The Boy Next DOOR.

He looked around, his heart pounding in his chest, but there was no sign of Dave. As he attempted to step forward, his eyes caught something glinting on the floor, beckoning him closer.

As he walked closer, his hand trembling slightly not because of fear but because of rage, he picked up the object from the floor. It was Dave's necklace, unmistakable in its design. He had seen Dave wore it once or twice, and just earlier today, as he entered the room, he noticed it among Dave's jewelry. There was no doubt about it – this necklace definitely belonged to Dave. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach as he realized that Dave might be in serious trouble.

His heart sank even further as he looked around and spotted Dave's phone lying on the floor, its screen darkened by raindrops and speckled with dirt. It was evident that the phone had been exposed to the elements for some time. With a sense of urgency, he realized that something must have happened to Dave, and every passing moment was crucial.

His expression darkened, a creepy smile playing at the corners of his lips as a chilling realization dawned on him. Without needing to think much, he already knew what had happened. A wave of dread washed over him as he pieced together the grim truth of Dave's fate.

Slipping the phone and necklace into his pocket, he steeled himself and pressed forward, his senses heightened and his mind racing with questions and fears. Every step he took felt heavier, weighed down by the uncertainty of what he might discover next.

...

In a dimly lit room illuminated only by a solitary light bulb, five tall figures loomed, their silhouettes casting long shadows against the walls. Their voices, deep and resonant, filled the space as they engaged in an intense discussion amongst themselves, their words carrying an air of authority and secrecy.

"Has the aphrodisiac begun to take effect?" The apparent leader inquired, directing his question to another who had nonchalantly removed his shirt, revealing a muscular physique.

"I'm not sure," he replied, his voice low and uncertain. "He's still unconscious." He added

"Alright then, you'll be the first to take him," he declared, a twisted sense of satisfaction evident in his tone. "There's no need to rush things. We need to savor this moment with such a beauty in our grasp." His words dripped with anticipation, sending a exciting feeling down the spines of those present in the room.

"Are you guys ready?" A young woman, appearing who seems to be in her early twenties, asked as she entered the room, holding a camera in her hand. Her voice cut through the exciting atmosphere, bringing a sense of urgency to the proceedings.

"Yes, we're ready," they all replied in unison, their voices filled with a disturbing eagerness that sent shivers down the spine. It was a chilling display of unanimity, hinting at the dark intentions lurking within each of them.

"You all need to make it seem like he genuinely desires to be with you," she instructed, her tone cold and calculating as she set up her tripod. "It has to appear as though he has willingly surrendered himself to each of you." Her words hung in the air, emphasizing the sinister nature of their plans.

" What if he's struggling or not acting submissive? "

"If he's struggling or not acting submissive, you make him submit," she replied sharply, her gaze piercing through the dimly lit room. "We need him compliant, one way or another. Do whatever it takes to ensure he plays his part convincingly." Her words carried a chilling finality, leaving no room for dissent among the group.

"He wants him so badly, doesn't he? Who does he think he is, and when did he arrive?" The lady's voice dripped with venom as she spoke, her eyes blazing with fury. "Does he think he can just steal him away from me? I've been watching him for a long time, and he wants to throw all my efforts away? No, no, no! I won't allow that to happen. I must teach him a lesson that will make him regret ever crossing me. What I have planned will make him hate you so intensely, I will ruin and tarnish your image beyond repair." Her laughter rang out with a sinister edge, signaling the depths of her determination and malice.

"You guys should get to work," she ordered, her tone commanding as she points the camera towards the unconscious young man, his beauty stark against the darkness of the room, tied to the bed. The air was thick with tension as the group prepared to carry out their disturbing agenda.

His head and face were stained with blood, a grim testament to the violence he had endured. A fingerprint marked his cheek, evidence of a brutal slap, while dried tears streaked his cheeks. His hair was disheveled, and his once flawless white skin now bore angry red marks from being roughly handled. The sight of his battered appearance only served to heighten the sinister atmosphere in the room, as the group prepared to carry out their nefarious deeds.

"Let me go..." The unconscious guy who happens to be Dave murmured, his voice weak as he regained consciousness, slowly opening his eyes. A sense of desperation and fear lingered in his words, his gaze darting around the room as he struggled against his restraints. The chilling reality of his situation began to sink in as he realized the danger he was in.

Straining against his bonds, he attempted to rise, only to be met with the unyielding resistance of his restraints. Panic surged through him as he realized the extent of his captivity, his efforts to free himself proving futile against the tight bindings that held him in place.

"You have to let me go! What do you want from me? How did I end up here?" he yelled, his voice laced with desperation as he struggled against his restraints, his body writhing in a futile attempt to break free. Fear and confusion gripped him as he pleaded for answers, his mind racing with unanswered questions about his sudden and terrifying predicament.

