Chapter 4

Day 3

0900 Hours

"Oh, look – Another article on you. Wow, never expected this one to be so big. How rich are you, anyways?" Aaron began reading the article, completely disregarding his pet, and grabbed the pair of scissors again. "Kal Baker, 23 years old, and heir to the world's largest and most famous baking company, Warm Goods, has been reported missing for three days. He was last seen on bus 213, heading north towards home. So far there have not been any clues that could lead the police to—blah, blah, blah, blah." Aaron tossed the half page article in the other pile of 20-something articles mentioning him.

Kal grimaced, staring at the growing pile. His wrists and ankles were stinging from the major use of handcuffs last night, and any movement shot pains to both of them. Plus, his entire ass was also aching with pain. Kal shifted his weight, and grimaced again. Slowly he let himself lay down. Aaron had kept him up almost all night. When morning came, he was let to do his own morning routine, except he was supervised the entire time. And was only allowed to wear pants in the cold house; he felt every breeze.

Kal had all night to think, but everything was still completely confusing for him. Thinking back to his first night, he wasn't supposed to enjoy what Aaron had did to him. Kal squeezed his eyes shut, pondering back a week ago when he was with his girlfriend. He was excited to finally have her meet his parents. His heart ached, wondering how scared and worried how she and his parents must be.

Before he knew it, tears were forming from the past thoughts and Kal was full on crying. The more he cried, the more hiccups he received. Eventually, Aaron got annoyed of the sobbing and hiccupping, and got up. Calmly, he grabbed the waist band of the pants, and yanked the boy upwards. Kal immediately let out a scream. Not only because of the scorching pain he just receive, but because of what he was afraid Aaron would do. His kidnapper leaned in close to his face.

"Shut your mouth, before I slap you and lock you up again," Kal shut his eyes, forcing the last of the tears to come out and attempted quieting himself. He wiped his face, taking deep breaths. Occasionally, a hiccup would arise, or a sniff would escape, but overall, he stopped crying.

Noon.

Kal frowned. If he were to ever go out of here, no doubt would he never leave the house. He promised himself that he would become more obedient, and safer. However, Kal thought that if he were to ever escape, he would be visiting either death or a therapist.

"Get up." Kal opened his eyes, finding his kidnapper nowhere to be seen. He sat up, groaning from the pain. Kal located Aaron in the kitchen. Having not eaten anything but of bite of burger and water since two days before, Kal was pretty sure he could eat a whale. His kidnapper, not being the patient type, grabbed Kal by the wrists, and yanked him up. Kal screamed in agony, being forced to get up. Then, the boy was practically thrown onto the kitchen table chair. Kal immediately grunted when his butt made contact with the chair.

There, in front of his face, was a sandwich. Kal peeked into it. "Turkey," He heard Aaron say. The boy glanced up, looking at the other. "If I die..." Kal began.

"Oh please, why would I kidnap somebody, just to kill them?" Kal frowned, looking up at his kidnapper. Aaron looked pleased with himself, patiently waiting for the boy to take a bite.

"Because, you might be some depressed, psycho murderer on suicide watch, and you kidnapped me because you were off meds," Kal had the time to think of numerous reasons in why he was kidnapped.

With that, the boy took a small bite. He chewed slowly, and when he swallowed, he nodded in approval. A quick glance at his kidnapper, and he saw Aaron beaming. Kal scarfed the rest of his sandwich down, saving his water for last. Kal glanced at the other, who seemed to be enjoying the sight of Kal eating his food.

Kal sat there with his stomach full and his mood higher. He sat there awkwardly, until his kidnapper guided him back to his cage.

1400 Hours

"Hey, what job do you have?" Kal piped up. Aaron glanced at the boy.

"I'm an English teacher,"

"Oh..." Kal smiled to himself, his mind racing to hatch an escape plan. When he looked at his kidnapper, he saw the other's eyes staring directly at him. Kal hugged his knees, and turned away from Aaron.

2100 Hours

The sound of a book closing stirred Kal. He was halfway asleep. Surprisingly, the hard floor did wonders to his body. Kal searched for his kidnapper, who was looking right at him. "What?" The boy asked, stretching. He yawned, but stopped immediately when he felt Aaron's hand smooth down his hair. Kal's hands dropped, silently panicking. He forced himself not to look over at his kidnapper. The older male leaned over and kissed the boy first on his neck, and slowly drifted to his lips. Kal forced himself not to make any sudden movements.

However, he refused to open his mouth, or lay down. Kal repeatedly moved his head back and forth whenever his kidnapper tried to kiss him. Kal's arms were yanked up, and his head forced to look at an angered and frustrated Aaron.

A jolt of pain shot up his not completely healed arms and wrists. Before he knew it, Kal was dragged back down to the basement and chained up like before. This time, his kidnapper took the liberty of tearing off his pants. Kal glared at the other as best as he could. However, it was still hard to see anything in the dark.