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Himbo Tie 01-Nov-22 05:18 AM
TW: Weapon Play, Non-con, Violence, Death, Abuse, Transphobia, Torture, Extreme Kinks, more tbd (edited)
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Trenton Quinn BOT 07-Nov-22 06:07 PM
The line was a few people deep, but Trenton never really minded having a moment or two to look at the menu or at the pastries on display in the glass case. His order rarely changed, which also gave him time to look idly beyond the counter, his eyes tracking the movements of the barista as he went about making orders for the rest of the customers. He had allowed his eyes to become comfortable on this short trek over the other male’s body for the past few months as he slowly made his impression on the coffee shop known. He had become a regular to the point that his order was known and sometimes being made when his large frame moved through the doors, but that was dependent on the business of the shop. On days like today, he would have to ‘suffer’ through the normalcy of every other patron that had to wait in line. His order would be predictable today, his regular medium roast, French vanilla creamer, and some sugar as well as a slice of pound cake. Trenton was dressed and ready for work, his navy-blue shirt tucked into his black cargo pants that stopped over the laces of his black combat boots. On his left pec was the logo for the fire department and outside in one of the closest parking spots was his large black Suburban SUV. It had blacked out windows on all but the windshield, which was darkened to the legal limit so that he could take naps in the vehicle when needed. He had a watch on his left wrist, the face of which was oriented inwards to reduce the amount he had to adjust his arm when looking down at it. His left shoulder had a radio mount clipped to it which was a habit Trenton had carried over from his time in the Air Force; he would keep his radio on his left shoulder so that he could keep his rifle’s stock against his right. He would pick up his gear at the firehouse, so for now he had no need to be in anything but clothes that he would relax in around the location until called for an emergency. .
18:08
He looked up as he saw he could step closer to the counter; Trenton could see over the two patrons in front of him easily due to his impressive height. Looking over the pastries as he was closer, he saw the standard lemon pound cake with the icing on it that he loved to eat, but he also saw that there were a few chocolate chip cookies on display. They were usually gone by the time Trenton had the freedom to come by the shop, so now he had the opportunity to change his order. He smirked as he thought of the conversation that he could have with the barista, and he suddenly felt an urge to throw the other patrons out of the way. They were taking too long to make their orders. As Trenton watched them talking to each other about what they might want, he could not help the deep inhale he took before a low rumbling sigh left his torso. Seeing them look back and then visibly tilt their bodies back slightly to look up into his face, Trenton smiled as kindly as he could muster before speaking, “If you need a moment to discuss your order, I’m sure you can step to the side and make your decisions before you get in line. I hate to be a bother, but I need to get to work soon.” One of the men scoffed softly before allowing his chest to puff slightly in his suit, “Well, it seems you’re not the only one. I have to be at my office soon, and I don’t like being interrupted by someone that could just make their coffee in a pot that my tax dollars paid for. So, if you will, go on now.” The man rolled his eyes and shook his head before turning his attention back to the counter. Trenton nodded sternly before his lip twitched upwards in a snarl. He could feel his fists balling up as his nails dug into his palms, but he made a concerted effort to not make a scene. .
18:08
Instead, he simply breathed in deeply before releasing a slow exhale, his eyes closing slowly as he let himself focus on the soft music that was played in the shop. It was kept quiet enough not to interrupt conversations or the kitchen, but in the quieter corners of the shop, it could be heard easily. Focusing on the soothing sounds of the music, Trenton waited until he heard the men in front of him placing their order. His eyes slowly opened, and he sighed softly, happy they were finally finished and would soon be out of the way to allow him to order. As he stepped forward with a smile directed towards Aaron, he lifted his right hand to slowly point at the chocolate chip cookies, his voice coming in a soothing tone, “Same drink as always, but I was wondering if I could trade the cake for a couple cookies. Preferably warmed by you.” @ɪɴᴋʏ ♡ †𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱†
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ɪɴᴋʏ ♡ †𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱† 08-Nov-22 03:03 PM
It was a beautiful sunny morning outside. The birds were chirping; the air was crisp. Unfortunately for Aaron, he was stuck inside. Well, maybe it would be an exaggeration to say 'unfortunately'. He was making money, after all, and his shift wasn't so exhaustingly long that he wouldn't be able to stand it. It was a busy morning, too, and the tip jar was looking prettier by the minute. It was much busier than normal, actually, but that was fine. Aaron had been working at the cafe for so long that he honestly thrived in the fast-paced conditions. They allowed him respite from his internal monologue and gave him the chance to focus on just doing something, rather than thinking about his real-world problems. Besides, if he had to hear more about his coworker's sick cat, he might actually hurl, so it was rather fortunate for him that they were busy brewing coffees and he was too busy taking orders to be talked to. It was a bit frustrating though, that every time they got the line down to just two people, more wanted to pile in. He had spotted Trenton when the larger man was about halfway through the line, and perhaps unbeknownst to the other, for a moment his smile widened. Trenton was easily one of his favorite regulars: his order was simple, unchanging, quick to make and easy to remember, he made for great conversation, and he usually stuffed a dollar or two into the tip jar before leaving. Aaron wasn't the only one who had him on his (admittedly short) list of favorites, either. Many of the female coworkers he'd seen come and go absolutely fawned over the fireman's large muscles and intimidating height. It wasn't like Aaron knew anything about Trenton's personal life, but he was pretty sure that he must have an old lady…or just didn't swing that way. Either way, none of the flirts the girls had passed his way ever seemed to land. The achievement of working through the line was dwindling now. Two men approached his register together, and he gave them his standard 'Customer Service' smile and politely asked them their order. They looked up at the menu over his head with slack jaws and internally he groaned, careful to keep his Customer Service mask in place. He hated it when things like this happened, slowing down his line. It wasn't like the menu was complex; who needed twenty minutes to decide what type of coffee they needed? And after all the time they'd spent waiting in line, too. Alas, his need to keep his job kept him from complaining, even as they started debating together, one listing suggestions off the menu and the other denying one after another. The bell at the door chimed and two more people got in line. Those already waiting were getting restless, shifting and muttering amongst another. Aaron braced himself to be yelled at for the customers' holdup. Still, the fake smile remained plastered on his face. Behind the register, his fingers mindlessly drummed the counter. spacer
15:03
Bless Trenton. Behind the two men, he spoke up, suggesting the two step aside. For a second Aaron dared to hope that they might listen to a reasonable and logical request, but then one of them puffed up his chest (as if that would make him even slightly comparable to Trenton's size) and spoke to him rudely. Aaron’s smile twisted slightly. That was a mighty brave move, considering the men’s size differences. This guy was lucky that Trenton was such a laid-back kind of guy. If he was a lesser man, he easily could have overpowered this pompous twit in a fight. Even with Trenton’s calm demeanor, though, Aaron couldn’t miss the snarl that graced his lips. All he could do was offer the poor man an apologetic smile. At long, long last, the two menaces holding up his line placed their orders, and Aaron hurriedly punched them into the system. Of course they wanted separate bills as well, despite giving their orders at the same time. This was only a small inconvenience, though, as Aaron quickly adjusted the prices and ran their cards. A few hurriedly scribbled names and stickers plastered onto some cups, a few scones handed over, and at last they were gone and Aaron was throwing a disposable glove into the trashcan at his feet. Finally, his favorite customer was able to approach the register. Aaron’s Customer Service smile melted into something a little more genuine, a twinkle in his eye appearing as he met Trenton’s gaze, as though the two were in on some joke. He was already pretty much halfway through punching in Trenton’s order before the man even spoke. “Mixing it up today, huh?” He said lightly, tapping the few buttons it took to make the change. “How’s it been going, Trent? Hope you haven’t been getting into too much trouble.” He reached forward to tap the credit card reader, prompting Trenton to go ahead and pay for his food before he turned his attention to his little glovebox. Aaron pulled on one of the latex gloves with a satisfying snap and reached into the glass case to withdraw three cookies – though, if Trenton paid any attention to the receipt displayed on the reader’s small screen, he’d see he was only paying for two.
