Love in Chains - 11. Chapter 11

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 him.

Hour after hour Adam sat, stroking Nye’s hair and fondling his body, talking to him; implanting and reinforcing the belief that Adam loved him, that he loved Adam and that he would do anything for Adam. Adam was the master and Nye was the slave. He was happy to be the slave. He lived to serve and it was his pleasure to obey. Over and over and over.

Nye rarely responded to the constant stream of instruction and command, but then he was not, at this stage, intended or expected to.

In between the instruction sessions Nye slept, except when Adam invaded his body in every way he could think of. All the time he was doing it he told Nye that this was good, that this is what he wanted, that this was the way he could show his love for Adam and Adam could show his love for him.

Sometimes during those first few days he hurt Nye so badly he screamed and Adam found that it excited him and so he made him do it again and again, even when it wasn’t necessary. On one particular day he had already fucked Nye twice, once on waking and once when he got back from The Club, where he had told everyone that Nye’s experiences with Lian had made him ill and he was recovering at home. No one disbelieved him, or at least no one told him so.

Adam ate his dinner and then took a bowl of the same meal liquidised to Nye. Nye was asleep but he woke when Adam sat down on the bed and slapped his face, looking up at him with empty, half closed eyes.

“And how was your day, my dear? Mine was nice. I had a lot of work to do but it was very successful. I could have fucked my brains out but I saved myself for you. I always save myself for you. Does that make you feel good Nye? Does it? Do you feel good that I save myself for you, that I only want to fuck you?”

Nye did not respond and Adam slapped him again. “Does it make you feel good Nye?”

After the third slap which caused blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth Nye responded, “Yes.”

“Are you hungry my darling?”

Again Nye didn’t respond and lay passive in Adam’s arms as he propped him up against the pillows and spooned food into his mouth. Obediently Nye opened his mouth and swallowed when the food entered it.

As he fed Nye Adam stroked him; his hair, his face, his body, awaking his senses, if not his mind. “You are very beautiful Nye, so very beautiful. You must use that. It is your greatest asset. People will throng to you; will want to be your friend; will do anything for you. And if you fuck them they will die for you. Your body is your power Nye. Your body and your face will get you anything you want, anything. You must use them. You must use your assets in any way you can. Your body is not your temple, it is your tool. You must use it, in any way you can.”

Nye lay completely still and passive his eyes staring, but not at Adam, and he had no way of knowing if he was actually hearing him or not but he kept on talking. He had received clear instructions from the men who had sold him the drug and swore to its effectiveness.

When Nye had finished eating Adam laid him down again and took the dirty dishes to the kitchen, leaving them there. Back in the bedroom he drew up one of the three daily doses of the drug and sat down on the bed stroking Nye. Nye watched him impassively, his bright eyes dull and uninterested.

“Time for your medicine, and then we are going to have some fun. You would like that wouldn’t you Nye? You would like to please me. You would like to give me pleasure and to have fun with me.” There was no response but that didn’t put him off... there never was, not consciously. There would be plenty of reaction when he got started.

Nye’s arm looked sore where he had already received a number of injections and so he switched to the other one. It had always given him a thrill to administer an intra venous injection. There was something about sliding the needle into the vein that was very phallic and erotic to him, and pressing the plunger knowing that he was flooding the unresisting body with substances that were going to overpower it utterly, was exciting.

Nye moaned softly when the drug entered his arm. He always did that. Adam wondered if it hurt. The thought excited him.

When he had finished he shackled Nye to the bed and began to scour his body with a flail while instructing him over and over again to enjoy it, how much he wanted to please Adam by submitting and telling him how much he enjoyed it. The chore might have been onerous because of all the repetition and constant dialogue but Adam found that it excited him more than he had ever imagined it would have. He had a real lust for power and control that far surmounted his lust for sex and this was giving him such a power trip, the thrill at a deep primal level.

“Tell me Nye. Tell me you enjoy this. Tell me you want more. Tell me you want me to whip you some more.”

“Yes.” The voice was soft and distant, barely recognisable as the Nye he had known.

“Tell me Nye,” He ordered.

“I want you to.” It was an automatic, conditioned response but it excited him nevertheless, and spurred him on to more and more until Nye was bleeding, trembling and whimpering, and tears were pouring from his eyes.