The last thing he remembered was being forcefully dragged down a pathway lined with tall trees in the forest by strangers he had never encountered before in his life. The memory sent a shiver down his spine as he struggled to piece together how he had ended up in such a harrowing situation. The forest's eerie silence only added to his sense of unease, heightening the urgency of his plea for freedom.

Memories flooded his mind, vivid images of the strangers slapping and berating him as he attempted to escape their clutches. The brutality of their actions replayed in his mind like a nightmare, each blow and insult leaving him feeling more helpless and vulnerable than before. The realization that he had been treated like an animal filled him with a mixture of rage and despair, fueling his determination to break free from his captors' grasp.

"It seems like we need to give him more aphrodisiac," one of them remarked grimly, his voice tinged with frustration. "He's still too conscious of what's happening." The suggestion hung heavy in the air, a sinister indication of their intentions to further manipulate and control Dave state of mind.

"Yeah, we need to," another agreed, his voice devoid of empathy as they discussed subjecting Dave to further manipulation. The callousness of their conversation underscored the depth of their depravity, casting a shadow over the room as they prepared to administer more of the potent substance.

"Shank, go give him some pills," the male lead ordered, his voice commanding as he instructed one of his men to administer the aphrodisiac pill to the helpless young man. The air crackled with tension as Shank moved to carry out the order, his expression betraying no hint of remorse or hesitation.

"What the... Don't... I don't want it, don't do... that," his words came out muffled, choked by the force exerted on him as the man attempted to forcibly feed him the pill. Panic surged through him as he struggled against the invasive action, his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears amidst the chaos of the room.

In a desperate attempt to resist, he managed to sink his teeth into the man's hand, eliciting a sharp cry of pain. In retaliation, he received a vicious slap from the man, the force of the blow causing his head to snap to the side. The room fell silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing and the faint echo of his whimper, as the gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air.

"You're trying to prove stubborn, hmm?" the man threatened, his voice dripping with malice. "If you know what's good for you and you don't want me to ruin that beautiful face of yours, stay still and do as we ask." His threat hung in the air like a dark cloud, suffocating the room with tension. In a defiant act, Dave spat on the man's face, a small act of rebellion amidst the overwhelming sense of fear and helplessness.

"I will never do what you want," he spat defiantly, his voice filled with contempt. "I'd rather die than submit to the likes of you, you useless scum." His words cut through the air like a knife, a bold declaration of his unwavering resolve in the face of adversity.

"No, no, no, don't do that," the lady interjected, her voice filled with urgency as she stepped forward to intervene just as the man was about to deliver another slap to Dave. Her sudden interruption momentarily halted the escalating violence, casting a brief reprieve over the tense atmosphere in the room.

"Why bother yourself? Let the drug do its work. By the time it takes effect, you'll be able to use him however you want. Let's see if he'll die before then. Hahaha," she said, her laughter echoing eerily in the dimly lit room. Her callous disregard for Dave's well-being sent a chill down everyone's spine, emphasizing the depth of their depravity.

As Dave raised his head and looked at the lady, confusion clouded his mind. He didn't recognize her; he had never met her before in his life. The question echoed in his thoughts: Why was she doing this to him? The sense of betrayal and bewilderment added another layer of torment to his already dire situation, fueling his determination to uncover the truth behind his inexplicable captivity.

With a chilling tone, she addressed Dave, laying bare the truth behind their sinister intentions. "Should I make things fun for you? Do you know who sent us to do this? It's none other than your beloved soon-to-be boyfriend, Kelvin. He sent us to show you his true colors, to prove that you're no match for him. You should have realized that since the day he leaked that video of you two. Hope you're bracing yourself because tonight, these guys are going to ruin you." Her words hung heavily in the air, punctuated by the cold realization that Kelvin's betrayal ran deeper than Dave had ever imagined.

As the lady's words pierced through the air, Dave's heart sank with disbelief and betrayal. Kelvin was the mastermind behind this heinous act? The revelation struck him like a thunderbolt, shattering any illusions he had about their relationship. Memories of the leaked video flooded his mind, adding insult to injury as he realized the true extent of Kelvin's deceit. With a heavy heart and a mind reeling from shock, Dave braced himself for the ordeal that lay ahead, knowing that tonight, his life would be forever changed by the cruel intentions of those who had once claimed to care for him.

As the effects of the aphrodisiac began to take hold, Dave felt his thoughts become muddled and his body succumb to an overwhelming heat.

Panic clawed at his chest as he grappled with the realization that he was entirely at the mercy of his captors, with no hope of rescue in sight.

The isolation of his predicament weighed heavily on him as he confronted the grim reality that he may never escape from this nightmare. In the depths of his despair, the chilling refrain echoed in his mind: who will come save him? nobody, nobody, nobody will rescue him tonight...