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Trenton Quinn BOT 11-Nov-22 02:41 AM
Trenton could smell and taste the flavor of blood in his mouth as he listened to the bastards in the suits arguing between each other over what they would order. They were your typical corporate blowhards, their heads so far up their own asses that they saw nothing but the shit they forced themselves and others to believe. He could feel the weight of his hammer in his right hand, a twenty-four-ounce claw hammer that he had used on various occasions to build things around his house. It was also one of his favorite tools for the beginning of an execution, the claw serving well to prize out teeth and jaw alike before the hammer head could shatter what was left of the victim’s bone structure. The combination of the calming music and the fantasy playing behind his closed eyes kept him calm, and as Trenton opened his eyes, he ignored their continued need to be inconveniences by adjusting their order. They reminded him of people he had had to deal with on the scenes of emergencies before. There was one house fire that he had been called to; the house was deep in a subdivision and the trucks had already struggled to make the tight turns and winding routes to actually get to the house. There had been several close calls where they nearly hit a parked car, as well as instances where they had to backtrack as the GPS did not show the true winds of the road. .
02:42
Trenton had jumped out of the truck and took three others with him as they ran across yards with hoses strapped to their backs. They had been in the subdivision for ten minutes and the blaze was visible the entire time, so they needed to get to the scene. One yard was apparently the neighborhood’s ‘best lawn,’ but Trenton and the others gave no shits as they ran across the turf towards the blazing home across the street. The owner was of course upset, because he turned from where he had been standing in his driveway videoing the blaze to look in shock as his precious lawn now carried the deep imprints of four sets of boots. The man had followed the firemen to the hydrant they were working to open, his voice raised and his hands gesturing back at his lawn. He was screaming at them for ruining it and was demanding some kind of compensation. They worked with their heads down and ignored him, their wrenches working to remove two knobs from the hydrant while the four hoses were combined into two long ones with their nozzles already attached. It wasn’t until the man stepped up and saw the difference in color on their helmets and must have decided that Trenton, his hands holding a massive wrench and cranking on the hydrant was the man in charge and higher ranked. He put his finger in Trenton’s face and demanded his attention, earning a quick glance from the larger man before he swatter his hand aside and worked the nut again. That didn’t satisfy the homeowner, as he then stepped forward and shoved Trenton’s shoulder. Trenton stilled for a moment as he pulled the nut off the hydrant and stepped back so the hose could be attached. .
02:42
Trenton had slid his wrench back in its holster on his belt and walked with the man towards his lawn. The man was excited now, as he had been acknowledged, so he ran ahead of Trenton and pointed at the divots in the turf. Nodding as he got closer, Trenton had grabbed the man by the back of his neck and then thrown him to the ground into his grass. When the man meant to move, Trenton’s patience had snapped, and he told the man if he moved again that he would be arrested for obstructing firefighters, a misdemeanor charge. Looking up at the counter as the men started to move out of his way finally, Trenton met Aaron’s gaze with a large, authentic smile that let his lower lip slightly dip between his teeth. The twinkle was matched by a small wink from Trenton, and a soft chuckle played through his throat as Aaron mentioned him changing up slightly. Grinning and moving his left hand to his pocket to bring out his wallet, Trenton responded with a joking voice, “Oh you know, nothing too bad. Just showing some people the business end of my equipment. Had some good Italian food last night, one of the new guys cooked us his grandma’s famous lasagna. How about yourself?” Looking from Aaron’s beautiful dark brown eyes to the light dusting of freckles on his cheeks, Trenton felt his own cheeks warm gently as he turned his attention to the register. Grinning as he noticed the difference in his order and the cookies that were being grabbed from the container, Trenton glanced up and tapped his credit card against his nose with a wink. Sliding the card into the chip reader, he opened his wallet and took out a five-dollar bill which he slipped into the tip jar. .