“Aw darling, don’t cry. It’s alright now. You liked that didn’t you? Tell me you liked it.”

“I liked it.”

“Good boy. Tell me you love Nye. Tell me that. Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.”

Even though there was no emotion in the voice Adam grinned at the sound of the words. “Good boy Nye, good boy. You believe that don’t you? And you believe that I love you.”

“Yes.”

Throwing aside the flail Adam contemplated what to do next but was overcome with desire. In his utterly helpless condition Nye was even more alluring, even more beautiful and he just couldn’t wait any longer.

“Do you want me to fuck you Nye? Do you? Do you want to feel my cock inside you?”

“Yes.”

“I knew you did. Because you love me don’t you? You want to please me because you love me.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes.”

Straddling Nye, Adam leaned forward and kissed him. Although Nye opened his mouth, allowing Adam entrance he did not respond in any way. For some reason today this bothered Adam.

“Kiss me Nye. You want to kiss me. You need to kiss me. Kiss me now.”

Nye opened his mouth wider but made no other move. Angry Adam slapped him hard across the face. There was no reaction other than a small whimper and another trickle of blood.

“I told you to kiss me. You are supposed to follow my instruction remember? Kiss me Nye.”

He had his hand raised to strike again when he caught himself and stopped short. Nye couldn’t respond. There was no point in getting angry about it. It was his fault after all, not Nye’s. Instead he stroked his face, wiping the blood with this thumb, smearing it over his lips. “I’m sorry Nye. That was foolish. You are doing your best. I know you are doing your best.”

“Yes.”

Adam frowned. There was something about the conditioned responses, the trance like lack of emotion or consciousness that suddenly made him feel... bad.

Angry at himself Adam raised Nye’s hips and pressed into him, without bothering with lube. The resistance was instant as Nye’s body tensed against the pain.

“Don’t resist me Nye. Don’t deny me entry. Your body is mine. You cannot and will not and don’t want to ever deny me. Your body is mine, your heart is mine, your soul is mine.”

Nye tried to comply but his body could not help but respond to the pain and as soon as Adam started to push in again he tensed. Because of his semi comatose state he was not able to deliberately relax and so he had no choice but to do what his body wanted to do even though it intensely irritated Adam, who simply ignored the writhing and harsh cries and thrust into him all the harder.

Once he was inside Nye his control slipped altogether. Forgetting even to keep up his steady stream of indoctrination he began to pump strongly. Nye was still hurting from his original ordeal and all the things that Adam had put him through since. Initially he yelled and then moaned, whimpering and crying out constantly. The cries only excited Adam and made him pump harder, ramming into Nye who writhed and gasped, moaning and crying uncontrollably.

“Be quiet Nye. You are putting me off. You are displeasing me. You don’t want to displease me do you?”

“No” he whispered.

“You want to please me don’t you? You want to make me happy.”

“Yes...yes....ah” Nye was breathing hard and harshly, wriggling under him, trying desperately to escape the pain, hyperventilating. Adam ignored him and pressed on getting more and more oblivious as his own excitement built.

Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, ignoring the cries, the tears, the moans. Nye’s writhing body only excited him more and it was not long before the orgasm began to build. “Oh yes... yes... my beautiful boy, my beautiful, beautiful boy. You love me don’t you? You love me so much... just as I love you. Tell me... tell me you love me.”

Nye didn’t respond. He didn’t even hear. He was lost in the pain and there was nothing that Adam could have done to him at that point which would have elicited a response. The truth was that Adam didn’t care. He was too far gone and there was no stopping him until he was done.

Hammering into Nye’s twisting body one last time Adam ejaculated and threw back his head, howling. Thrusting a few more times to milk his load Adam collapsed across Nye, shuddering in the aftershock. Nye was still writhing under him, his chest heaving.

Finally it got through to Adam that Nye was in extreme distress. He climbed off him and suddenly it hit him. Nye was his lover. He had come to mean more to him than anyone ever had and how was he being rewarded... with pain. Carefully he released the shackled but Nye didn’t move.

As he stared down at him Nye’s whole body convulsed and the turned on his side and vomited the contents of his stomach violently onto the floor. Adam was horrified. He knew that he had done this... either with the drugs or the pain. Nye had taken so much, and had done so willingly but it hadn’t been enough, none of it had been enough.

