of a sudden I heard Ricky make a happy noise. "Daddy!"

"Hello, my little prince." He said, kissing Ricky. He looked to me. "Ryan, thank god you're okay. Ricky was up half the night, freaking out."

"Shit, I'm sorry Mike. My phone died and a guy helped me out and drove me here and stuff."

"It's okay. It's not your fault. At least you're okay."

The door opened and Mike moved out of the way.

I was confused to see Chris come in. He ran up to me.

"Ryan, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know any liquor stores around here?" He asked. "Please, I have to hurry."

"Um, about a mile down the road, left side." I told him.

"Thank you." He said.

He turned to leave, but Mike grabbed his arm before he could.

"You don't drink. What are you doing?"

Chris stared at him fearfully. "I-I...help me."

He pulled himself away and ran out the door.

"You know him?" Both me and Ricky asked at the same time.

"...old friend."

"What the hell did he mean by 'help me'?" I asked.

"I honestly don't know. How do you know him anyway?"

"He's the guy who helped me last night."

Mike nodded. He looked to Ricky. "You brought dinner, pumpkin. You too, Ry."

"Yay! Tank yew, daddy!"

"Thanks." I smiled.

"Does daddy wants coffee?" Ricky asked, beginning to play with the end of his apron.

"Daddy does want coffee."

"Yay! Coffee for daddy!"

I loved watching Ricky and Mike. They were so cute together.

Ricky made Mike a coffee, handing it to him.

"I has coffee, dada?"

He laughed. "You can have some."

Ricky made a happy noise, getting himself, and me a cup of coffee.  

"What'd daddy brings us for dinner?" He asked.

"I brought you guys tacos."

"I love daddy's tacos!" Ricky screamed, jumping up and down. "Thank you, daddy! Ricky loves daddy!"

"Daddy loves Ricky too." Mike said, sipping his coffee. 

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Chris's POV

I rushed from the Starbucks to the liquor store, moving as quickly as possible. I shouldn't have asked for Mike's help.

I bought the most expensive bottle of whiskey, assuming that's what he wanted.

I was rushing back to my car when I saw Mike standing there.

I shook my head, trying to get past him, but he stopped me.

"You asked for my help. What happened?"

"I have to get back. I can't stop and talk." I mumbled.

"No. You're going to tell me."

"Please. I have to go." I whimpered. He wouldn't let me get in my car.

"You said you needed help..."

"I shouldn't have asked." I told him. "I have to go."

I pushed him out of the way, getting in my car.

I rushed home, jumping out of my car and running inside.

He wasn't in the living room, where he was when I left. I checked the kitchen, and then ran up to my room. He was lying on the bed, things broke and torn on the floor around him. It would take days to clean this.

He stood, grabbing the bag from my hands.

I watched him open it and drink from it. He put it down and walked up to me. He pushed me to my knees, tying the blindfold around my head.

"What did Kuza want?" He asked.

"I-I needed to ask where the nearest liquor store was, and I didn't know he was there. He saw me and he wanted to know why I was buying alcohol. I didn't tell him anything."

"Good boy. It's about time you did something right."

He grabbed my chin, forcing my head back. He pulled my mouth open, pouring some of the burning liquid down my throat. I tried to spit it out, but I couldn't. He covered my mouth and pinched my nose, giving me no other option but to swallow. He released me and I began to cough and choke. My throat was on fire.

He did it again and again, forcing me to swallow mouthful after mouthful of that disgusting drink.

I heard the sound of the bottle being placed on a table. Next thing I knew, I was being thrown on my bed, my mouth held open yet again. He shoved a different peice of cloth in my mouth, then covered it in tape.

My thoughts were getting foggy and my head was spinning. I whimpered, digging my nails into the bed.

I didn't feel right. 

He dragged me into the bathroom, sitting me down on the toilet. I didn't know what he was doing. I was scared. I was shaking, letting out a tiny whimper as he ran his hands over my sides. I couldn't see, I couldn't speak. What was he going to do now?

"No one can help you..." He told me. "I own you, and its time that you learned that." 

I gave a small nod. 

"I'm going to take away all of your senses until you have nothing." 

I whimpered. 

"You can't see, you can't taste. Now, I'll take away your hearing." 

I screamed through the gag. Why is he doing this? I'm so sorry. I just want to tell him that. I'll do whatever he wants. I want to be a good boy...

"Don't be scared. You deserve this." 

That was the last thing I heard before something covered my ears, leaving me in total silence. 

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WhY am I so fucked up? oops

~Syn