02:43
When the machine beeped for him to retrieve his card, he opted for no tip as he signed his name on the display. Sliding his card back into his wallet, he opened the billfold a little wider and pulled out a couple sheets of paper. One was a movie ticket and the other two were each twenty-dollar bills. Looking to Aaron as he slipped his wallet back into his pocket, Trenton slid the bills and ticket across the counter before speaking in a quiet voice so that the others around them could not hear, “The theater is playing a double feature tonight, Black Panther and the new one. I was wondering if you would like to go with me. The money is so that you can pick where we eat beforehand and when I pick you up, we can go there after you have a chance to get changed. How does that sound?” @ɪɴᴋʏ ♡ †𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱†
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ɪɴᴋʏ ♡ †𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱† 12-Nov-22 04:32 PM
For a few seconds, Aaron remained quiet, allowing Trenton to speak. The cookies sat in his gloved hand as if forgotten, and Trenton’s cup rested on the counter, sticker still waiting to be placed, but it didn’t take Trenton long to say his peace. Aaron couldn’t help but smirk; ‘business end of his equipment’; he wondered if Trenton even realized how lewd that sounded. He didn’t miss the crisp five dollar bill that made its way into the tip jar – well over a fifty percent tip – and he inclined his head, his smirk melting into a smile of appreciation. A question had been asked, though. How had he been? “I’ve been doin’ alright. Same shit, different day, you know?” He said, loud enough for Trenton to hear, but not at a high enough octave that he would be overheard cussing by any customers behind Trenton that might be offended by the vulgar language and try to report him to management. He was already pretty sure, after all, that he was going to be hearing it over their wait in line. No reason to give them more reason to put him under fire. It was warm enough in the cafe to be comfortable, but not quite enough to excuse the light pink color that was coming to Trent’s cheeks. Aaron wondered about it; maybe his theory was correct and Trent really was gay. Or, maybe he was just a bit shy. He’d been awkward more than once before at the counter, in a charming and cute way that made the girls Aaron worked with absolutely swoon. Either way, it wasn’t really any of his business, he figured, as he turned to put the cookies in the warmer. The way Aaron moved behind the counter was methodical, but by no means robotic. It was clear he was old hat, the way he navigated his coworker rushing past him and nimbly made his way to the small heating oven. With his ungloved hand, he pulled a piece of wax paper from its box and laid it upon the small metal tray that went into the warmer. He placed the cookies upon this, and in one quick motion, opened the warmer and placed the cookie-loaded tray within. He clicked the button to start the warmer with a slight grimace, unseen by the customer behind him. Personally, Aaron wasn’t a fan of the warmer: the beeps were disgustingly loud, and the whole machine made an obnoxious whirring noise while it was on, which made it hard to hear others. “Hot latte for Michael?” He heard his coworker call loudly over the crowd, but didn’t bother to look to see if Michael was on his way. Instead, he returned to his place at the counter, where unsurprisingly, Trent still stood. What was surprising was that despite having returned his card to his wallet, he was still digging through the small leather accessory. Aaron reached down to dispose of his used glove and pull the sticker that had printed when Trent’s order had been made. It tore from the printer’s sharp edge with a quiet sound that was much more satisfying than the whirring behemoth behind him. When he looked back up, there was money on the counter. Trenton was sliding it towards him. He froze. This was…unexpected, to say the least. Silently, he allowed the customer to explain. Trenton’s voice quavered as he spoke, his nerves clear in every aspect of his being. So Aaron was right. He was gay. Oh, how he suddenly pitied the poor guy. spacer
16:32
To give himself time to think, Aaron busied himself with plastering the sticker to the side of Trenton’s cup and writing his name down in surprisingly neat handwriting. It was hard not to write neatly, after all, when one wrote as slowly as he was right now. There was a pit in the bottom of his stomach. He wasn’t the type of person to avoid confrontation altogether, but he knew this was going to change everything. There was no knowing how Trenton was going to react to this…but he knew his favorite customer was going to change at least somewhat, if not disappear entirely. This wasn’t fair. Why’d the good one have to be gay? Besides all that, Aaron couldn’t help but feel a little insulted at the money, and the insinuations that came with it. Either Trenton was trying to bribe him to go on a date, or he thought he was poor. And sure, Aaron wasn’t the richest guy in the world, but if he was going to go on a date, he damn sure didn’t need to be paid for it. Ah well. His resentment could be saved til later. Right now, he kind of had to worry about this guy’s feelings. Aaron had at this point set the coffee cup to the side where his coworker would pick it up when it came time to brew the drink, and now stared down at the money and tickets, if only as a way of avoiding Trent’s gaze. He thought absently, for about half a second, how jealous his coworker would be when he told her. The one on shift with him today was one of Trenton’s biggest fans, and the occasional glace she’d sent them hadn’t gone unnoticed. As she brushed past him for a third time, he wondered if she was listening in. His gaze moved up from the money to Trenton’s face. The hopeful expression he saw almost convinced him to agree to one date just to appease the guy. But he didn’t want to lead him on, and dating someone he wasn’t attracted to just seemed wrong. Only a few seconds of silence had passed between them, but it was a few seconds too long. The obnoxious beep of the warmer behind him is what broke his rambling train of thoughts, and suddenly the noise of the cafe caught back up to him, the chattering of guests a bit too loud for comfort. The bell at the door rang – fuck. His line. He watched, his lips twisting, as yet another person stepped into the already too-long line. What a long day this was turning out to be. The smile he bestowed upon Trenton was apologetic and uneasy. “I’m sorry, man. I’m straight.” Without saying much more, he turned his attention back to the warmer and pulled the tray out to set on the counter to the side of the machine. The snap of another glove, the rustling of the paper package the cookies went into. Aaron bit his lip as he folded the bag over, and by the time he turned back to Trenton, that same awkward, sorry smile was back in place. He offered him the bag of cookies he’d paid for, as if they were some sort of compensation prize. (edited)
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Trenton Quinn BOT 15-Nov-22 04:53 AM
The awkwardness in Aaron’s mood did not go unnoticed by Trenton, as he watched the fun smile and exchange that they normally had fall apart silently before him. The way Aaron’s body had stilled in the most subtle of ways was not missed by the larger man, who had spent the past few months studying Aaron through discreet glances, stares, and notes he took when the other was busy with someone else. This way he was standing silently and looking at the ticket and bills, the way he had slowly written Trenton’s name, and the tenseness when he looked up to him. They were all unfamiliar when it came to their exchanges. Trenton had seen them with others, as men or women were rude to him or suggestive. He had seen many of Aaron’s emotional habits in his time obsessed with the younger man, but now, he was the recipient of them. Trenton let the silence between them exist for as long as Aaron would, his tongue held to the top of his mouth in an intense press as he fought the urge to act out in any kind of way. Part of him wanted to reach across the counter and grab Aaron’s throat in his hands before ripping him over the counter. In that thought alone he had mixed emotions, with part of him wanting to hold him down and face fuck him while the other part of him would continue the movement until he was on the ground and able to be stomped to death. Trenton fought the urge to grab the woman behind him and break her neck, the subtle squishing sounds of her chewing her gum having penetrated his mind and set an uneasy rhythm of tapping in his left foot. There was no stopping these emotions and the flares they brought in his mind, but his tongue kept them at bay as he held his breath. .
