Small Sacrifices
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Rating: NC-17 for content, including violence.
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Small Sacrifices VI
There it was. The empty warehouse on Waterloo Lane. There was no mistake. He had been driving in circles around this building for the past ten minutes, contemplating whether or not he should enter it. Once in, there was no turning back. He stared grimly at the run-down warehouse. A few broken windows here and there. A dirty yellow light emitting from the building. He could feel Justin's heart beating within. He could hear his cries. He could sense his presence. He was inside. A single bullet shattered yet another window and JC knew he didn't have much time. JC anxiously got out of his car, almost tripping over himself, as he dashed across the street. He knocked furiously for several seconds before the double metal doors finally swung open.
His eyes widened as the first sight that crossed his vision was that of his lover hanging from the ceiling. Justin's beautiful face stained with dried tears. His hair, a disheveled mess. His clothes dirtied. But at least, he was still alive.
"Josh! Just leave now!" Justin cried out loud. "Don't come near here. It's a trap."
JC, as if he hadn't heard a single word Justin had yelled out, took a step further into the dark warehouse filled with uncertainties.
"So, he is your fuck toy after all." Jake emerged from the darkness of the warehouse.
"We are the best of friends. And I love my best friend very much. I don't want to see him harm." JC responded.
"Then, you wouldn't mind if me and my boys sample your best friend here." Jake smiled devilishly.
Jake laughed as he signaled his men to lower Justin to the ground. Once his two feet touched the ground, Justin scrambled toward JC only to be pulled back roughly by Jake. He held the boy, tightly encircling his arms around him. His hand strategically placed on Justin's delicate neck in a threatening manner.
"You haven't touched him, have you?" JC demanded to know. He had to know. Not that it mattered. What mattered most was that Justin was still alive. Still, he had to know.
"You mean like this?" With his hand still holding onto his neck, Jake let his free hand roamed along Justin's lengthy body to grab him through the thick fabric of his pants. Justin screamed as Jake aggressively groped him. "Tell him. Tell your boyfriend. Did I touch you like this?" Again, Jake applied even greater force on him. "Tell him."
"No. No!" Justin yelled out as Jake squeezed him one last time before releasing him.
"You have your answer. Your fuck toy is still yours only. Now, give me the money." Jake demanded.
"Let Justin go first." JC strengthened his grip on the briefcase. "I will give you the money once you let Justin go."
Jake grinned as he tightened his grip on Justin's neck. "Do you think I'm that stupid?! We exchange at the same time. You take one step forward and I'll take a step forward. Once we meet in the middle you get the boy and I get the money."
"Fair enough." JC said, taking a step forward.
His hand clutched tightly to the briefcase as he was painfully aware that his life as well as Justin's life would only be safe so long as he had the money. The money was the only thing keeping them alive. His eyes focused on the dark orbs that stared right into his baby blues. They each took steps forward until they were mere inches apart. Jake squeezed Justin's arm, signaling JC for the exchange. His hands still holding onto the briefcase for security, JC's eyes met Justin's tearful eyes. One look into those deep pools of blue and JC knew what he had to do next. JC threw the briefcase at Jake as he pulled Justin away. He examined his boyfriend briefly before pushing him behind the security of his back.
"You have your money. Let us go." JC said.
Jake gave no verbal response. His eyes transfixed on the amount of money inside the briefcase. He pulled out of his cellular phone, making another encouraging phone call to his boss for the night.
"We got the money." Jake relayed the information to his boss.
"And..."
"They're still here." Jake informed the man on the other line that both JC and Justin were still held at the warehouse.
As he carried on his discussion with his boss, his men had all gathered around him. They, too, were at awe for they had never seen this much money all at once. JC tautened his grip on Justin's wrist. Seeing that the moment gave way to an opportunity of escape, he began to lead Justin away when a fire was shot. The bullet snuck between the two lovers as they were leaving, barely missing Justin. The men suddenly surrounded them once more as JC shielded Justin away from the men who were aggressively reaching for them to pry them apart from one another.
"Who said you could leave?" Jake pointed the gun at JC.
"You lied!" JC shouted at Jake. "You have your money and now you won't let us go."
"I said $1,000,000. There's only $975,000 here." Jake responded. "I've been doing this for years now. I know when someone is trying to rip me off."
"That's shit!" JC challenged. "There's at least a million in that suitcase."
Jake laughed with amusement at how persistent JC had been regarding the amount of money. Did he not know that the amount of money did not matter? He controlled the situation. He controlled their destiny. His eyes locked in with JC's gaze as if taunting him to leave with the boy. His hand snuck into the suitcase, retrieving two stacks of hundred dollar bills. He threw the money up in the air and fired two shots, piercing through the bound money.
"Not anymore. Like I said, there's only $975,000 here. Take the boy." Jake commanded his troupe. His eyes never left JC's deadening stares amidst the raining green sheets.
"No. No." Justin shook his head, burying his head on JC's shoulder, as arms reached to grab him from different directions. "Let go of me!"
"Take him." Jake gave the order one last time.
His men all converged on the two lovers at once, pulling Justin away. JC held onto Justin's hand, not ever wanting to let go of him. But the force pulling them apart was too great and soon his fingers slipped past Justin's and Justin was pushed back into Jake's arms. Even with Jake's constricting hold on him, Justin struggled against him. Jake backhanded him once before tilting his head backward. He applied a crushing force on his neck as he deposited white powder into Justin's mouth. Justin instinctively closed him mouth shut to prevent swallowing the chemical powder, but his retaliation was heeded when Jake slammed his fist in his abdomen. Justin swallowed all that fell into his mouth. He tried to spit out the chemical, but it was too late. His body was quickly absorbing the chemical. Justin stumbled backward into Jake's arms. He wrapped his arms around the boy, whose droopy eyelids soon fell, casting a world of darkness before him as unconsciousness took precedence over his body. Jake gently picked up the boy and carried his limped body toward JC. He placed Justin's lifeless body at JC's feet. He hovered over the boy and quickly wiped away the tears on his face before stepping aside for JC to grieve over his lover.
"Justin." JC collapsed beside him. He took his hand in his and felt the icy cold fingertips. He kissed them softly and rubbed them against the side of his face. "Why? Why?"
"Because he's yours." Jake answered, simply. He kneeled down before the two lovers. "He's so beautiful." Jake murmured, feeling Justin's baby soft skin underneath his fingertips. "It's a shame that he had to be sacrificed before we could fuck him."
"Stay away from him." JC sent Jake stumbling backward.
One of the men stepped into the scene to help Jake to his feet. Another entered seconds later with a goblet in his hand. He approached Jake, handing him the goblet. Jake took the goblet and returned to attend the grieving JC.
"You don't have to part." Jake handed JC the goblet. "You can still be with him."
JC stared grimly into the milky contents of the goblet. He could hear the chemical breating inside, forcing bubbles to burst open. He scooped up Justin's body in his arms, pulling his body closed to his chest so that their hearts could beat as one. From the faint sound of his heart beating, JC knew that Justin was still alive. The breath on his neck indicated that he was still breathing. JC knew what he had to do next. To save himself and to save Justin. He returned Justin's limped body back to the filthy matted floor of the warehouse. He took the goblet and raised it in the air. Tilting his head, he poured the milky liquid into his mouth, careful not to swallow the poison that would have taken him away from Justin for good. His eyes closed shut and he fell forward, draping his body over Justin's unconscious form.
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