Rendezvous Chapter 2

I awoke what seemed like centuries later. My head was throbbing with a vengeance as I slowly opened my eyes. The tape had been removed from both my eyes and mouth. I blinked as the bright light temporarily blinded me. It had been a while since I could actually see anything. I took a long look at my surroundings. It seemed this man was literally bathing in money with how lavishly decorated his bedroom was.

Or, I assumed this was the master bedroom. I was sitting on a bed of pure maroon satin. I felt the texture of it in awe. I'd never felt something so nice. The room had expensive looking furniture. The canopy above the bed was something new and strange to me too. The room had a weird Victorian feel to it, but knowing the rumors about the business my father was supposed to stop, these men had a whole other room for their activities with their "pets." I shivered. I was only wearing my black briefs, and it was fucking cold.

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fight off the chill creeping through the room. I supposed it was meant to be cold for the sick activities Vincent had in mind. This time I shivered from the thought of what he was going to do to me. I hunched my shoulders and just tried to keep warm. I know I should be thinking of a way to escape, but most likely the door is locked, and security has to be tight if just his room looks like this.

Besides, I have no home to run to. If I went to the one I grew up in my father would just drag me back here, and who knows what kind of punishment Vincent uses? I don't think I want to find out. Maybe, if I just get used to the house and earn Vincent's trust I can actually find a way out of here! That might take awhile though. I don't have much to lose anyways. Might as well give it a shot. If I die trying well, I guess I died trying.

Suddenly, I was ripped out of my thoughts when the great ornately carved door was opened. I released a sigh of relief when it was just a servant. The servant calmly walked over to me and pulled out a black leather collar. I froze in shock.
"Hell to the no!" I thought angrily in my head as I watched the servant come closer with the restraint. "I have to earn trust. Even with the servants." I told myself. With that thought I bowed my head stiffly and let the man secure the leather strip around my pale neck. Soon, these motherfuckers were going to get what they deserved. I looked up at the servant for further instruction. This was going to be tough, following orders and suffering until I get at least some trust. Or until Vincent gets bored with me. A twinge of fear ran through me at the thought. Something else I have to work hard at. Great.
"Master Vincent expects you to be clean and dressed in twenty minutes." the man began as he lead me towards the extravagant bathroom that was attached to the master bedroom.

"I will have your clothes out on the bed when you are finished with your bath." he said. His voice was boring and monotone, like a robot. I just nodded and waited for him to fill the bathtub and leave. When the bathroom door finally closed I slid into the tub, but not before I heard him lock the giant door leading from the hallway and into the bedroom. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't worry about me escaping just yet, boys." I muttered to myself as I began to wash all the dirt and grime from myself. Rolling around on the ground in front of a car can get you surprisingly dirty. The warm water was soothing and helped sate my chills, but I couldn't get too comfortable. I had to see just how bad Vincent's "playing" really was. I quickly washed my hair and got out. I dried my body off as best as I could before padding into the bedroom again. I gaped at what was splayed on the bed for me to wear. I almost dropped the towel I was holding around my waist. They seriously expected me to wear that!

There was a pair of really short leather shorts with a matching vest and hat. There was a badge on the front of the hat, so I'm guessing this is some police fetish get-up. I was not amused. At all. I scowled, but put the items on anyways. I cautiously lay down on the bed, because it felt like the leather would split open at any minute. I was definitely uncomfortable, and you could tell. I was getting irritated with how long he was taking. I just wanted to get this over with and go to bed already! Finally, I heard someone approaching the door in the hallway.

