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For the next three days Nye lived in a twilight world of half awareness. Adam kept him at the flat, injecting him with regular doses of the drug. He had, of course, lied about the effect of the drug which was psychoactive. For most of the time he was in a semi conscious, trance like state, reacting automatically to simple commands and reflexes. Adam fed him small meals regularly to prevent him vomiting and used water as a reward to slake his constant thirst when he complied and pleased h
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Nye was utterly relaxed and content when he heard Adam enter the bathroom. His eyes were closed and he didn’t open them as he listened to him walk across the room or when he sat down on the edge of the bath. Hearing the soft chink of glass being set down on the side he sighed, thinking of the cold wine on his lips and sliding down his throat, cooling him after the hot bath. Handing Nye a glass Adam buried his hands in his hair, massaging his temples. Sighing more deeply he sank further i
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Nye almost jumped out of his skin when someone touched his shoulder. It was Jon. There was a strange look on his face... almost tender, almost angry, almost sad. “I thought it might be better if I took you. I’ve brought the car round to the door. Can you stand?” “I’m not that drunk.” “No... but you’re not that well either.” “I’m okay.” He did manage to stand, although he swayed, and he eschewed Jon’s arm as he made his way through the bar towards the back entranc
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Nye watched the retreating back with wide eyes, unconsciously plucking at his sleeve. He felt... numb. Excitement, nervousness, eagerness, fear and, yes desire warred within him to the extent that, given his already fragile state, the net result was nothing, a deep empty numbness. He did pull himself up a little straighter in the seat, made an effort, despite the pain, to straighten his spine and he nervously ran his hands through his hair, wishing he had had opportunity to put on his usual cos
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Nye woke up in a bed. It wasn't his bed but it was soft and comfortable and he wasn't alone in it. He sighed and stirred, groaning as the movement caused pain. The person who was lying next to him stirred and threw an arm over him. He groaned again because it hurt. He was lying on his stomach and his back was raw. “Nye?” “Adam?” “Thank God. Are you okay?” “Define okay.” Adam laughed, I am so sorry about what happened Nye. If I had known...” “If I t
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Adam helped Nye off the bed. He was surprised to find that already the drug had spread through his body and he was experiencing a strange sense of disassociation, as if he wasn’t really present, experiencing everything second hand. “Is he prepared?” “Yes Lian. Exactly as you instructed, as no doubt you will know from listening at the door.” “Ever impertinent Adam.” “Ever, Lian.” “The taxi is here. This time you can sit in the back with him.” “Thank you Lian
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Nye has never had much luck in love. The one person he thought he could truly love and trust let him down... and then he met Adam. Adam was older... a beautiful, suave, businessman and Nye falls head over heels. Shame he doesn't ask more questions about what 'the business' is first
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The next morning Adam slipped out of bed while Nye was still asleep and took a shower. He sat in his favourite chair staring out of the window, watching the world wake. He was still sitting there when Nye emerged naked from the bedroom hours later. Rubbing his eyes and yawning Nye came up behind him and put his hands on his shoulders. Adam tilted his head to lay his cheek on one smooth, cool hand and kissed it before covering it with his own. Nye absently played with his hair, saying no
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Unsurprisingly Nye felt better the next morning as it was the first morning in days he was free of drugs, not that he knew that of course. Without the dampening fog of drugs the pain was sharper but he soon forgot it because Adam was in top form. He was attentive, complimentary and charming. This was what had attracted Nye in the first place and he found himself falling all over again, despite the pain and the nagging sensation that this was wrong, all wrong. After breakfast they went on
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I was very disturbed when I left Adam and Nye. It wasn’t just what I had seen in the dungeon. It was the way Nye was. He had changed so much I hardly recognised him. Apart from the fact that he had lost weight... he also seemed to have lost his spark, his soul. He was lost and empty and he didn’t even know it. Adam was a bad man. I knew that with absolute certainty. The way he treated Nye, the way he had looked at me. He was an evil manipulating monster. And the way he had behaved
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The events at The Club... all of them, including the meeting with Miriam, had badly shaken Nye. It wasn’t until he was standing under the hot water in the shower of one of the changing rooms adjacent to the dungeon that the enormity of what had happened hit him. Not what had happened to him as such but the fact that he had been seen in the way he had by his sister. He had burned with embarrassment and continued to burn all through their meeting and beyond. It was all he could think of in
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The boy was numb. There had been pain. In his wrists, his arms, his shoulders, everywhere. He remembered it... but it was gone now, long gone and all that was left was a creeping numbness that was beginning to seep into his head. It had been easier when he could stand but his legs had given way some time ago, buckling at the knees and all of his weight was now hanging from his wrists which were shackled and threaded onto a hook in the ceiling above. At first the pain had been intense,
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I am wondering whether it has something to do with being bisexual, at least my version of it, but I think that feminie faces are most truly beautiful to me. The men I gasp at are all androgynous and 'manly' men don't really do it for me. Neither do 'butch' women. That goes for personality to. I like my men and women to be emotional, sensitive, vulnerable and soft.
