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Undercover Love	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2
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When Darren next awoke, it was slowly. His head hurt, and immediately he realized his arms were bound, though his legs were free. Carefully, he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry but the contact was still in place; that was good. As his vision cleared, Darren became more aware of his surroundings. He was in a small, prison-like cell, and several other sleeping captives were with him. He would have been afraid if he wasn’t so focused on his job. Immediately he scanned the area, attempting to gather as much information as he could, on alert.

Several minutes later, another boy began to wake up, blue eyes opening to look at his surroundings as well, blonde hair falling into his face as he sat up suddenly. Darren instantly felt sorry for the boy. He didn’t look to be any older than eighteen or nineteen.

“Wh-what’s going on?!” He asked, as if Darren would be able to give him all the answers. Darren wished he could, but it was time for him to go into character.

“I-I don’t know,” He whimpered back, “I-I just—”

“Unnngh.” Another captive groaned, slowly regaining consciousness as well, quickly followed by the last captive. Counting himself, there were four of them in the cell, all taken the previous night from the club; or at least Darren guessed from the way they were all dressed. The boys all looked between the ages of eighteen and twenty or so. In fact, at twenty-six, he knew he was the oldest. Of course, he knew he looked as young as the other boys; it was part of his lure; with his physique and youthful face it was very possible to believe he was as young as nineteen.

“C-can anyone get their hands free?!” The frightened blonde boy asked. Darren could, but he could not afford to blow his cover in any way. He had to appear as weak and frightened as the others or he risked being discovered. Everyone else shook their head ‘no’ as well.

Conversation and struggle ceased when they heard the opening and slamming of a heavy metal door, followed by heavy footsteps on the stairs leading down into the room they were in. Darren stiffened as the man approached. He was built like a wrestler and Darren recognized him as the bouncer from the night club.

“Ah, the new arrivals.” He smiled superiorly, dark eyes glinting with power. Darren stared up at him, making sure to get a good look at his face.

“Kevin has a good eye…Master Tyrone will be pleased. You boys will fetch a good price at auction…. Once you’ve been properly trained, of course.” His voice emanated with power and a sense of callousness. Darren knew this was not going to be pretty.

“Wh-what do you mean?!” One of the captives, a young dirty-blonde with hazel eyes asked.

“A-auction?” The other boy asked, his green eyes shimmering in tears of fear. The man laughed in response.

“You will learn quickly not to speak out of turn. Until then, I will let your faults slide.” The man scanned the cell, his dark eyes falling on Darren and the frightened blonde next to him. “Hmmm…. But which one should I start with?” Darren noticed the man’s gaze switch back and forth between himself and the blonde, whose whimperings grew louder as he no-doubt noticed the man’s gaze as well. Darren knew what he had to do. He couldn’t save the blonde boy yet, but he could buy him some time.

“N-not me…P-please! T-take him, n-not me!” Darren whimpered, gesturing toward the blond who, in return, regarded him with a look of shocked betrayal. The hulk of a man smirked at Darren.

“Aww, so little Snow White here wants to send Goldilocks off to the big bad wolf, is that it?” Inside, Darren cringed at the man’s poor usage of fairy-tale characters, but on the outside he nodded frightenedly, causing the man’s grin to widen. “Well tough shit, kid.” He all but growled, slamming the cell-door open and stalking towards Darren, wrenching him upward by his arm. “You’ll learn to act with the proper manners before I’m through with you, you little bitch!” He threatened, dragging Darren out of the cage. Darren managed to wink at the blonde, catching the realization in his eyes just before he was dragged off, leaving the other three boys behind.

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Darren “struggled” against the man, readying his mind for what was to come. He knew how to play this game.

“No! Please! Please, let me go!” He cried, pulling against the bouncer dramatically. The man chuckled and, out of nowhere, a harsh slap knocked Darren senseless.

“You must think I’m stupid.” The man growled, “I’ve seen your type before. You want to play hero. You want to protect that blonde boy… idiot.” Darren reeled at the man, resisting the urge to break his bonds and hit him back. Darren whimpered as the man undid his bonds, forcing both his wrists upwards and into a pair of shackles that hung from a pulley on the ceiling. Immediately, Darren made a show of panicking and trying to escape from the bindings, earning himself another slap.

“You will refer to me and all others higher than you as Sir. Is that clear?” The man asked, circling Darren, a braided leather whip held threateningly in his grip.

“N-no way! This is crazy!” Darren refused, squirming, wincing when the whip lashed out against his chest, tearing the mesh that covered him.

“I want you to say ‘yes, I understand, Sir’” He ordered, circling around to Darren’s backside, “Say it.” Darren remained stubbornly silent, crying out when the whip came down harder on his backside.