“Shit!” Adam began to shake as the enormity of what he had done hit him. He had begun to get addicted to the power and the pain... he had always had a strong desire for them which he had slaked with others but not with Nye... Nye was different, Nye was his lover, his friend. He had to stop before it went any further.

Carefully he raised Nye into a sitting position leaning against him and fed him sips of water. He was shivering and moaning softly. Adam stroked his head and rocked him like a child.

“I’m sorry Nye. I’m so sorry. I’m a fuckwit. I always go too far, always. I had to take a good thing and push it and push it until I went too far. It’s alright baby, it’s alright. Everything is going to be alright now. I love you baby. I love you so much and I am going to take care of you. I swear it. I am going to take care of you now.”

Nye did not respond and when he eventually laid him back on the pillows his eyes were closed and there was no colour in his face anywhere.

***

Adam never gave Nye any more of that drug... but he didn’t stop drugging him altogether. He had purchased a two stage programme and the next day, more than four days early, he moved on to the second stage.

The new drugs made Nye regularly sick for the first day and a half and Adam seriously considered stopping them altogether. After everything he had been through Nye really had very little reserves left and the sickness left him gaunt and ill. However, by the end of the second day he had settled down and emerged from his semi coma. Although he was far from being his old self he was able to get up and walk around, feed himself and hold simple conversations.

Adam was pleased to see the old Nye beginning to emerge and he treated him with nothing but gentleness and kindness. He told him that he had been ill and Nye accepted everything unquestioningly. He was far more compliant and subservient, following instructions without question. He was quiet and withdrawn but Adam didn’t care about that. All he cared about was that he was obedient.

On the third day, being the Wednesday of the party week Nye went back to work. Everyone noticed the difference but accepted that it was down to the fact that he had been ill and was recovering. And he did recover. The easy banter at The Club, the focus of working the bar, the friendship and the careful attention of Jon gradually teased out the old Nye more and more until by the end of the day he was getting back to normal.

If he were entirely honest Adam was relieved to see Nye returning, his personality and energy coming back. If he were entirely honest he would admit that he had scared himself with the lengths to which he had been prepared to go, the things he had done to Nye and how ill he had made him. But, being Adam, he was never entirely honest with himself and he was annoyed that the programme had not worked as he had expected.

Oh Nye was more obedient and pliable than he had been. He never refused sex. He never complained about pain. He never refused anything but... one thing that really annoyed him, that stuck in his craw and would not budge no matter what he did, what arguments he raised, what punishments he threatened... was Nye’s determination to attend the party that Friday. Although he tried every way he could think of for the whole week, it seemed that, in a strange paradox, one of the things that had been implanted irrevocably in Nye’s brain was an unshakable desire to attend the party and there was nothing he could do about it.

The problem was that he could not let Nye go to the party, no matter what. He just couldn’t. Not only was it a matter of principle but it was also a threat to his whole design. Nye’s friends would be able to tell immediately that something had happened and his sister was bound to interfere. If they took it into their heads, they could entice him away from him, especially that American arsehole Kane, whose name Nye sometimes moaned in the midst of fever dreams. No, there was no way he was going to that party...but if he didn’t let him go and Nye fought against him then it would set everything back again.

When nothing had been able to budge Nye by Thursday evening Adam decided that it was a ‘back against the wall situation’. Either he drugged Nye again; which he was frankly afraid to do, both because he didn’t trust himself not to take things too far again and because Nye was still reacting badly physiologically and physically to the drugs he had already been given and was still being given; or he take matters into his own hands.

***

Kane was singing in the shower. He always did. Pushing the soap heavy hair out of his face he lifted it to the warm water and sighed with pleasure. He was excited about the party the following day and even more so about seeing Nye again. The last meeting had shaken him more than he would care to admit.

Talking to Mir about it afterwards he had to acknowledge that she had been right about Adam’s hold over Nye and how unhealthy it was. Nye was not himself... not at all. He was sick, lost and frightened and Kane wanted to kill Adam. What puzzled him was how Nye had ever got himself into that situation in the first place.

Shaking his head, sending water flying all around Kane thought about the Nye he used to know, the one who had still come through in flashes during the conversation. Nye who was so vivid and bright, so strong and full of energy, who was quick to speak his mind and never backed away from injustice or challenge. Sure Nye had been shy and introvert when he first knew him, still was to an extent with others but with Kane he had been... exuberant, energetic, blazing like a white star. And now...

