CoughThePoisonOut

They left me bound and gagged minimally for awhile, and while it was far from comfortable, it was a lot better than the chair had been. I had been so constrained by the straps and gag, and the way that they had dug into my body was so much worse than the scarves that held me now. I sighed against the cloth that was tied over my mouth. It would be so easy to scream around, but I knew the second that I did, I would be thrown right back into the hell that I had been in before. I was starting to grow restless, and an idle mind is just as dangerous as idle hands. I started to think about all of the things that could happen, all of the ways that t

After what seemed like hours, I heard the door unlocking and I looked up. One of the men entered carrying a bottle of water, the second following him with a backpack. I struggled feebly at the cuffs securing me, but I was too exhausted from my earlier struggle to do much of anything useful. "Aw, all work out?" The man holding the water bottle smirked, walking over to me and harshly pulled the cloth and tape from my mouth while the second went behind me, undoing the tie. I spat out the cloth wadded up in my mouth and I looked over at my kidnappers. "Please," I whispered, my voice raspy. "Please, let me go…" My eyes were tearing up both

"LET ME OUT!" I screamed, kicking at the lid of the trunk, hoping that if my captors didn't listen, someone else on the road would hear me. "HELP! SOMEONE LET ME OUT!" I had been screaming for long enough that my voice was hoarse and my legs and arms were sore from kicking and pounding at the lid of the trunk, but I wasn't sure exactly how long I had been locked in the moving car. I had been grabbed on my way home from school and thrown in here before I had a chance to even ask questions, and now I had no idea where I was being taken. It was hot in the trunk, and I had already taken off the blazer from my private school, rolled up the sleeve

Charlie, needless to say, did not sleep well. He was worried about Owen first and foremost, but he was also worried about the robbery. He knew that he would be suspected, because he was going to be the only person there. He was going to go to jail for this, but he had to save Owen. He was terrified, though, because there were far too many ways that this could go wrong. When the first man came back into the room to wake him up, he was already awake and ready to go. He wanted to get this over with, to see Owen delivered to freedom, even if he, himself, was to be arrested immediately after. He loved Owen, they had been together for four years,

Charlie smiled at the text that his boyfriend Owen had just sent him. My cousin's gone for the weekend, I'm house sitting his apartment. Alone time? Come right away! Apt. 24B 2556 S Elm.

Today, someone asked me a question that I've heard of people being asked, but shockingly, I can't remember anyone ever asking me. I was asked why I was gay. For a hot minute, I was incredibly offended. I wanted to blow my top and start screaming at them. I debated shouting "Why are you straight?" or some other snarky remark, but what good would that do? I sat back and thought for a moment. I'm gay because I am, I've always known that, but telling someone that, it should be obvious, but as I thought about it, it occurred to me that I wasn't taking upbringing into consideration. When people are raised, the opinions and views that our parents h