04:53
He was not letting the way the man three people back spoke bring an itch to the back of his right shoulder, as every sloppy word let out of the man’s lazy mouth rolled into another word following it as if there was no break. He did not want to grab the man’s jaw and pull him to the counter so that he could shove the hardwood surface between his teeth and bash his head against it, hoping that the broken jaw and eventual decapitation would fix the way he spoke. No, he would not let these thoughts of aggression and anger exist in his mind as he looked hopefully at Aaron, his smile beginning to feel taxing as he realized that it would not be returned. No, this gesture, this attempt to be normal, was slowly falling out from under him. Seeing the apology in Aaron’s eyes and on his lips before the words were ever spoken, Trenton sucked on his tongue to hollow out his cheeks slightly and keep his control over the flare in his temper that he felt. Looking slowly down from Aaron’s lips to his hand where it rested over the ticket and money, Trenton closed his fist rapidly, crumpling the paper and bills instantly. He stayed like that until the cookies were offered to him, at which point his eyes looked up to match Aaron’s. The warmth from earlier had left them, replaced by a calculating coldness that pervaded from his eyes to across his entire face and being. Ignoring the bag for a moment, he reached his left hand up and took hold of it, careful not to let his fingers touch Aaron’s. Narrowing his eyes, he spoke in a low voice, “I’m not gay or anything, I was just inviting you along to enjoy a movie. It’s whatever, dude.” .
04:54
Forcing a chuckle and shaking his head slightly, Trenton took the bag of cookies and the crumpled paper in his hand and stepped to the side. Pulling his wallet out of his pocket and stuffing the money and ticket in next to his own ticket, he chuckled softly as the gum woman stepped forward towards the counter to place her order. Shaking his head as he ignored the way she held the gum between her lower molars and her cheek, Trenton put his wallet back in his pocket as he paid no mind to the way she leaned forward on the counter, trying to get a closer look at the menu. He didn’t pay any attention to the way her nose had slight indents beside her eyes to show where her glasses usually were, or the way she squinted at the words before returning an apologetic smile to Aaron as she felt awkward for making the line wait. Tapping his wallet softly through the fabric of his pants, Trenton turned and walked away, his back on Aaron as he looked over a piece of artwork hanging on the wall. He pulled one of the cookies out and started to eat it slowly as he let his eyes idly rest on the image of a coffee cup made from different beads and noodles that had been gifted by the local elementary school. He kept his ears trained behind him as he waited for his name to be called with his drink. He was listening to the way Aaron spoke to each customer, comparing his tones with each of them to the favorable tone he had had with Trenton before the movie was brought up. .
04:54
How was he not supposed to feel something when the other man was always considerably more kind to Trenton then he was to others? How could he not feel special in some way? Chewing on the cookie thoughtfully and smirking as he enjoyed the warmth and good taste, Trenton felt his eyes moving across the reflective cover of the artwork in front of him. Seeing the female worker bringing his coffee to the counter and looking at him with a smile, Trenton slid the unfinished cookie back into the bag and turned to her with a matching smile. Walking over with a wink, he grinned and leaned forward on the counter before reaching his left hand out to gingerly receive his cup from her. Letting his fingers trail over hers for a moment as he took his drink, he grinned as she saw the flush that came over her cheeks. Leaning forward and speaking in a low whisper, Trenton glanced at her name tag before speaking, allowing his eyes to linger as if he was appreciating her breasts rather than learning her name, “So, Katie, when is shift change? Have you got any plans for tonight?” Katie grinned and brought her hand up to push some of her hair behind her ear before speaking in a quiet voice, as if trying to keep the conversation hidden from other jealous ears, “We don’t have a standard shift change today, some people are out. Aaron gets off at like 1 after lunch, but I don’t get off until 4. The others are all getting off at 2, so I could really go for something to look forward to. No plans though, yet?” Trenton grinned at her suggestive tone before nodding and winking, “Yet indeed. I’ve got tickets to a double feature Black Panther, if you want to come with me. I’ll pick you up tonight after work and take you to get changed then we can eat dinner before the show. How’s that sound?” .
04:54
Seeing her grin and nod enthusiastically, Trenton grinned back and lifted his hand to grip her wrist with his index finger and thumb with a wink. Nodding his silent confirmation, he took his drink and cookies and turned to leave without a glance to Aaron. His eyes did look in the reflections around the shop to see if the other male noticed. @ɪɴᴋʏ ♡ †𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱†
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ɪɴᴋʏ ♡ †𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱† 17-Nov-22 12:21 PM
The way Trenton’s eyes went cold was bone-chilling. The voice he spoke with, as he took the bag of cookies gingerly out of Aaron’s hands, was even worse. There was anger and hurt broiling under the surface, which Aaron could understand, having just rejected the guy – but being this close, face-to-face, with the sight of it? Terrifying. His heart pounded in his chest at a mile a minute as he stood there like a deer in the headlights, allowing Trent to speak to him in that chilling tone, Aaron’s own apologetic smile frozen in place. He remained silent, allowing the other man to have the final say, and simply let him walk away with his cookies. And his line resumed, a broad grin from the woman directly behind Trent as she had her turn at the register. A smile and a feigned apology for the wait was all it took for her to brush him off and make her order, smacking loudly as she did. Aaron, though, couldn’t shake the pit in his stomach, his glance once in a while going up to the man staring at the art on the wall. Had he really come to the wrong conclusion? No, he couldn’t have. Everything that Trenton had shown him had screamed a romantic request. The blush, the fawning eyes, the soft and quiet voice, afraid of being overheard… He guessed it made sense, though. Trenton was probably in the closet, awkward guy that he was, and having Aaron reject him probably scared him that he’d be exposed as a homosexual. Oh, well, hopefully he’d get over the rejection. At least, Aaron hoped he would. That look in Trenton’s eye had really shaken him up a bit. So much so that he was punching in the wrong order, clicking his tongue at himself as he had to make the correction. The line was finally starting to get some momentum again, and Aaron managed to get through two more customers before he heard his coworker call Trenton’s name. His glance barely flicked upwards, but he was intensely aware of the firefighter as he made his way up to the counter. He couldn’t hear the exchange that was being made on the other side of the counter, but he knew Trenton was talking to Katie now. A part of him worried that he might be making a report of inappropriate behavior, but he had to just shrug it off. If any allegations were made, he’d just have to deal with them when his boss approached him about them. His smile was becoming harder and harder to force. Part of him couldn’t wait for Trenton to leave, if only so that he didn’t have to deal with these nerves anymore. Aaron did see Trenton take Katie’s wrist. What…was that about? By the time Trenton was walking out the door, though, his focus was on the customer in front of him. He’d finally run into one that was angry about the line, tearing into him about how he should do his job, leaving him to give them feigned apologies and tense explanations. “Yes ma’am, unfortunately we’re just very busy today,” he was saying as he heard the bell ring to announce Trenton’s departure. “We’re moving as quickly as we can. I’d be happy to take your order now if you’re ready.” There was no pleasing everybody. Apparently, today was one of those types of days that beat that reminder into him. It would be several more minutes before Aaron finally managed to complete taking orders, and, given the break in new customers, jumped to the side to hurry and assist Katie in preparing the drink orders of those whom had been waiting for some time. Though at first the two worked side-by-side in near silence, speaking only to alert the other when they were coming past or needed to get to the same part of the back counter the other was currently occupying, Aaron didn’t miss the bounce in Katie’s step, nor the wide grin that stretched across her face from ear to ear. Usually she was a bit cranky in rushes like this, so something had clearly happened. Had it been with Trenton? spacer