My head shot up in nervous fear and anxiety when the door opened to reveal Vincent. Or I assumed it was Vincent. He had long, black shiny hair, with cruel, black eyes. His sharp features and strong looking jaw made him look all the more intimidating. The man reminded me more of a raven in looks than a wild cat. I looked down at the simple black suit. I was slightly pissed that he didn't have to dress up as a slutty cop like me, but I guess I am the toy aren't I? I don't have much say in this. I pouted. He smirked. I freaked. "Oh, God! Oh, God! What happened to my confidence?" I tried to sit perfectly still, but my nerves kept making me twitch and fidget. I'm pretty sure he could just taste the fear rolling off of me. Especially with the look he's giving me. "Like..." I trailed off in my head. I looked up again at his carnal smile. "Like a mountain lion." My eyes widened as Butch's words came back to me in a rush.
"Good luck, kid. Vinny here is just like a mountain lion. He'll play with you for awhile then lose interest, and you know what happens when a cat looses interest." I was shaking by that point as he literally stalked over to the bed.
"Well, well, little pet. What's got you all shook up?" he snickered as he stopped at the edge of the bed. I crawled back towards the head board. I didn't want to be anywhere near that man. He slowly slid off the jacket of his suit before crawling onto the bed after me. Now he really reminded me of a mountain lion! Stalking me as if I were prey. I tried to scoot back some more, but my back was pressed hard into the head board. I had no escape. Vincent pressed himself flush up against me with that devilish smirk still painted on his lips.
"Now is the time for you to make your feeble escape, but just know that I can easily catch you, love." he breathed into my ear. My eyes widened and my breath quickened as he leaned away from me. My gaze followed him as he got up and walked over to the window, unbuttoning his white dress shirt on the way. Was he really letting me have a chance at escape? I looked between him and the door, trying to make up my mind. Before I could give it much more thought I jumped up and bolted to the door. I wrenched it open and ran down the the hallway at full speed. I don't think I've ever ran this fast before! There was a staircase coming up on my right. I quickly flung myself down them as if Satan himself were on my heels. The adrenaline was giving me a wild rush! My blood was on fire and my lungs felt as if they were about to collapse as I literally jumped down the last flight of stairs and onto a slick marble floor. I gasped as I lost my footing and slid face first towards the polished marble. I squeezed my eyes shut; ready for the sharp pain. Except it didn't come. Right before impact I felt a strong arm curl around my waist and pull swiftly back. The air escaped me as I was slammed into a rock hard chest. I was dizzy and gasping hard for air as I lay limp as a rag doll in the strong arms.
"Whoa, little guy! What's the rush?" the man who was holding me said. I was relived to hear that this voice didn't belong to Vincent. The man carefully set me down on my feet in front of him. I looked up at him confused. The man was giving me a concerned look.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm dizzy." I said. I gazed up at him for a few more minutes until I remembered what I should be running from. My eyes widened and I was just about to bolt towards the door when the man caught me again. This time he slung me over his shoulder.
"Would you by any chance be my brother's new plaything?" he asked suddenly. He must have just figured out why I was running like a bat out of hell. I whimpered in response.
"Yes, and I'd like to have him back, brother." came a very angry voice.
We both turned to see Vincent at the top of the grand staircase I had just flown down. His expression was not happy at all. The chase had been ruined. I started to shake in fear.
"Hey, it's okay, little guy." he said trying to comfort me. He put his big calloused hand on my back and rubbed it soothingly. I calmed instantly. Vincent's anger flared and he charged down the stairs in a fury.
"Hands off my pet you idiot!" he yelled. Vincent's brother calmly put me down on the floor and ushered me to back away before turning around to consult his brother.
"Listen up, Vincent. I'm sick and tired of you bringing in perfectly innocent boys and breaking them down 'till they literally have no soul! I swear to God and everything that is holy that if you break this one..." he trailed off. His voice shaking in rage. Even Vincent backed up a bit, astonished by his brother's reaction.
"I'll kill you." he said turning around quickly and stalking off.
"J-Josh! Get y-your ass back here! You can't speak to me that way! You're just a damn gardener!" Vincent ran after him. I just stood there confused and slightly shaking. The look on Josh's face as he turned from Vincent scared me. Like he was literally trying to keep his hands from choking his brother. The two kinda looked alike, but Josh had kind blue eyes and shorter messier black hair. Unlike his brother he had more of a body builder look while Vincent was wiry with slight muscle.
I sat down on the staircase with my head resting on my knees. I'm not sure how long I'll last here, but right now my plan is looking very feeble. I took a few deep breaths before standing. I walked right out the front door and around to the back of the house, hoping to find Josh lingering around somewhere. I stopped suddenly before rounding the corner; hearing voices whispering fiercely.
"Yeah! Josh totally blew up in Vinny's face! I heard he was going to be fired." I heard a man say. Gossip traveled fast around here. I felt my heart sink. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I had Josh fired.
"Nah, dude. I bet he will just get locked up in his room for awhile. He is Vincent's brother, after all." the other man replied.
"Then why does he even work for Vincent anyways? Shouldn't he be rich and everything too?" the first man who spoke asked.
"There was a rumour back when he first started that he fell in love with some poor, dirty maid, and his parents disowned him. So, then he came to his brother; begging for work." the other man shrugged.
