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Undercover Love	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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chapter 5
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Darren breathed in deeply as he awoke. He was terribly hungry, having been fed only four small meals in the three days he had been there. Fortunately, today was the last he would have to put up with this life. It surprised him actually; apart from his initial beating, he was escaping relatively unscathed. All he had to do was pretend to be frightened and utterly obedient and, for the most part, he was left alone.

Of course, that didn’t stop Darren from hearing the tortured screams of the blonde boy in the next room. He couldn’t block out the boy’s miserable sobs at night. Nor could he help having an utter sense of failure when those sobs finally stopped.

He did not have time to dwell on the matter, however, for Tyrone had taken it upon himself to inform Darren of all that was to be expected of him once he was sold his “new Master,” informing him of the duties that he’d be required to perform. Darren listened intently, appearing shocked when he deemed it necessary and demure at other times, playing up his role as innocent; for Tyrone had divulged some interesting information about the importance of innocence in selling a “fresh slave.”

“Do you know... why I would not allow Liam to touch you?” Tyrone had asked the day after Darren’s encounter with the bouncer. Darren shook his head, intrigued to know where Tyrone was going with this, “It is because I did not want him to extinguish that light in your eyes. That sparkle, behind those baby blues of yours is what’s going to make me my money.” Darren cocked his head to the side in confusion, apparently not understanding, “You, Little One, have never been taken against your will before. You fought Liam… that shows that you haven’t lost it. A slave that has lost their innocence is like a car once you have driven it off the parking-lot. Do you understand?” Darren nodded slowly.

“Good…now, tell me…are you a virgin?” He asked. Darren had had to keep himself from laughing when he answered.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good boy....”

Darren had also learned, in his stay with Tyrone, just how the man was able to take his victims. The bartender was his inside man, scoping out possibilities in the dense crowd of the nightclub. He would then engage the possibilities in conversation, making sure they were alone, with few or no friends to miss them; that’s how they avoided missing-person’s reports. Darren had also witnessed Tyrone’s man Liam tampering with the bottled water they served upstairs. He literally popped the lids off the bottles in order to lace the liquid with whatever they were using to knock people out. He would then pop the lids back into place, making it as though the water had never been opened, protective seal still in place on the twist-off cap. It was a very sneaky process, seemingly made possible only by Liam’s brute force.

Darren brought his mind back to the present, hearing Tyrone’s heavy boots on the stairs leading down into the room in which he was being kept. It was time to go. Tyrone entered the room carrying the scraps that were left of Darren’s shirt, as well as his shoes, instructing him to put them on. He did so, and Tyrone smiled at him encouragingly, producing a small leather leash and attaching it to his collar. Darren had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the utter cliché situation. Next, Tyrone gently pulled on the leash, urging Darren closer to him. He held Darren against him tightly, producing a syringe. Darren’s eyes widened. He cursed to himself, immediately struggling against Tyrone. This angered the man and his grip on Darren tightened painfully, stabbing the syringe into his arm and injecting him with whatever drug was in it. Darren glared at him slightly.

“Come on Little One, that wasn’t so bad.” Tyrone released Darren, holding the leash instead, “Now, it’s time to go.” He pulled gently on the leash. Darren was led upstairs and into the now-empty club. He was then taken outside to an alley beside the club where a car was waiting. This was it, his chance to see the faces of those who caused so much pain.

Tyrone sat in the car with Darren pulled onto his lap, taking Darren’s excitement for apprehension, petting his hair back soothingly and hushing him quietly.

“Now you just…behave yourself….okay? Just…do as you’re told…to the best of your ability…and you’ll be fine,” Tyrone instructed, his hand brushing through Darren’s hair nervously, “You’ll be fine…” He repeated, as if trying to convince himself of Darren’s safety. Darren could have sworn that he was actually worried about him.

The car came to a stop after about an hour of travel. Darren’s breath caught in his throat as a man approached, opening the vehicle’s door in order to greet them, a hood covering his face from Darren’s view.

“Good day, Tyrone, Sir. Just a warning, you may want to wear your hood today, it has been reported that there are FBI dogs in our midst. One has already been apprehended but there may be more still afoot.” Darren listened intently, his heart rate increasing rapidly as the man spoke. He looked up at Tyrone questioningly, checking the man’s expression for any signs of recognition. Thankfully, he found none. If his partner had been discovered, then he was not as safe as he thought he was. This could be bad…this could be very bad… he couldn’t afford to panic, he had to remain calm, keep up the façade.

“Thank you, I shall keep that in mind.” Tyrone nodded to the man, pulling on his own hood. They were beginning to look more and more like members of a cult. “Is Trey in the back?”

“Yes Sir. He just finished with a pretty one of Kenneth’s. Is this your newest toy?” The man asked.