“Say it!” Hesitance; another lash to his backside, resulting in a scream of pain, “SAY IT!” Another strike, before Darren even got the chance to reply.

“I understand!” Darren cried, “I understand! I understand, Sir!” He gave in, whimpering in supposed pain.

In all honesty, Darren felt like he was over-acting. The pain wasn’t all that bad. The man wasn’t even breaking skin with that toy of his. Darren had had worse. Pain was easy to ignore if one put himself in the right mindset.

“Good boy.” The man soothed, moving closer to Darren and petting his hair back out of his face. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Darren shook his head, visibly trembling. “Good…good… now… what is your name, boy?” He asked.

“D-Darren.” Darren conceded, the discomfort in his wrists growing slightly. The man’s eyes hardened, his hand gripping Darren’s chin violently, nails digging into pale flesh.

“Your name is what your master chooses to call you. Your past identity is gone now! Your only existence revolves around your master, do you understand?!”

“N-no, no please…I-I wanna go home…” Darren begged. The man slapped him twice hard, drawing the smallest trace of blood from his lip. Darren gasped in pain, looking away from the man.

“You are home now. Everything you were before this is GONE.” He pulled Darren’s hair harshly. “Understand?!” He jerked Darren’s head backwards painfully. “Now…what is your name?” He demanded. Darren knew to hesitate if he wanted to be believable. Another two lashes on his back were his reward.

“What is your name?!” He demanded again. Darren shook his head, a few tears trickling down his cheeks.

“I… I…” He began to sob . The man dropped the whip immediately, coming around to face Darren once more.

“Awww….shhh….shhh… it’s alright, little one.” He comforted, gently wiping Darren’s tears away, calming him, brushing his hair back soothingly. “You know… it doesn’t have to be like this…if you’d only submit.” The man’s voice had suddenly taken on a sweet, almost patronizing tone. “How about I leave you alone for a little while to think about that.” He spoke softly.

And just like that, Darren was left alone, chained to the ceiling. He groaned to himself. They weren’t This was definitely his worst assignment…ever.

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What must have been several hours later the man returned, picking up the whip once more, smiling when Darren lolled his head to the side in order to get a better look at him, body bruised nicely where he had been beaten, but no skin on his chest or back broken. The man was an expert at this. Bruises healed, but scars on fresh slaves were unacceptable. So he had become an expert at the most painful ways of beating a person without causing any irreparable damage.

“Hello again, Little One….are you ready to answer my question yet?” He asked gently. Darren nodded slowly. “Okay…what is your name?” Darren’s voice was parched, making his voice sound even weaker than he had intended.

“I… I don’t…have a name?” Purposely he made his response sound more like a question. The man smiled broadly.

“That’s right…” He consoled, holding a cool glass of water up to Darren’s lips and allowing him to drink. “Very good…you have no name but what your master chooses to give you…. And…what is my name?” He asked next, stroking Darren’s pale chest. Darren shivered.

“S-sir?” Darren squeaked.

“That’s right… very good…Master Tyrone will be quite pleased with your progress.” He grinned, unchaining Darren from the ceiling. Darren’s knees buckled underneath him as he was freed, but his tormenter anticipated this, catching him.

“I think you’ve had enough for now.” He patronized, lifting Darren and carrying him bridal style back into the room with the other captives.

The others gasped at the sight of him, making Darren wonder just how bad he looked. Darren was not placed back in the cell with the others, however. Instead he was carried to a far corner of the room and gently placed upon a cushion.

“There Little One, you rest now…. You’ll be taken soon enough.” He swept back Darren’s hair one more time. And, if Darren didn’t know any better, he could have sworn that the man was feeling guilty. Either way, he curled up on himself, actually quite exhausted. His eyes were closed, but he could hear the opening of the cell door.

“N-no! Please! Please don’t!” Darren heard the blonde from before cry out. He shook his head, knowing the boys fate, only hoping that he could save him and the others once he got back to headquarter with his information. That would have to come later, though. He could not afford to worry about the boy now. Now, it was time to rest.

“Psst. Hey! Hey kid, what was his name again?—Darren! Hey, Darren!” The remaining two captives were frantically trying to get his attention. He heard them but he ignored them. He couldn’t help them now, but he would soon.

“Darren! Hey, come on! Nobody’s around! There’s gotta be a spare key to this place around here somewhere. Come on, you can look for it. Get us out of here!”

“P-please!” The other boy begged. It saddened Darren to hear the fear in their voices. But he couldn’t afford to help them just yet; he had to separate his feelings from what he knew he had to do. Besides, the water that bouncer had given him had been laced with something and Darren could already feel its effects.

“AHHHH!” A scream from the next room caused a few moments of uneasy silence, broken by the soft crying by of one of the captives. Darren shivered and fell into an uneasy sleep.
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