12:21
Much later, when the orders were done, and they were working on restocking the supplies that had run low while they were busy just trying to keep up, she finally told him. She spoke with the kind of tone that let him know she’d been holding this in all morning; that she was about fit to burst with the information she’d kept private until now. “So,” she started the conversation with a handful of straws. “You remember when Trenton was in earlier?” That pit in his stomach was back. “Yeah, what about it?” Aaron shoved the napkins he held into the dispenser, perhaps with more force than necessary, and closed the top before the spring could send them flying everywhere. “You’ll never believe this, Aaron.” Her voice was getting more ecstatic by the second. “He asked me out on a date. Can you believe that? Me? Oh, Melissa is going to be so jealous when she hears about it!” Apparently the pit in his stomach had decided that being a pit was not enough for it, and had turned itself into a tilt-a-whirl instead. His stomach was churning and there was an awful bitter taste in his mouth. Why would Trenton do that? Was he trying to reinforce that he was straight, or was he trying to make Aaron jealous? …He wasn’t jealous, to be clear. It just really made him uncomfortable that his coworker was going to be dragged into this. She didn’t deserve to be led on like that. Nobody deserved that; that was the whole reason he’d said no. He wasn’t going to be the one to burst Katie’s bubble. “Oh, yeah?” Customer service had made him really good at feigning happiness and pep. “That’s great. What are y’all gonna go do?” “He’s taking me to see a movie.” Katie was practically swooning. Aaron listened in revulsion as she went on to describe the date he’d been offered just minutes before her. It was difficult to keep a straight face, to smile and congratulate her, but somehow he just barely managed it, at least long enough for a few customers to come in and disrupt their conversation. The rest of the day went by much in the same way: long rush hours separated by small breaks, customers nitpicking every little thing that went slightly wrong, Katie gushing over the evening she was looking forward to, and Aaron doing his best to keep his head down and his mouth quiet. 1 pm couldn’t come fast enough, and when the hour finally struck, Aaron couldn’t be more relieved. He stayed for barely a few minutes longer than he’d have liked to, just to finish taking the final order of a customer that clearly didn’t give a damn how ready he was to go, and then he was clocked out and out the door in what felt like a blur. Aaron didn’t pause until he was almost to the end of the parking lot, at which point he finally took a break to undo his apron. This, along with the matching visor, were crammed into the backpack that hung haphazardly off one arm. After zipping it shut, Aaron threw his backpack over his shoulders and began the walk down to the nearest bus stop. He pondered what he’d do when he got home. He didn’t have any homework that needed catching up on for once; he’d crammed that all in last night. Maybe he’d spend a few hours playing video games. Maybe if he was really lucky, some of his friends might be online and they could play late into the night like they did back when life hadn’t been so busy. That would be nice.
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Trenton Quinn BOT 22-Nov-22 02:29 PM
Plans change quickly when things go in ways you did not anticipate, and this exchange was a clear example of just that. Trenton had planned to hold Aaron’s hand and smile at him across the counter, but as he walked to the door, Trenton could not help the snarl that had painted his lips. Holding his cup in a firm grip, he heard the angry reaction from the woman in line and could not help but smirk as he crossed the threshold of the entrance. He would normally have held back a moment to try to smooth things over, showing the woman the error of her ways through kind words that suggested patience. Today, however, Trenton wanted nothing more than to hear someone let into Aaron the way that he wished he could. He wanted Aaron to feel his soul crushed and dashed across the ground in the same way that his had been. Reaching the door of his Suburban, Trenton heard the driver’s door unlock as it recognized how close his key fob in his pocket was. Opening the door and climbing into the front seat, he took a swallow of his drink before setting it down in the front cup holder. Pulling out his unfinished cookie, he dangled his left foot out of the open door as he fought with his pockets to pull his phone out. Today he was supposed to have a short day of going to the local middle school with others to represent the firehouse in thanks for the donations they had raised towards the new engine, but that would have to be canceled. He had things at home that he needed to take care of and clean up, messes that he hadn’t intended to clean up for a couple days as he let the situation stay to keep his mind in the proper place. Opening his phone and scrolling through his contact list, he swallowed the bite of the cookie and pressed call before setting his phone on the center console of the vehicle. Listening to the ringing start, he reached across his body and pulled the door shut before waiting on his chief to pick up the call. .
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“This is David, what can I help you with Trenton?” Letting a low groan escape from his throat as he leaned back against his seat, Trenton closed his eyes and furrowed his brows for a moment. Clenching his stomach and driving a dry wretch up through his chest, Trenton groaned again before speaking into his phone, “Hey David, I don’t think I can make it in today. I’ve been trying for the past hour to get dressed, but I’ve sp-.” Trenton cut himself off by bringing a fist up to his mouth, allowing a realistic vomiting sound to play through his throat as he felt bits of the cookie come into his mouth. Swallowing and releasing a shuddering breath, he spoke into his phone, “Boss, I’ve been puking and shitting my brains out. I’ve got a bug of some kind, but I can’t come in today. I’m sorry David.” The fire chief let out an audible sigh before a few seconds of silence floated between the two. After what seemed like forever, another sigh came through the phone as well as the other man’s voice, “Alright Trenton, take the day to get feeling better. Next time, just fucking text me. I don’t want to hear you puking over the god damn phone. See you in a few days man, I hate you got sick before your vacation, but we all get that sometimes.” “Thank you again David. Yeah, I will still be travelling, but now I might need to pack some extra Pepto-Bismol. Take care, boss.” Trenton ended the call before anything else could be said, his phone being pushed back into his pocket before he started the Suburban. Taking a long swallow of his coffee to wash down the bile from the deception, Trenton shook his head and sighed before backing the vehicle out of the spot, his hands already turning the wheel to start heading back towards his home. .