“Yes…he’s a pretty little one, isn’t he?” Tyrone smiled proudly. Darren was having a hard time concentrating, panicked about his partner’s possible capture, his mind swimming with whatever Tyrone had injected into his arm.

“Yes Sir. He’s quite appealing…you’d better keep him away from Lord Malachi.” The man warned. Tyrone’s face darkened at the mention of the name and Darren felt as though his heart was pounding out of his chest.

“I know,” He nodded, “But if the price is right, then how can I refuse? Besides…he may not even be here today. Did he not just purchase a fresh one up north?”

“Yes, Sir. He did, but he is here. He arrived about an hour ago and he seemed to be looking for fresh meat. It seems he’s already gone through the last one.” Tyrone shot a worried glance at Darren who let out a whimper, actually, truly afraid for the first time.

“Well, we’d better get in to see Trey.” Tyrone stepped out of the car, pulling Darren along with him. Darren struggled against him slightly, feeling strangely weak, giving in for the moment.

Besides, he didn’t know for sure that Nick—his contact—had been discovered. For all he knew, Nick could be waiting in the auction house, his own hood in place, ready to purchase Darren so they could get the hell out of there. Darren shook his head. No…he couldn’t fool himself like that, if he held out false hope he was doomed for sure. He was on his own now.

Tyrone led him inside what looked to be a run-down nightclub. Darren felt a little dizzy, but he remembered to keep a sharp eye on his surroundings. Tyrone led him deeper and deeper into the nightclub, to what must have been a dressing room at one point, stopping and pulling down his hood in order to great a tall, lean brunette Darren assumed to be ‘Trey.’

“Ah, Trey…I brought you a beauty to work with, today.” Tyrone greeted, smiling proudly.” The lean man looked Darren up and down, a lewd smile breaking out over his sallow face.

“He is a beauty. I’ll have some fun with this one. You go on out to the auction, Sir…. I’ll make him sparkle.” Trey grinned. Tyrone looked at Darren regretfully one last time before handing the leash over to Trey.

“Goodbye… Little One,” Tyrone mumbled, exiting the room quickly. Darren could not help but feel a bit insecure with the new man standing in front of him. He wanted to punch Trey, knock him out, and make a run for it. But whatever Tyrone had drugged him with before they left was beginning to have severe effects on him. He felt sluggish, he couldn’t make his limbs work properly, and his head felt like he was in a dense fog…he knew there was no way he’d make it out of there alive if he attempted to run now.

“Come on, baby…I’ll take good care of you.” Trey coerced, a firm hand on Darren’s mid-back, guiding him to a chair in front of a well-lit mirror. Darren was able to look at himself for the first time in days. His hair was clean at least, as Tyrone had allowed him to bathe before they left. But his hollowed cheeks showed his hunger and there were circles under his eyes from exhaustion. Trey noticed his frown.

“There, there, hun… Don’t worry, I’ll make you gorgeous, you’ll see.” Trey soothed, turning the chair Darren sat in so that he could no longer look in the mirror, a bottle of foundation in his hand. Trey took his artistry very seriously, a determined look on his face as he applied the makeup, adding just a hint of rouge to Darren’s cheeks before pausing to admire his work.

Darren felt ridiculous as Trey continued, tilting Darren’s head back and applying mascara to his lashes. It made Darren feel like a doll. Eyeliner was next. Trey demanded that Darren remain utterly still as he applied a thin line of the jet-black liquid to his eyelids. Glitter was dabbed onto his lids as well. A liquid ruby-red lipstick was then painted onto his lips. It was amazing how lethargic Darren was feeling; as if he couldn’t even move his arms, let alone put up any kind of a fight. And the chair he was sitting in was so…soft…and so comfortable…

“There we are… now, what to do with that hair.” Trey smiled patronizingly, as if Darren were a child, or an invalid. “Ahh….I know…” Trey murmured to himself, moving around behind Darren. And, within twenty minutes, Darren’s hair was once again styled into jet-black dreads that cradled his face…it seemed that all stylists thought this was the look that suited him best, Darren didn’t quite get it.

“Beautiful…” Trey admired, turning Darren back towards the mirror so he could look at himself once more. The difference was shocking. His face was absolutely flawless, like a porcelain doll’s; his skin as white as the moonlight.

“You’re positively delicious,” Trey grinned at him in the mirror, his hands on Darren’s shoulders, “I know just how to dress you, too.” Trey bragged, leaving Darren in the chair while he disappeared behind a wall to what must have been the wardrobe. He came back carrying a beautiful royal-blue satin kimono.
“It matches your eyes,” Trey explained, laying the outfit out on a table and coming back over towards Darren.

“Now…let’s get you dressed,” Trey smiled obscenely.

Darren felt like dying.
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