Property of Black

Chapter TWO AND THREE

CHAPTER TWO

I had absolutely no desire to go back to the house. My Aunt would be there with her pretentious friends having lunch. Lunch my ass. All those snots do are drink flavored martinis and gossip about everyone in town. They usually come over to my Aunt's because she does have the most substantial home out of all the women in her circle. Stupid gossips.

I know I have to clean my back off before I figure out anything. I get the feeling of drowsiness spreading through my body. Everything is looking rather cloud-like in appearance. I can't pass out here on the street. I keep going and keep repeating that I cannot pass out on the road. I decide to walk to the center of town, there must be a clinic to get it looked at. Hopefully, they can bill me.

I trudge out of the clinic with 6 stitches in my upper right shoulder. Apparently, I lost quite a bit of blood from the deep gash in my back. The nurse asked me what happened, and I said the quickest thing that came to mind. I said I was in the woods, and a tree branch got me. Yeah. She bought the lie. Not. Whatever, I don't care. I just needed it cleaned.

I walk to the town's cemetery just to try and relax before going back 'home.'

I'm sitting by a gravestone that has 'Here lies my brother, my soul, my love' inscribed on the cold whithering marble. The name on the stone is John Wesley Miller, 1887 - 1909. He was only 22. But what gets me is the creepy epitaph written on it. It just sounds so wrong. I took a peek to the stone on my left, and it was from a different family. However, the marker next to it had the name 'Patrick Henry Miller, 1887 - 1909'. Now that is creepy. But what was written blew my mind. 'Here, I lie next to my brother, my soul, my love, forever together.' All I can think about that this guy must have killed himself after his brother died. Very macabre. Also, I'm guessing they must have been the talk of the town. Now I feel a need to find out who these two guys were and what their story is. Maybe this weekend I'll go peek in the library.

CHAPTER THREE

I opened my eyes to see nothing but pitch black all around me. Damn, I must have fallen asleep at the cemetery. It seems like there is no moon out in the sky. I tried to move my head, but I felt a pull in my neck. Like my neck had fallen asleep as your arms and legs do. Weird. Never had that happen before. So I went to jerk my hands up to my neck to figure out the problem, but my arms wouldn't budge. In fact, they were sore too. Then as I was thinking about this, I figured I would see if my legs fair any better. The answer to that was a big N.O. Naturally, I stay calm and start to sing show tunes to help me think. Yeah right. I open my mouth to scream, but absolutely nothing but a small squeak would emanate out of it. A squeak? Really? I have such a low pitched voice that I can't imagine what was done to me to make me sound like a little scared mouse. Holy s**t! Holy s**t! Holy s**t! What the hell is going on? I hear myself whimpering in that minuscular tone, and I feel the need to throw up. But laying on my back without being able to move would mean I would choke on it.

I feel my eyes get a bit used to the endless black that surrounds me. I angle my eyes so I can somewhat see what may be going on with my arms. As I squint through the heavy sheath of ink that surrounds me, I notice my arms are pulled up to each corner of the top of the bed and are chained and cuffed without a milliammeter of giving to them. I assume that is what is going on with my legs and neck also.

I start to panic again, and I get shivers raking through my body. I feel myself begin to shake, but there is really no way my body can physically shake being chained so taunt. Then I realize why I am so cold, besides being scared shitless, I am naked.

I just don't understand how or why this could have happened. I've only been in this town for a week and just started school today. Yesterday? Hell, I don't even know what day it is. Maybe my Aunt and Uncle had me kidnapped to get me out of their lives for good. I am going to die keeps running in and out of my brain.

I'm a decent guy for God sake. Okay, so I am gay, whatever. It's not like I've ever been with anyone before. I never get close enough to people because we moved a lot, and rumors would always start to circulate within the first week of my arrival. I don't even know how they would begin. I bet my Aunt says things during her luncheons and those women must have kids my age, so they tell them. What could she conceivably say about me?

I know. My Aunt would stand up and viciously point up to my room screaming to her girlfriends that I am not her son. She would never have conceived such a homely unbecoming boy who is an ungrateful slob.

I try to do everything in my power to clean up after anything I do. But the woman who claims to be my care keeper never notices due to her scum of a husband. He is the filthy sleazeball that leaves crap everywhere. Naturally, she assumes it is me. I don't get it, I wear clean, laundered clothes, I always shower, and I have a neat appearance. Yet that heathen of a husband doesn't care because he is rich and gets away with most anything. I know I am not much to look at but all in all I can pass through society without many problems. I am about 5'7" tall with a medium built frame with some muscle hiding beneath my pale alabaster skin. I have to give it to my eyes in the looks area. I even like my almond shaped shinning silver/periwinkle colored eyes. My nose is smallish with a slight slope to it and might be a tad bit too long for my face, but what can you do? My pouty pinkish lips have a tendency to always curve down, and my hair is a deep glistening black that has a choppy front, and sidecut that sometimes gets in my eyes and the back of it hangs a couple of inches above my shoulder. I, of course, being me needed to embellish myself to feel a bit better, so I added a pair of snakebites to my lower lip, an eyebrow ring on my right side, pierced my tongue and I have a tattoo of a rose with a stem of thorns protruding out.

While I was chained and cuffed, and in deep thought, I must have fallen asleep again because all of a sudden, I feel like I am going blind. The room is glaring back at me in bright white light. It seems like it is a flashlight pointed to my face except it flows throughout the entire room. I kept my eyes closed tight and listen to figure out if someone might be in the place I dwell now. All I manage to hear is the crackling of the fluorescent lights that surround me. Besides being scared stupid, naked, blinded, and bound, I wasn't doing to bad. Sure. Who am I trying to kid? Obviously, I am trying to dupe myself since no one is in sight. Which is probably a good thing for me right now due to the facts stated previously.

Now my thoughts are getting all jumbled up, and I know I am not in my right mind. I open my eyes slowly and see the sickest pictures I've ever seen in my entire life. Guys posed in leashes and collars sitting on the floor by a guy petting him absentmindedly. Also, there is one of this guy bent over a dog bowl looking as if he is eating but his entire body, including his face, not his hair, is covered in some white stretchy material. All he has on over the white skintight catsuit type thing is a pair of laced-up leather arm warmers, black boots and a small pair of black laced up leather short shorts. And as I try to look around more, I see people suspended in ropes, more bound and collared. And some gagged. Holy s**t I am in hell...