As if paralyzed by fear to the point of physical pain, I stiffened and collapsed into the arms of my assailant, unable to cry out in agony. My eyes were stuck wide open as I took in my current predicament. The man who caught me had a mischievous, fanged smile across his strikingly handsome face, his long silver hair falling down around us as he supported me in his ice cold arms. With all my might I attempted to move my arms, legs, anything to no avail. I stared in terror into the mans light blue eyes as he parted his lips to speak.

"Little marked boy... Can I take you with me?" He whispered close to my ear with a cool breath, causing a shiver to rush down my spine. His question and his amused expression made it pretty clear I had no say in the matter. Try as i might, I could not respond or utter a sound and tears started to well up in my eyes.

With one swift and nimble movement, he had me lifted off of the ground and cradled me in his arms as he burst forth into the darkness of the night. After multiple turns I had lost all sense of direction and dread started to set in.

Why can't I catch a break... What does this guy want with me...?

I stared blankly, unable to close my eyes or fight back. I observed what I could as we raced by the flickering street lights, deep in the city. The man had a perfectly proportioned face, his ridiculously long hair flowing behind him as we ventured further into the underbelly of the city. Now that I was able to focus on him, I could see he had a strange tattoo snaking its way up his neck. It seemed to almost be alive and moving, shimmering in the street lights as we swiftly passed them by. I could feel his muscles through his clothing, putting my soft, couch potato frame to shame.

His speed decreased as he turned a corner and ventured down a trash littered alleyway. He stopped in front of a dirty old red door and knocked lightly three times. It swung open with a soft creaking sound and he carried me inside.

It was even darker in the musty room and my eyes refused to adjust to the surroundings. I was laid on what felt like a bed, and I heard the clang of metal, and felt a cold sensation on my ankle as a shackle was secured in place with a loud snap. My fear shot through the roof as I laid there completely helpless, listening to the shuffling of bodies in the dark.

How many are there? I couldn't tell.

"Who do you belong to?" A voice shocked me, as I felt a cold breath against my ear. It sounded like the man who had captured me, but I couldn't be sure. I would have yelped in panic if I would have been able to.

I heard a few mumbled words and then an ice cold hand slipped under my head and lifted me slightly. I felt a cup placed at my lips and tipped, and a foul, bitter liquid slid down my throat and some escaped down my chin as i started to gag.

"We can't leave you paralyzed forever or we won't get answersss," I heard as I was put back down.

My skin started to flush and rise in temperature, and I gasped and blinked as I felt my face begin to regain movement. A hand was placed across my mouth, the sensation was surprisingly gentle yet firm.

"I'm advising you not to cause a ruckus, not like anyone would hear you anyway." The hand slowly slipped away from my lips. I decided it was in my best interest to heed the warning and stay silent.

I heard more rustling, and a dim lamp flickered to life, the small amount of light it emitted seeping across the cluttered room. I could see the man with the silver hair standing close to where I was laying, and out of the corner of my eye I could see at least three others hiding off in the shadows.

In one swift and sudden movement, the silver haired man swung around and slammed his hands on the bed forcefully with a thud, one on either side and dangerously close to my head. He leaned in and stared into my eyes, my breath catching in my lungs as his eyes flickered with curiosity and danger. His soft hair cascaded down around me and my eyes widened in fear as he leaned in closer, his cool breath against my neck. I winced as I felt that wet sensation once again slip across my skin, like he was licking me with his forked tongue.

I shivered as he looked up at me and said, "You smell like you were just marked. How careless." His fingers moved to softly run along my jaw line. "Your aura is invigorating... I wonder why your master was soo carelessss and left you unattended. Who do you belong to?" He looked deep into my eyes and seemed to be expecting a response.

I desperately attempted to form words, and my voice crackled, "I-I d-don't... pl-ease..."

His lips turned down slightly as he glanced and motioned at one of the figures standing in the shadows. A small glass was brought over and he assisted me like last time, a gentle hand under my head and the glass pressed to my lips. His face was still uncomfortably near mine as he sat on the bed, watching as I gulped down the water he offered.

"Now tell me. Who owns you. Where can I find them." He took the glass away but did not remove his had from behind my head, his cold fingers sliding through my hair.

"I-I don't know. I don't know what you mean," I looked up with a pleading gaze and was met with a look lacking amusement and full of distrust.

"How can you not know who marked you. I feel... sssmell all of the Magik on you. You REEK of it. How do you think I found you?" He took a breath as if to calm himself. "I'll ask you again. Who is it and where are they." His stone cold gaze bored holes into me.

I averted my eyes, and my heart pounded in my chest as I whispered, "I don't know anything. I swear. Please just let me go..."

He shook his head and grabbed my hair roughly making me gasp and pulled me back against the bed. His face came dangerously close to mine as he growled, showing his fangs, "I don't have the patience for this."

He let go of my hair and turned to look into the shadows, "Daiki."

A well built man emerged from the darkness and approached, "Sir." His deep voice responded.

The silver haired man tilted his head to he side and flicked his eyes back to me, "Can we do this the easy way or are you going to make this hard on yourself?"

"I told you, I-," He cut me off before I could plead more.

"Hard, you say? What a waste... Little marked pet," His cold hand reached to gently run along my face for a moment, then he looked to his henchman, "Daiki. Make him talk. Nothing fatal... but be... persuasive."

"As you wish, Lord Tatsuya," He bowed his head as the silver haired man stood.

"Let me know if he decides to talk," Tatsuya said over his shoulder as he made his way to the door, "Just make sure you don't kill him." He laughed lightheartedly.

"P-please, I'm begging you... I don't know... anything. I swear!" I cried out in earnest as the door was closing behind him. He looked back for a moment, a flicker of disappointment crossing his countenance, then he firmly closed the door behind him.

Daiki made his way over to me, a menacing look in his deep dark eyes, "Let's begin," his voice rumbled deeply as he unsheathed a jagged dagger from his hip. It glinted in the light as he held it up and swung it swiftly down as I let out an ear piercing scream.

Someone... Please save me...