*SLAP!*
Ethan startled awake as someone slapped his face hard, it took him a bit to focus as he didn’t appear to have his glasses. In front of him sat a very familiar figure, his old boss, a man who should have been in jail. They were in a room with one window that was covered up, there was a table to his left and he was handcuffed and tied to a chair in nothing but the jeans he’d been wearing. From the feel of it the pockets had been emptied, so no phone. The room smelt strongly of sex, old booz, bodyoder and old pheremones it made him feel light headed and nauseous.
“So nice of you to wake up Candy Cane. Or should I just call you Ethan now that you’re no longer a little slut?” He asked, he slapped him across the face again hard, the chair tilted at little as he did. “Do you know how much trouble you’re stupid fucking tiger mate has gotten me into?” He shouted at him.
“Maybe you should have run your business more honestly.” Ethan told him.
*SLAP!*
He got hit again hard and this time the chair tipped over sending him crashing to the sticky floor.
“I tried that in the beginning and I got nothing, I ran that business quietly for ten years, ten years of falling between the cracks, keeping it small and then I made one mistake with you.” he snarled as he kicked him in the chest.
*THUD* *CRACK*
All the air rushed out of his lungs and he felt something crack. He gasped for a moment and then was grabbed by his hair and pulled back up, Ethan cried out in pain as he did.
“That’s right cry out, no one is going to hear you and if they did they’re not going to care.” he told him. He let go of his hair, several strands and a few small feathers floated free to the ground. “I can’t do anything to that tiger mate of yours, nor can I get my money back from your useless father, he and your brother have blown all your earnings on themselves, so I’m going to settle with you. I’m going to make you suffer and then you are going to disappear.” He told him as he picked up something from the table. Ethan’s blood froze as he saw the long slim object in his hand, it was clearly a scalpel and he intended to use it on him. He squirmed and tried to push the chair back and away..
“Please don’t please leave my baby alone, don’t hurt them.” he whimpered. His first worry was for his poor innocent kitten.
“Oh but I can’t, you see I’m going to cut that little thing out of you and let you watch as I do.” he drew the blade across his chest leaving a thin red line in its wake. “Then I’ll be nice and stitch you all up so I can sell you to some rich Alpha who is going to have his way with you again and again” he slashed thin lines into his exposed skin with each ‘again’. “And you’ll pop out kid after kid, he might even lend you out to his friends if you prove to be good stock, and I know you’re a good fuck, there were somany who wanted to buy you, but your fucking father would never agree to it.” He told him, he then stabbed the scalpel into his thigh causing him to screech out in pain. “But before that I’m going to have my way with you, I’d like to have a little taste of your slutty little hole.”
“Please stop, please don’t do this.” Ethan sobbed, still struggling to break free.
*THWACK*
“Stop moving so much!” He said backhanding him hard across the face.
The pain was too much, it hurt to breathe, his face hurt and he was feeling something wet trickle out his nose, now there was pain in his thigh where he had been stabbed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” He chanted softly hoping it would stop.
“You are nothing but a cheap slut, and don’t worry after I am done with you, I’m going to find your bunny friend and do the same, though it’s a shame to hear that he’s not knocked up yet.” He told him ignoring his pleas. “Maybe I’ll get the honor of doing that but I hear those bunnies can pop out kids faster and better than avian’s can.” He said pulling it out and then he stabbed him again in the thigh. He enjoyed hearing him cry out in pain, it was musical in a way. He looked up at Ethan and noticed his eyes rolling back. “Hey! Don’t you pass out on me!” He snapped, grabbing his neck. “I’m not done with you yet! I know you’ve taken more pain than this before!” He yelled, yanking a handful of feathers and hair from the base of his skull. The pain both brought him to consciousness and overwhelmed him as he gave out a garbled screech.
He cursed and shoved the chair to the floor smacking his unconscious head against the unclean floor. His nose was bleeding and it looked a little more crooked than normal. It was no fun to do anything to him while he was unconscious, no he wanted him to be awake and aware of what he was doing to him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Four hours earlier.