Stepping out of the shower Kane was angry. He had not lied when he told Nye he still loved him. He had kicked himself a hundred times over that he had neglected him so badly and created the situation that led him to Adam. He had tried so hard to backpedal but it was too late. Until that day in The Club he had never managed to see or speak to Nye without Adam being around and there was no way he could speak candidly in front of that man. He hated him so much...

The front door bell sounded when he was drying off and he ignored it. His mother should be around somewhere. Pulling on his jeans he left the bathroom towelling his hair. The doorbell sounded again.

“Mom! Door!”

There was no answer and no sign of his mother. Going into his bedroom he picked up his mobile phone and slipped it into his pocket and dropped the towel onto the floor in the corner, running his hands though his hair.

The doorbell sounded again. “Mom! The DOOR! Ah crap, never mind. I’ll get it.”

Walking down the stairs he noticed that his mother’s coat was gone and when he reached the hall he could see that her keys were not in the bowl on the coat stand. Well, now he knew why she hadn’t answered the door.

Still running his hands through his damp hair he opened the door and froze. It was the last person he had expected.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Now, now Kane. No need to be rude. Just a little social visit. Can’t a man come visit his boyfriend’s best friend without being abused on the doorstep?”

“You think that was abuse, stick around and I’ll show you different.”

Adam smiled, his eyes running appreciatively over Kane’s naked chest.

“Fuck off Adam.”

“If you insist. I thought you would want to know what’s been happening to Nye. I thought you cared. Clearly I was wrong. Goodbye.”

Kane’s eyes widened as Adam turned away. “Wait. What do you mean? What’s been happening to Nye? Is he alright?”

Adam turned and looked him in the eye, his face serious, all the mocking arrogance gone. “No.”

“What’s happened?”

“I am not going to discuss it on the doorstep.”

Kane was torn. The last thing he wanted was this man in his home... but he was desperate to know what had happened to Nye. It must have been something bad to have brought Adam here. What if he was...? What if...?

Finally he stepped aside and motioned Adam into the house, closing the door behind him. Showing him into the living room he rounded on him before he had a chance to sit... which he did anyway.

“So what the fuck is going on? What’s happened to Nye? Is he... Is he... alright?”

“I’d be lying if I said he was. He’s been very ill... after that day you came to see him at The Club. For a few days I thought... I was afraid...” Running his hands through his hair Adam looked more vulnerable and, he had to admit, more human that Kane had ever seen him. It confused him. Did this mean he really did care about Nye after all?

“What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know. You know Nye... he’s stubborn. He wouldn’t go to a doctor. I’ve been taking care of him the best I can and he is getting better but... He insisted on going back to work at The Club, said he was going mad cooped up at home. It was a bad move and he’s going downhill again. He’s constantly exhausted and sick. I’m at my wits end.”

Kane’s heart contracted. It was unbearable to think of Nye ill like that. “Do you want me to come and speak to him?”

Adam shook his head. “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea. It really upset him when he saw you the other day. He... he’s been... having dreams.” Adam looked up at Kane, his face stricken, his eyes shadowed. “Dreams about you.”

“About me?”

“I don’t know what you said to him but it really upset his equilibrium. I’m not saying that seeing you made him ill... it didn’t, he was ill already... maybe that’s why it hit him so hard. It’s just... He has... fevers when he... he doesn’t know me. He thinks I’m you and he says he loves you, clings to me... to you. Then when he recovers he’s mortified... so guilty and upset. He clings to me and sobs his heart out. It’s tearing him apart.”

“Shit. I... I didn’t realise. What can I do?”

“He’s got it into his head that he has to come to your party tomorrow at all costs. I know that you think I’m controlling and that I don’t want him to come because I am jealous but, honestly Kane... he’s not well enough to come... physically or mentally. I’m scared for him Kane. I would come with him, to take care of him but he won’t let me. He says he wants to come alone because he doesn’t want to spoil your party with an atmosphere as everyone doesn’t like me.”

“Well... I’m not gonna lie to yer and tell you that he’s wrong.”

“I’m not expecting platitudes Kane... I just need your help.”

Kane frowned. “In what way?”

“I want you to tell Nye the party’s off.”

