Scared by Sarah Masters Read Free Book Online

bleach. He'd stumbled down what sounded like wooden steps. Someone pressed his shoulders, and he'd sat on a hard chair, the back of it reminding him of one from his school days. Rope bound his wrists behind the chair, his ankles to the legs.
    Fear. He'd never felt it so clearly in his life.
    The sack had come off. A blinding light, pointed right at him, made seeing impossible. All he could see was that circle of light surrounded by blackness. A blackness so deep and frightening he'd cried for a long time.
    "I wanted you then, Mum. Called out for you, but you didn't hear."
    He'd been left alone for what seemed like hours.
    The click of a door opening came, and footsteps down the stairs.
    Frost had spoken, his voice soft and creepy. A forceful whisper right beside Stephen's ear. “Welcome to your new home.” His footsteps echoed, and he fumbled in Stephen's jeans pocket and removed his wallet.
    Stephen still couldn't see anything but the light and the blackness.
    "Stephen Brookes. Charming name. Now, I'm going to give you a drink. You must be thirsty, hmm?"
    He was, God how he was, but he recalled his mum's warnings of how people drugged drinks.
    "Even your average bloke in a nightclub drugs drinks, son."
    So if they could, it stood to reason this man could.
    And he had. Forced Stephen to drink what tasted like lemonade. The bubbles had burned his throat. Made him cough. And something had pricked his arm.
    His mind had gone fuzzy after a while. Questions came at him, rapid-fire fast, and he'd nodded, not knowing what he was nodding for. When the sound of a table being pushed across the room bit into his dulled senses, when a pen had been positioned in his hand, when they'd told him to sign his name or they'd kill his mum...
    Yeah, he'd given his consent. Nodded so hard his neck hurt. Shouted that yes, yes, he'd do whatever they fucking well told him, so long as they left his mum alone.
    "Good,” Frost had said. “And despite you thinking we're barbarians, we will leave her alone, if you stick to your promise. No sense in offing her for the sake of it. Leaves a nasty trail. Can't have that."
    The shower water was cooling. Stephen wished it was hot again. Hotter than it had been. He still felt dirty. Used. He hated himself, his skin, his arse, every goddamn thing. He wasn't sure, if he got out of this alive, that he'd feel comfortable with himself again. Frost's touches were there even when his hands weren't. His scent was there even when he wasn't. Those cool breaths brushed Stephen's shoulder even now, when Frost slept in the other room. His voice circled around inside Stephen's head: Do you hate this, boy? Do you? Do you hate me?
    "Yes, God, yes. I hate you more than I thought it was possible to hate someone. More than my dad, and that's saying something."
    "Oh good.” Frost's voice came to Stephen, muffled under the splashing water and the shower stall enclosure.
    No. Please, no more.
    "Get out,” Frost said.
    Stephen looked up, squinting through the steam, which would be gone soon, since the water cooled more by the second. He stood, muscles screaming and eyelids drooping, and pushed open the shower door. It banged against the wall.
    "Here. A towel for you.” Frost had dressed in jeans and a black Nike sweater, the red baseball cap of yesterday perched on his black-haired head. And those shoes, those damn pointy-toed shoes that didn't go with his clothing.
    Stephen took the towel, knowing it was useless not to. He didn't fancy being hit like last night. His back was still sore from the punishment. Even when Frost had just...done what he did, he knew he'd pushed his luck by telling the man exactly how he felt. That he hated his touch, his cock up his arse. That it hurt . He'd expected another punishment, but none had come. Frost hadn't seemed to mind what Stephen had said. What was up with that?
    Wrapping the towel around himself, Stephen bit back the urge to tell Frost to fuck off out of the room and leave him be. He'd