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Beanfreak: So Charles came clean then. I have to say, that shocked me. I didn’t think he would have. I was sure that he would plead innocence all the way. LadyPink: Well he didn’t really have much choice in the end. Once that freaky doctor cracked and started talking his goose was well and truly cooked. Beanfreak: I feel kind of sorry for Henry though. Babel: What??!!! Are you serious? You were AT the fucking party Chris. You SAW what a bastard he was. And after what he did
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Angel wasn’t feeling very well. In fact he was feeling awful. The pain in his head was increasing and there was a pain in his chest that was beginning to crush him. The Bishops had managed to acquire reserved seats at the front of the church and Charles led him straight there, a hand under his elbow his only link in a world suddenly made up of swirling colours, light, shade, angles, and pressing bodies. The journey from the lawn to the church seemed to take forever as he was jostled by
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Angel heard the voice long before he opened his eyes. It was soft and insidious and whispered softly dropping words, images and commands straight into his subconscious. You will co operate with everything I ask you to do. You will be silent and compliant. You will speak only when you are spoken to. You will smile and be pleasant at all times. You will be pleased to see everyone you meet. You want to be out in the fresh air. You want to go to the fete. Nothing and no one will persuade you
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When they got back to the estate Angel characteristically refused to go back to his room. The fresh air seemed to have revived him considerably and he announced that he was hungry. After a little half hearted resistance Charlie and Marcus took him to the kitchen where he was all but smothered by Betty. Pushing him back she regarded him critically. “You’ve lost weight and there is precious little there of you to start with. Go and sit in the conservatory in the sun and I’ll bring y
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Angel woke to darkness, although woke was not precisely the right word. He struggled towards consciousness but was met with a blanket that prevented his mind achieving full awareness. He was aware that something was not quite right but couldn’t work out what it was. There was someone sitting in the chair at the side of his bed and he smiled. “Marcus.” “No, my dear. Not Marcus, not this time.” “Who...?” The feeling of wrongness intensified as he tried to make sense of
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Two hours later they were still playing the game when the door opened and Charles swanned in. He took one look at the three friends and then without any preamble or warning he snatched the laptop off Angel’s lap and, snapping closed the lid, threw it onto a chair. “You are not here to play Alexander... you are here to get well. The staff told me of the trouble you have been causing and it is just not acceptable.” “Hey... I was using that. How dare you?” “I dare because I hap
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When they arrived back at the house late that afternoon it was as if the party had never happened. Many of their friends had left notes and messages of support and concern for Angel. Marcus ignored them all. As soon as Charlton opened the door he asked the butler to accompany himself and Charlie to the kitchen. There, over cups of hot chocolate and huge slabs of home made chocolate cake he told Betty and Charlton everything he knew or suspected in relation to Charles Bishop and what he
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The next few hours were an absolute nightmare for Charlie and Marcus. Not only was there the drama of the arrival of the ambulance and the worry about Angel’s condition but they also had to deal with Charles’ attempts to play the concerned guardian, getting in the way and frustrating everyone, and Angel’s continual resistance to everything anyone tried to do for him. All he was interested in was Marcus and he struggled with everyone and everything else. Charles had tried to insist on tr
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When Marcus returned to the party Angel was nowhere in sight. He looked around for a while but the gardens were full of people and the band was now in full swing so it was practically impossible to speak to anyone. Finally he found Charlie and dragged her into the house where it was at least possible to hear themselves think. “Wassup big boy? You looking for some girlie loving?” “Charlie! You’re pissed.” He said disgustedly, unwinding her arms from around his neck and sit
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All the way back to the estate Angel was silent, ignoring any comments or questions from his friends and just staring out of the window, his face set and pale. True to their word Charlie and Marcus didn’t push him and simply let him be. However when the silence stretched to hours and then to days they began to feel that whatever was going on inside his head was causing more stress than anything they could do by talking to him. Eventually, on the Wednesday night they sat him down and essen
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The George and Pilgrims hotel is an awesome establishment. Built in the fifteenth century to house pilgrims to nearby Glastonbury Abbey, it has been absorbed seamlessly into the main street of Glastonbury town. It had always been one of Angel’s favourite places to eat, more for the ambience than the quality of the food... which was not half bad of itself. At first glance the front of the pub was nothing much to look at, unless of course you had an appreciation of historical architecture
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Marcus woke early the next morning, with the sun shining in his eyes. Briefly he cursed the phantom curtain opener and then he turned his head and looked into Angel’s sleeping face. The sunlight made his hair burn, like pure spun gold and the long lashes that lay trembling on his cheeks were sparkling. Smiling Marcus couldn’t help but touch the locks that curled around his face, twirling them in his fingers, brushing the soft skin beneath with his finger tips. He was almost preternatur