“What?” Anger bubbled in Kane as a nasty little suspicion crept into his mind. From the very beginning there had been something about this situation that had just felt wrong. Adam seemed sincere, and Kane had seen with his own eyes that Nye had not been well, and he HAD told him he loved him but...

“Think about it Kane. If he comes to the party it’s going to make everything a hundred times worse. He’s half convinced he’s in love with you and hating himself for it. It would destroy him to spend time in your company now.”

“Really?” Kane sneered. “And who are you to make that decision? Do you know what I think? I think you are terrified that if Nye comes to the party and gets with his friends again he will begin to realise what a manipulative bastard you are and will slip the noose you have been tying around his neck.

“I think that you know full well that left to his own devices he would soon see through your glamour to the arrogant, shallow manipulative lying shit that you are. That’s why you never leave him alone for a minute, that’s why he’s fucked up... because you have been playing with his head for so long.

“I think that you came here today full of all that cock and bull trying to twist me around your finger and get me to do your dirty work in putting Nye off the party.

“I think that it was a nice try but I have known Nye for a lot longer than you have... and I have known assholes like you too. He’s too good for you and if there is any chance... any chance at all that I can get him to see that, to get his ass away from you as fast as he can... then I am going to take it and there is not a damned thing you can do about it.”

Adam stood, his face dark and his eyes flashing. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah... I’m sure. Glare all you want dude, you’re scary eyes don’t work on me. I don’t give a fuck how much of a big shot you are in that seedy little world you like to pretend is worth crap... you’re in my world now and here you’re nothing... less than nothing.”

Adam took a step forward menacingly and Kane laughed. He was a good four or five inches taller than Adam and more powerfully built. If it came down to a fight he was more than confident that he would come off the better.

“Don’t try and scare me. I’m a big boy and I can take care of myself.” The cocky smile faded from his face and he looked at the same time, sad and angry. He said softly. “I’m not Nye.”

Suddenly Adam grinned. “No, you’re right. You’re not Nye. You’re arrogant and cocky and brutish, whereas he is sweet and gentle and kind. He’s worth a hundred of you and he’s all mine.”

“Yours... hah. We’ll see. One of these days Nye is going to wake up and realise what a bag of shit you are and then you won’t see his ass for dust. He’s not a fool, not by any means and sooner or later you are going to slip up and he’s gonna see right through you.”

Adam smiled, almost pleasantly. It disturbed Kane to see how quickly he changed moods. “Oh no... no, that’s where you’re wrong. Nye is not going to wake up to anything at all... I’ll see to that. I wasn’t joking when I told you he is ill and messed up... I’ve been very careful to keep him right on the edge for a while now. One wrong move and he’ll tip over. Do you really want to be responsible for what happens to him then?”

Kane stared at him, trying to work out what he was saying, what he was implying, what he was trying to do. In the end he laughed shortly and turned away.

“Fuck off Adam. Your crass manipulation is never gonna work on me. Nye’s his own man. I don’t believe you’re capable of bringing him down that far.”

“Really? Well... let’s say I had help.”

Kane spun round. Adam was grinning and twirling a syringe between his fingers. Very deliberately he put it down on the table and walked past Kane towards the door. Kane stared at the needle, his heart pounding, his mouth suddenly dry.

“What have you done?”

Adam paused very close to Kane and moved his face closer still, so close that Kane could smell the stale alcohol on his breath.

“Cancel the party Kane. It would be very, very bad for Nye to come.”

Icy fingers gripped Kane’s heart and he stared at Adam for a moment... then he shook his head.

“If you are here that means that you have not been able to persuade Nye not to come, and that means that whatever you have been doing to him there is enough of himself left to defy you and to want to come to me. I am not going to turn him away and if I have anything to do with it, anything at all... once he’s here he won’t be leaving again.”

Adam smiled a tight, mirthless smile. “I was afraid you would say that. I had hoped to be able to make you see sense... for Nye’s sake. I don’t want to hurt you, either of you... but Nye is almost mine and I have been through a lot to ensure that. I am not about to let a two bit Yankee whore get in my way, do you understand?”

“Yeah... I understand. But now you understand. I am not afraid of you. There is nothing you can do to me because I am not part of your world. You have no hold over me and I won’t let you use Nye as one. So fuck off out of my house and if you do anything... anything at all to hurt my friend... I’ll cut off your balls and stuff them down your throat then shove your severed dick up your ass.”