"Poor, guy." they both seemed to have a silent pity moment before walking off to do their jobs. I turned back around and pressed my back up against the cool stone; closing my eyes. I, too, felt pity for Josh. At least he had a heart, unlike his cold-hearted brother. Making sure there wasn't anyone else abandoning their work I began to search for Josh again. This time I knew a little more about my savior. Or could I even call him that? He didn't even know who I was until literally the last minute. God knows how dangerous he could really be, but I just felt this weird pull towards him. I wondered down the lawn in the back until a stable came into view. It was brightly lit on the inside, and was spilling some of the golden light out onto the dark, almost black, grass. Could he be in there? I wondered. I circled around back and found a wooden door. I pushed it open and peered inside. My eyes met a broad chest covered in a white stain covered shirt. The man gave me a smirk and put down the pot he was carrying. I backed away as he pulled the door open farther.
"Well, then. Did the little mousey lose his way?" he chuckled grabbing me and dragging me inside. I struggled and tried to wrench my arm free.
"Stop! Let me go!" I screamed thrashing around for all I was worth.
"Nah. You're kinda cute. Not really crazy about the whole cop fetish thing, but ole' Vinny sure is the kinky type." he laughed. His breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. This man was entirely different from Josh, and that disgusted me. Josh was tall, strong, and his skin was smooth with a tinge of mint. This man was fat, hairy, and a total slob. I felt tears run down my cheeks as he dragged me down the hall and opened another door. It seemed to be a big empty place for the stable hands to relax. There were multiple couches, love seats, and recliners sitting around, none of them matched one another, and a TV in the corner. All the men looked up from their card games, books, and beers when we burst through the door.
"Look what I found lurkin' around out back, boys." he said shoving me in front of him. I just stood there like a deer stuck in the headlights of a semi truck. I bet my eyes were round as dinner plates too. They all just looked at me for a second, but then they all seemed to understand the situation. Young blond boy, in a slutty cop outfit, totally vulnerable in their home, and most likely a virgin.
"Damn, Pete. Vinny must have been pretty fuckin' pissed at Josh to let this hot piece of ass out of his sight. Now I know what everyone was talking about with the expensive hostage." he winked at me.
"Hey, cutie. What's your name?" I gritted my teeth. It was hard to decipher what I was feeling. Right now it was a strong mixture of terror and anger.
"Michael." a heavy voice growled. We all whipped around to see Josh bloody and beaten in the doorway across from us. I hadn't seen him come in due to the man that had come to stand in front of me. Now, I peered around to see him slam the door shut and walk up to the man in front of me. He reared back his fist and punched the man so hard he fell with a loud thump! I swear I also heard a sickening crunch as his fist hit the man's face. I dropped to my knees shivering; head low. I just wanted to go home. Wait, no. Home was hell now. I wanted to go somewhere safe, where I could be alone and just cry.
"Pete, I suggest you go back to the kitchen. I don't even know why you're out here anyways. Kitchen staff is low right now." he hissed. Pete through his hands up and walked towards the door Josh came in through.
"Hey, these boys need some decent food out here in the stables. Thought I'd be nice and fix 'em somethin'. Ya know. Just bein' nice!" he said walking out. Josh shook his head and gently grabbed my arm after the burly man had closed the door once again. All the men were staring at us; few went to help their fallen friend.
"Come on." he said quietly. I kept my head down, but followed him through the door Pete had his back up against just a few seconds ago. He led me to the very last door in the hallway, right next to the door leading outside. I sat down obediently on the bed as Josh went through his dressers.
"Why did you come out here, Michael? It's dangerous." he whispered. His voice was laced with anger. I swallowed hard.
"I'm sorry." I kept staring at my bare knees as he came over with one of his white T-shirts.
"Put this on before you freeze to death." he said grumpily. I slid it on quickly, not wanting to anger him further.
"What was he thinking? Putting you in that and just turning you loose. What if you out ran him? It definently looked like you could. What would happen if the guys really had hurt you? The bastard." he choked on the last part. I glanced over timidly to see him sobbing in his hands on the bed beside me. I instantly felt bad for causing him pain. I reached over and hugged him tight, burying my head into the side of his chest.
"I'm sorry." I breathed. The sobs eventually quieted into raggid breaths. I sat there with my arms around him until, finally, he wrapped his own arms around me and pulled me into his lap. I snuggled into his chest, feeling the security I had longed for ever since I was sold to Vincent.
"I'll have to go back soon. He'll have a punishment for me." I said regretfully. Josh didn't have to ask who 'he' was.
"I don't want you going back there." he said protectively tightening his arms around me.
"I don't either! How do you think I feel? I'm the one that's going to be in all the pain here!" I shouted.
"The physical pain. What about mental? That hurts just as bad, Michael! I might not be feeling it on my body, but I can still feel it like a knife on the inside! For fuck's sake! I'm feeling it right now!" he yelled back. I got up furiously and stalked out of the room.
"Don't bother worrying about me, asshole!" I seethed over my shoulder before plunging into the cold air outside. The door slammed shut from the wind before I could hear Josh's reply. I stood there foolishly in the soon to be rain, and waited. Just waited to see if he cared enough to come after me. A minute passed, then two. It was about ten minutes before I was able to walk back up towards the manor. Numb on the inside. I knew he didn't care. Who would care about me? Just when I thought I found someone to trust in this God forsaken place... I wiped at my cheeks, but the wind had already dried most of the tears.
I quickly pulled myself together, getting ready to knock on the massive front door of the mansion. My nerves were as calm as I could get them, but I was still quivering like a dead leaf on the stoop. I raised my hand and gave three, sharp raps on the door. A few seconds later the servant that gave me my collar opened the door. He gave me a quick once over and moved to the side.
"The master has been expecting you. Please escort yourself to his bed chambers. I assume you know where they are." he said in the same monotone. I nodded feebly and walked past him and started up the stairs.
I was numb all over as I slowly reached for the door. Before I could knock it swung open wide to reveal the object of my terror.
"I knew you'd come back, pet." he said, lips curling into a sinister smirk. Just as I thought the mood couldn't get worst, I heard a clap of thunder. It was raining.