14:29
Arriving home, he threw away the empty coffee cup and bag that had had the chocolate chip cookies in it. Parking his vehicle in the garage, he walked through the adjoining door and looked at the door into his basement. The door was made of steel and had five different locks on it, but he turned his attention to walking up the stairs to the main living quarters of his home. Moving through the living room and into the hallway that held his master room, his library, a spare bathroom, and a guest room, he walked into his bedroom and started to undress quickly. He did not have very much time, but he planned to make his home ready for the new guest it would be receiving. Putting on a pair of black jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, he kept the same boots on but pulled on a set of shoe covers first. Grabbing a pair of elbow length gloves, he made his way down to his basement and unlocked the doors before stepping in. Right away, the coppery scent of blood could be smelled as the door opened, as well as the gentle buzz of flies moving over raw meat. Looking to his left and seeing the body of a woman splayed open with her entrails ringing her corpse, Trenton chuckled softly before speaking, “Well fuck, I thought you would have the decency to clean yourself up some. I’ve got guests coming over, you can’t be here anymore. Not like this at least.” The basement was entirely underground, and the walls were lined with two layers of cinderblock before being covered in mold and moisture resistant white paint. The ceiling was plywood with a similar paint applied to it. Walking across the concrete flooring to the corpse, Trenton shook his head before lowering his hand down and gripping his fingers in the top of her mouth to make an effective hook to drag her from. Lifting her head off the ground, he dragged her to another steel door with a series of locks on it, his hand moving to unlock them quickly before dragging her through behind him. .
14:30
There was a metal tub in the room with a few barrels of concentrated sulfuric acid sitting beside it. Lifting the corpse by her head, Trenton positioned her in the empty tub before closing the drain and pumping acid in until it covered her body. Picking up a stained cinderblock, Trenton set it on her chest to keep her body submerged before turning on a vent fan. The chute led out into his back yard and had several filters in it so that by the time the air escaped, it carried no scent of sulfur. The door had a seal on it as he closed it that would keep the scent confined to that room. Locking it behind him, he removed the gloves and walked out of his basement, the blood left in a pool where the corpse had been lying. Throwing the gloves and shoe covers away in his laundry room, Trenton grabbed a black hoodie and a dark gray hat before walking out to his garage. Pulling his hair back so that he could slip the hat on, he pulled on the hoodie and kept the hood up as well. Leaving his home and driving out into town, he glanced at the time and smirked as he had kept to a good time schedule cleaning up his home. Parking along the road between the bus stop and the coffee shop, Trenton retrieved his pistol from the holster he kept under the steering column. Stepping out of the vehicle after checking the time and seeing that he had a few minutes before Aaron got off, Trenton found a bench on the side of the road and sat down. Keeping the pistol in the pocket of his hoodie, Trenton sat with his head down to conceal his face behind the hood. .
14:30
Hearing approaching footsteps after the turn of the hour, Trenton glanced to the corner of his eyes and smirked when he saw Aaron making his way up the sidewalk. Staying still and making it appear as if he was sleeping on the bench, Trenton waited for Aaron to walk past him before he stood up slowly from the bench in order to not make the furniture creak from the change in weight on it. Pulling the pistol out with his left hand, Trenton walked forward and quickly caught up with Aaron. Coming up on the younger man’s left side as he saw his vehicle just up the road, Trenton wrapped his right arm around his shoulders and gripped his shoulder in a harsh grip. Pressing the barrel of his pistol hard into his ribs, Trenton lowered his mouth to Aaron’s ear and growled out deeply, “Keep your fucking mouth shut, and just walk with me. Make a scene and I’ll kill you; do you fucking understand me?” Pressing the pistol harder into his ribs to prove a point, Trenton pulled it back enough so that nothing was pressing against the slide, making the pistol truly ready to fire as his threat stated. Forcing the pace as he started walking them towards his parked vehicle, Trenton shook his head and growled out again, “You could have just gone on the date with me, but you had to be an ass and say no. We could have just enjoyed the movie, and you could have told me you were straight still. We could enjoy it as bros and have a good meal, but you had to go and insult me. Look what that gets you.” @ɪɴᴋʏ ♡ †𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱†
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ɪɴᴋʏ ♡ †𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱† 23-Nov-22 01:28 PM
Aaron walked with his head down, lost in his own thoughts: both fantasizing about a pleasant evening spent idly enjoying himself, and dwelling over the not-so-pleasant events of the day so far. His hands, clutching the straps of his backpack, fidgeted restlessly, his fingertips brushing over the seams where the fabric had been sewn. He wondered if Trenton would treat Katie well on their date, and he also wondered if he should have told her about the interaction he’d had with him. Was he a sleazebag for keeping it quiet? As he turned the corner, he saw a man sleeping on the bench. His lips twisted slightly. He saw homeless people on the bus all the time, but usually not at this particular bench. Part of him wished he’d grabbed a snack from work before leaving; he could’ve given it to the poor guy. Too late now to worry about that, though, if he wanted to make it to the bus stop on time. He turned his head away and kept moving. Hopefully, someone else could come along later and help the poor guy out. Aaron finally looked up, and his pace incrementally slowed. Was that… Trenton’s car up ahead? Was he already here, waiting to pick Katie up? Well, that was weird, she didn’t get off for another hour. Before he could think too deeply into it, several things happened at once. Someone came up behind, their grip like a vice as it wrapped around his shoulder, and before he could even open his mouth to scream, something cold and metal was pressed into his ribs - a gun? Aaron’s eyes widened and his breath stopped, and that all-too-familiar voice growled into his ear, the warmth he’d once known it to have suddenly gone, replaced with that same bone-chilling cold fury that had unsettled him so many hours ago. His heart dropped to his stomach, and the idle thoughts he’d been indulging not moments before dissipated, replaced by nothing more than sheer panic. Even if Aaron had wanted to resist after that threat, there was no chance that he’d be able to do so. Trenton’s grip was strong, strong enough that Aaron knew he wouldn’t be able to squirm out of it even if he tried. Not to mention the gun that pressed itself painfully into his ribs, knocking