“Big talk; little boy.”

“Not so little. Now get the fuck out of here.”

For a moment it seemed as if Adam was going to say something, to put up a fight... but he didn’t. Instead he unexpectedly slapped Kane lightly on the face and then strode past him and out of the house without looking back.

Kane watched him go, his heart pounding. What the fuck was he going to do now? Looking down at the needle Adam had left on the table he shivered.

The doorbell rang, making him jump. “Who the fuck...?”

He should have stayed put. He shouldn’t have answered it... but he did. As soon as the door began to clear the frame a heavy weight slammed into it, throwing Kane backwards. Shocked and disoriented he barely registered the large men dressed all in black who streamed through, before a black silk hood was rammed down over his head and his arms were grabbed and viciously dragged behind his back.

Kane struggled like a mad man but it was no good. The hood was disorienting and the men were strong. He heard the click of the handcuffs closing around his wrists and a fist drove into his stomach bringing him to his knees. Coughing and gasping for breath he was barely aware that there was someone standing in front of him until Adam’s voice spoke, softly.

“I think I may have left something here. You don’t mind if I get it do you? I need it.”

Confused Kane struggled again and hands grabbed his arms, pulling them back so hard they almost dislocated his shoulders whilst at the same time other hands pressed his head forwards and down so he was effectively immobilised. Now he could not move a muscle without excruciating pain.

It didn’t surprise him to feel the sharp stab of the needle in his arm and Adam whispered in his ear. “Got it.”

The men hauled him to his feet and forced him to walk forwards, stumbling because he was blind. They took him out of the door and as soon as his feet hit the street they were snatched from under him and he was lifted bodily and thrown head first into what felt like the back of a van. The floor of the van was covered with rough cloth, like sacking and as soon as he hit it there were hands all over him. When the hands withdrew he was completely unable to move, apparently strapped down. He was aware of something covering him and assumed that it was the sacking, concealing him from any prying eyes which might take a peep inside.

Kane was blazingly angry. As he lay helpless on the floor of the van he swore to himself that whatever happened he would make Adam pay, somehow he would make him pay.

Suddenly and unexpectedly the sacking was removed from over his head and the hood was yanked off. Adam’s smiling face was very close, just visible in the dim light.

“I just thought I would welcome you to our little family Kane.” Adam stroked his face and Kane jerked it away. “Oooh spirit... I like it. I do so love breaking in boys with spirit. Don’t worry... it won’t all be hell.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh no dear... you won’t be having that luxury. In fact you won’t have the luxury of fucking anyone for a long while...slaves don’t fuck... they are fucked.”

Kane did not respond, instead he spat in Adam’s face. Wiping the spittle Adam grinned. “Enjoy yourself while you can boy.”

Kane stiffened as Adam ran his hands over his lower body, wondering what he was going to do. In the end it was as simple as removing his mobile phone from his pocket. Kane watched as Adam flipped the phone and started punching buttons.

“What are you doing?”

“Cancelling the party.”

“Cancelling it?”

“To everyone but Nye you are cancelling because you have just spoken to Nye and you are going to meet up with him and spend your last night with him. I’ve just text Nye’s lovely sister and asked her to let everyone know. Unfortunately Nye is not going to get off so easily.” Adam grinned. “Poor Nye is going to be so hurt when he gets your text telling him that you have been thinking hard about what was said at your meeting and you feel that it would be better if he didn’t come to the party because you really have nothing to say to him and don’t want to see him again. It was all a huge mistake and it’s better if we both... just...move...on.”

“No! You bastard. That will destroy him.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Please... please don’t do that to him.”

“Please now is it? Not so cocky now are you? Not so full of yourself. Fuck you.”

Adam nodded to someone and hands pulled back his head and shoved something that felt like a large rubber ball into his mouth, fastening it in place at the back with a buckle. Try as he might Kane could not speak any words that made sense and his struggling only made his head throb. Already he was feeling light headed and slightly sick as the van began to move and he was afraid that if he really was sick it would be the end of him. He couldn’t see Adam caring much... he would sit and watch him choke to death.

Closing his eyes he swallowed nausea as the world seemed to spin around him. The last thing he heard before he sank into unconsciousness was Adam’s laugh.