Mark awoke in the hospital his head pounding, he sat up suddenly startling the nurse that had been checking up on him. The poor Beta dog came rushing over to his side as he groaned in pain. “Sir are you alright?” She asked. “Do you remember your name?”
“My head hurts.” He said rubbing the back of his head, there was a large welt where he’d been hit. “My name is Mark Stevenson.” He told her. “Was there an Avian Omega brought in with me?” He asked, thinking instantly of Ethan.
“No, they found you on the floor in the Library about an hour ago.” She told him as she took his vitals.
“I need to find him, Leon is going to murder me.” He muttered, Ethan should have come with him, but he’d come alone. He had seen the large bear man watching Ethan and when he’d confronted him, everything about it was suddenly blurry and it made his head throb more.
“Find who?” She asked, there had been an officer looking for a missing Avian.
“My Boss’ mate, he was with me at the Library, his name is Ethan Plum, and he’s a pregnant Avian Omega.” He told her. Her eyes went wide and she scooted out of the room and a moment later a detective came in. In his hand was a bag with some rather familiar looking objects in it. Inside he could make out the shirt Ethan had been wearing, his phone, a pair of broken glasses, a wallet and a ring on a chain. “I am going to be murdered.” He said softly, going suddenly pailer.
“Do these belong to your friend you were with?” The detective asked. He was a K9 of some sort from what he could tell, nor did it matter right now.
“Yes, those are my Boss’ mate’s things, he was with me at the Library.” He told him.
“They were found outside the Library in a bag, and some kid saw them get tossed out the window of a car. He went to see what it was and saw a bit of blood and it freaked him out so he called us and we were already there looking at what happened to you.” He said. “You said these belong to your Boss’ mate?”
“Yes Leon Peterson is his name and Ethan is his mate, I work as a butler. Maybe I should say ‘worked’.”
“That guy hit you pretty hard from what we saw, then during the commotion of you being found he took Mr Plum out the emergency exit.” He told him. “We have a call out for both the man and Mr Plum.” He said as Leon suddenly burst into the room out of breath and looked around. “Are you alright sir?”
“That is Mr Peterson.” Mark told him.
“What’s going on? Where is Ethan?” He asked. He then noticed the bag in the detective's hands and he suddenly grabbed him. “WHERE IS MY MATE? WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS THINGS?” He roared.
“Mr Peterson, you are the mate to Ethan Plum?” He asked very calmly, he was used to Alpha rages when it came to their Omega mates, especially when they were pregnant, being an Alpha himself he understood how he felt.
“Yes, what happened? Where is he? What happened to Mark?” He shouted, still angry.
“We are currently looking for him and the person who took him, it seems the person in question knocked your butler unconscious and then your mate and in the commotion of finding Mr Stevenson’s unconscious body this man slipped out with your mate.” He told him. Leon let him go as the news hit him. “Do you know who he is?” He asked, showing him the image of the stocky bear Alpha, a screenshot taken from the Library surveillance camera.
Leon’s stomach flipped seeing the familiar man, he should have been in jail he shouldn’t have been able to get anywhere near his mate ever again. He gave a nod to the detective. “That was the man who ran the brothel my mate used to work at. I thought he was in jail.” He told him.
“Can you come to the office and sit down and talk with us about this? I think your butler needs some rest at home.” He said, looking at Mark.
“I’ll be fine, if there is anything that you can tell them to get master Ethan back.” Mark told him. Leon looked at him and then sent a quick text.
“You stay here till she picks you up, no if ands or buts.” He told Mark.
“Do I have to?” He asked, knowing exactly who he had just texted. Leon gave him a look and then looked to the nurse.
“My sister, Felicia Peterson, is coming to pick him up, do not let him leave on his own.” He told her. He looked to the detective. “Please lead the way.” He would do anything to get his precious birdy back.
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