his breath out and eliciting a choked gasp before the weapon drew back only slightly. He could feel the metal rubbing against the fabric of his shirt with every step, and his heart wouldn’t stop beating, as if trying to hammer its way out of his chest. He felt like he might collapse, and the idea of blacking out while being literally kidnapped only scared him more. Trenton’s words were hateful and cold. Aaron listened silently, his fear and dread kept internalized as he did everything he could to drag his feet – no good, Trenton was dragging him on ahead at his preferred pace – and tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes. What the fuck was this? What kind of psycho had he… he’d been serving this man coffee all this time; the guy was a firefighter for fuck’s sake! What the hell was happening? Trenton couldn’t be serious, could he? He couldn’t actually be like this! A car drove past them, and he looked out to it with wide, terrified eyes. Seeing it continue past, not even slowing down as it faded into the distance, felt truly condemning. Nobody was around to save him. He was stuck here, with a fucking crazy person wrapped around him and a car waiting to take him to God knows where. He was well and truly fucked, and nobody even had the time to notice. spacer
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His gaze moved up to Trenton as he stumbled ever forward. Trenton wasn’t even looking at him, his gaze focused on the vehicle waiting up ahead instead, and the determined rage he’d kept hidden under that cap was even scarier than the cold fury his voice betrayed. Something told Aaron that there wasn’t anything he’d be able to do to change Trenton’s mind, but…he had to try. For his own sake. “...Please..” Aaron finally choked out, his voice coarse and shaking, barely above a whisper. “You. You can’t do this. People will notice if I’m gone. J-just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.” God, he’d always made fun of girls in horror movies when they said things like that, and now the words were spilling out of his own mouth, and the horrifying thing was how much he really meant it, how ready he was to let this man walk free if it meant he got out of this unscathed too. They were only a few feet away from the vehicle now. It was like time had slowed and was simultaneously going much too fast – the panicked thoughts raced a mile a minute in his mind, but the vehicle, menacing in its appearance, was growing closer way quicker than should have been possible. Each footstep felt like the ticking of a clock, counting down to Aaron’s downfall. Aaron’s lips felt suddenly chapped, his tongue flicking out to lick them, and he felt the first few tears slide down his cheeks. This couldn’t be real…this wasn’t happening. Over a date? What was Trenton going to do to him? Just because he declined a date, was Trenton fucking kidding him? “Never let them take you to a second location,” his father had taught him, back when he was really young. “If they take you to a second location, you’ll never go back home.” But how was he supposed to stop him with this gun against his chest?! They were only a few steps away now. Aaron had to do something. This couldn’t happen; he couldn’t let this happen. He looked up at Trenton again. “Please. We can go on the date. I’ll even let you kiss me, please, just don’t do this. You can’t do this to me.” The tears were coming faster now. He couldn’t get over the feeling of the gun pressed into him, the idea that he could just die here, and that’d be it, he’d be gone because he didn’t want to go out on a date with a guy he barely even knew.
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Trenton Quinn BOT 07-Dec-22 08:03 AM
Trenton kept his head down as he walked with Aaron under his arm, his eyes locked forward on his vehicle with the occasional glance to see what his victim might be up to. He knew with the aggression of his approach that he would likely have frozen Aaron out of any fight reflex, especially with the tool he employed to gain his obedience. The fact of the matter was that cold steel pressed against someone’s sensitive areas always seemed to get the desired effect. He had seen it on display several times in Afghanistan, and now he was using his intimate knowledge of it to his very own benefit. When the vehicle drove past them, Trenton pressed the barrel harshly into Aaron’s ribs and released a low growl from his throat – a bestial sound that originated from a place of hatred and needed no translating. It demanded obedience, with no other option for the man in his arms. So far Aaron had not disappointed him, so Trenton was able to release his hold on the trigger on his pistol and allowed his finger to relax slightly. Laughing dryly as Aaron’s voice escaped in a choked strangle of fear, Trenton allowed his blue gray eyes to meet the other man’s dark browns before he spoke in a low voice, “I can, and I will because nothing you say will be able to stop me. You seem to misunderstand the situation, Aaron. I am the one making decisions here since you decided to go and make the wrong decision. Estranged mother and father, a brother you haven’t seen in over two years. No roommates and only digital friends that do not know what city you live in, much less where you are to send a wellness check. No one is going to notice your disappearance Aaron, the least you can do for yourself is to save your energy. Trust me, you’re going to need it.” .
08:03
As they got closer to his vehicle, Trenton could feel the resistance coming from Aaron as the smaller man tried to drag his feet and make it more difficult for him to get him closer to the car. Squeezing his grip on Aaron’s shoulder tighter with the aims of increasing the pain to compliance, Trenton lowered his head and growled into Aaron’s ear, “Slow down and drag your feet all you want, it won’t change a fucking thing. You are going to learn the lesson that your mistakes and wrong doings have brought to you. Move your feet and keep up with me, or I’ll break your god damn ankles and drag you.” Glancing down as they got to the vehicle, Trenton smirked at Aaron’s attempts at bargaining with him in the effort of being set free. Shaking his head slowly, he turned the smaller man around and slammed his back into the side of the vehicle, his right hand making its way to his throat while his left held the gun aimed at his chest. Grinning down at Aaron as he leaned closer to the other man, Trenton looked over his full lips before lowering his mouth and forcing his lips against Aaron’s. After a short and forced kiss, Trenton pulled away with a sneer as he spoke, “Whether you give me permission to kiss you or not means nothing Aaron. I don’t need to check with you before I do something, and the quicker you realize that you have lost all power, the better. But please, keep pushing against it and let me have my fun.” Moving his left hand to open the door to the back seats of the Suburban, Trenton used his hold on Aaron’s throat to pull him away from the vehicle and then throw him in once the door was open. Following him in, he gripped his throat and held him down against the bench seat, his fingers wrapped around the smaller man’s throat. Squeezing and feeling Aaron’s pulse under his fingers beginning to lessen, Trenton brought the pistol down in a quick blow that would serve to knock him out.
