Submission

Submission

“I have no choice,” Adrein whispered to himself in the mirror. His blue eyes were haggard, underlined with dark creases that had no right residing in one so young. Slender hands clenched the sink, red with effort, thin fingers turning white in contrast to the black nail polish. “I hate you,” he whispered to himself, teeth clenched, voice soft and sweet with a hard edge to it. “Why are you so weak?” he trembled, biting one delicate lip. He started shaking in a more alarming fashion, and became aware it would only get worse. He left the dilapidated building and made his way to the place he had fled not so long ago. It was a long walk, and it drained most of what energy he had left. He was breathing raggedly when he got there, tears coursing down high, aristocratic cheekbones. The building glinted in the sun, the floors disappearing into the azure sky, farther than his own blue eyes could see. The boy placed his hand on the scanner that came out, like always. God, had it been three years? He typed the code he had been given so long ago into the monitor, and a gray door granted him access. He walked gracefully inside, holding his head up high and summoning what little dignity he had left. He felt the gaze of the other Choices as he walked through the lobby. Few were old enough to remember him, and the newer ones were wondering at his elegance. After what seemed like eternity, he made his way to the familiar elevator that would take him up twenty three stories to his quarters. Asa Guilden, respected member of the current administration. Adrein’s owner. The cool metal doors closed behind him and he leaned against the glass wall, distractedly watching the ground shrink as he rose from the ground.

The floor was empty when he arrived, and it sent a shock to some nostalgic part of him. It was exactly like when he had first seen it, a ragged wretch from the slums, dazed with the beauty and wealth of this life. Asa wasn’t there. Adrein would have to wait, and he didn’t think he could wait long. Asa would have been alerted when he signed in – it would only be a matter of time until he arrived. Adrein made his way over to the familiar leather couch, running one graceful, slender hand across the back of it. He glanced around guiltily and climbed over the back to sit on the cushions. He remembered the first time he had done that – it had resulted in a resounding slap and a twenty minute discussion of ‘class’.

He didn’t hear when the door behind him whispered open, and he jumped as the soft voice spoke from behind him. “Adrein,” the older man said, a misleading smile on his handsome face. “Dare I inquire to the reason of your return?” Adrein tentatively turned a round, clear blue eyes wide in anticipation. Asa would know what he needed. Of course he would, Adrein silently ranted in the spaces of his mind. He did this to me. Asa leaned against the doorway, and the younger boy’s eyes immediately flitted to his hand, which carelessly held a needle. The boy whimpered despite himself, and his muscles relaxed involuntarily, causing him to slip on the leather cushion and land in a half sitting, half laying down position. Asa laughed, and that laugh was familiar too, causing a shudder through his body. Asa walked around the couch to look at Adrein more clearly. “How badly do you need it?” the attractive man teased, coaxing a small spurt from the needle. Adrein bit back a whimper at the costly liquid being wasted on the floor. Asa moved closer, throwing a long shadow over the boy. “You know what I want to hear before you get this,” Asa said, features more cruel and masculine than Adrein’s innocent, angelic beauty. Adrein’s eyes fluttered, but Asa’s own gaze remained hard. Adrein bit his lip as he came to the worst part of this indignity. “You own me,” he gritted out from clenched teeth, voice low and heated. “Not good enough,” Asa said, punctuating the sentence with a cursory shake of his dark blonde head. Adrein shifted his weight onto one slender arm before giving up as his strength failed him and lay back down on his side. He lowered his gaze to the floor and said in a much softer tone; “I – I belong to you.” Asa cocked his head and moved forward in one motion, giving him what he wanted. As the life giving liquid coursed its way into his bloodstream, Adrein felt his chin lifted. Asa smiled at him before closing the distance. “Mine.”

So it had ended. Three years of constantly scraping together enough money to feed the expensive addiction Asa had forced upon him. Even more potent than the collar, the drug did nothing to his senses except when the need wasn’t met. Then the boy had eight hours to get the drug or die.
The most effective leash made.

Asa mused after he had put the boy to bed. The years hadn’t been kind to the boy; he was thinner, frailer, but his anger burned as strong. He remembered the night the boy had surrendered to him.

He shoved his shirt up with one slender pale hand, farther than necessary. He raised himself onto his knees, arching his back slightly. Cold blue eyes held the older boy’s as he quickly and deftly removed his belt one handedly, the sultry azure gaze locked with another, equal, pair of blue eyes.

Adrein woke slowly, memory flooding back.
He was back.
He was mere property again.
A part of him smiled as he cuddled back into the pillow. He held a power over someone powerful. And maybe... this stirring in his heart wasn’t an emotion associated with anger.

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