08:04
Trenton pulled Aaron’s unconscious body from the back of his vehicle once he parked in the garage of his house. Hoisting the man up easily onto his left shoulder, Trenton carried him through to the basement. He was greeted by the same coppery smell as before, bringing a smile to his lips as he looked to the puddle of blood and the streak where he had dragged the woman’s body through it. Shutting and locking the door behind him, he laid Aaron’s unconscious body on the ground and pulled his pocketknife from his pocket. The blade hooked like a beak at the end, making it much easier to cut away clothes. Kneeling down and pulling away Aaron’s shirt, Trenton cut down the center of it and nodded slowly as he saw the creamy flesh displayed beneath it. Ignoring his desire to reach out and touch the unconscious male, Trenton cut the straps on his backpack so that it would stay on the ground as well. Reaching further down and cutting away Aaron’s pants, he made sure to keep control of his blade so as to not catch the other man’s underwear. With his clothes all but cut off, Trenton put his knife away and drug Aaron over to the wall by his throat. Lifting him from the ground and pinning him against the wall with his right knee lifted and held against Aaron’s bare abdomen, Trenton pulled each of his arms up and latched his wrists in the shackles attached to the wall. Held three feet apart with very little movement at the joint with the wall, the restraints were at a height that would keep Aaron’s shoulders uncomfortable unless he stood on his tiptoes. Aaron’s ankles were soon placed in shackles that kept his feet two feet apart and slightly uncomfortable. Crossing his arms over his chest, Trenton stood for a moment to see if Aaron would wake up on his own before shouting, “Rise and shine! Your new life begins now!” @ɪɴᴋʏ ♡ †𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱†
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Aaron’s heart sank as Trenton read him like a book, the realization that he’d told Trent these things over the past few months sinking like a stone in the pit of his stomach, the dread and sickness of realizing that not only had he confided in a literal kidnapper, but that Trenton was absolutely right. The only people who’d notice his absence right away were his coworkers, and the cafe was not unaccustomed to no-call no-shows. They probably wouldn’t even think twice about it. Aaron was spiraling quickly out of control, and in the haze of his panic, he barely even heard Trenton’s threat…not that it wasn’t enough to make him stumble over his footing and pick up his pace. Too soon, they reached the vehicle, where Aaron made his final plea, looking up through eyes blurred with tears at Trenton’s snide, unfeeling expression. Suddenly, Aaron’s back slammed into the vehicle, a hand wrapped scarily tightly around his neck and a gun to his chest. His own hands went up to the one around the neck, his touch trembling but not confident enough to dare to actually attempt to loosen the grip that restricted his breathing. He almost pissed himself forced face to face with the terrifying grin that stretched slowly across Trenton’s sharp features. Aaron’s breaths were coming out sharper and more ragged, and they caught entirely when Trenton forced the kiss out of them, no doubt tasting the salt from the tears streaming down his cheeks. A few cruel words bounced around Aaron’s brain, and behind him, the suburban was opened. Aaron was tossed carelessly inside, falling against the seat cushions. Once again Trenton gave him no chance of getting up, following directly behind him, his hand returning to its place around Aaron’s throat. Finally, Aaron found it in himself to really struggle, to resist and try to fight back. His floundering attempts to get Trenton off of him were unvictorious, and his vision was quickly going dark, his limbs suddenly heavy and cumbersome. Gargled pleas for release fell on deaf ears. His shoves were growing weaker and weaker, not that they’d done much to begin with. Perhaps he should have seen it coming, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the pistol coming down swiftly towards his face. ~~~ spacer
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Aaron slept through the ride and didn’t awaken when it ended. Nor did he regain consciousness when his limp body was carried into his new prison, his arm flopping against Trenton’s back in rhythm with the larger man’s pace. Rather, the concussion he’d been given kept Aaron soundly asleep, and allowed Trent to do as he pleased. His body was a dead weight as Trenton adjusted it into the cuffs, kept upright only by Trent’s sheer physical strength. It was only a few moments into being cuffed that Aaron would start to stir: the tension on his muscles as his limbs were forced uncomfortably far apart by the chains – the discomfort – began to wake him from his forced nap all on their own. And then Trenton shouted, and Aaron was jolted awake, into full, horrifying consciousness. Immediately the smell of death hit him like a wall. He was a stranger to the smell of decay, but it was something innate, some primal part of him that recognized the scent, and it was horrible, intolerable, so much so that his stomach turned and it took his full control (what little control he had over himself) to keep himself from being sick right then and there. Aaron’s eyes wouldn’t focus at first. His head was pounding and it took several minutes of ragged breathing and blinking viciously to get his vision to refocus. The first thing he saw was Trenton’s sneer, and then… oh god.. There was blood on the floor.. He strained against the chains, each metallic rattle a chill down his spine, his muscles taught under his skin. It was impossible to get comfortable and probably even less so to get free. Aaron wanted to scream, to freak out and cause a scene, to yell for help…but there was something in the look on Trenton’s face that stopped him. Part of him just didn’t want to give the other man the pleasure of seeing him freak out again, as if he hadn’t already seen him cry, but mostly, he was just simply sure that no one would hear him even if he tried. So instead Aaron hung his head, gasping for breath and trying to control his shaking. His head wouldn’t stop hurting and he needed to focus, he needed to figure something out, he needed to.. Well, he had to do something. He couldn’t just die here. Maybe he could convince Trenton to unchain him. Trent had liked him, right? There was still a chance that somewhere deep down Trenton still felt that way, well, that was, if he hadn’t just been acting so he could get him down here in the first place. But that seemed unlikely, this seemed more like a punishment than something that had been planned in the first place. No, he was almost sure that he wouldn’t have ended up here if he had accepted the invitation out on a date. Oh, god, why hadn’t he just said yes? No, no, he couldn’t start panicking again. His shoulders were already starting to get a dull ache in them, his arms chained too high above his head. He stood on his toes, alleviating the pain at least momentarily, and forced himself to raise his head up to meet Trenton’s gaze again. Aaron’s own gaze was almost glazed over, his eyes glassy and his cheeks damp. “Where are my clothes?” The words came out in a coarse, dry voice, the tone almost devoid of emotion. In his panic, Aaron felt like he had stepped outside of himself, or as though he’d been split in two: in his mind, one part of him was screaming and panicking, throwing shit against the walls, but another part, the part he was letting Trenton see, had disconnected entirely and was just doing its best not to see or smell the terrible stimulus around him. The blood, the noxious odor that plagued the room, all of it…he didn’t want to see any of it.
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