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Title: Life worth living
Author: obvmluver
Type: RPS
Pairing: Orlando/Cody
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is pure fiction
Summary: I suck at them so please read on and find out.
Warnings: AU, Violence, Rape
Author's notes: This just came to my mind. No mind map before this. Nothing. I hope you'll read this and tell me how the story is...

Ta-daa! The third chapter...

Viggo opened his eyes. The day was new and he felt relaxed after a long flight. But the peace he felt was interrupted by the beautiful pair of brown eyes. As a detective he was interested in this creature and wanted to know more. Sitting up Viggo wondered if he still was in that cage or had he been too tired to think straight and imagined it all. He had to find out. ‘I can check him out on my way to the town soon.’ Viggo thought. He stood up, put a pair of sweat pants on and stretching his body walked to the bathroom. As Mahathir had showed him his bungalow and carried his backpack inside he had been too exhausted to give the apartment a look.

After a while he flushed the toilet and washed his hands. Stepping out he met a spacious living room area with a view to the jungle. Yards away outside you could see a glimpse of turquoise sea. The furnishing and the whole décor was ivory white, very expensive looking. Viggo heard noises from the door and he opened it to see Mahathir bringing his suitcase like he had said last night. “Good, morning, sir. I brought your suitcase.” “Good morning, Mahathir, and thank you for delivering it. Hold on just one sec…” With that Viggo disappeared back inside and straight to his wallet. Returning he gave the boy a generous tip. “Thank you, sir. You are very kind.” Mahathir turned away and was about to leave when Viggo spoke again. “Mahathir, would you help me with something?” “Is there a problem, sir?” “No, nothing like that.” Viggo smiled. “I was hoping you would tell me more about that man in the cage…” “I’m not allowed to speak about him.” “What would you say if I gave you more money in exchange of the information?” Mahathir looked at Viggo and then nodded slowly. “Okay…” Viggo asked the boy in.

“Sit down, please. Would you like something to drink, Mahathir? Tea maybe? I’m about to make some.” Mahathir nodded as he sat down onto the couch. Viggo gave him a smile and disappeared into the kitchen. The boy listened to the whistling floating from the kitchen. Soon Viggo walked back and put down a tray. Serving tea Viggo coughed and said: “Now you can tell me all you know.”

Mahathir, being a little afraid of the whole situation, took a couple of sips before he began.

“That man in the cage is Orlando. He came here two years ago with another man…” “Another man?” “Yes, I remember seeing them kissing on the beach. The man Orlando was with was Cody Burrell, he is the step-son of that man, Brian Burrell, who is the head of this town, who has created this resort. Orlando and Cody seemed very happy together. I was their guide two years ago. So of course I was near them all the time, even at night. Mr. Burrell had arranged a barbeque party for the rich people as guests here one night, a few days later. Naturally Orlando was invited whether he was rich or not. Just because he was with Cody. I was there serving drinks that night and I can say Cody ordered many drinks, some of them very strong. He was drunk by midnight but Orlando instead looked distressed. He didn’t want to drink too much and most of the night he wanted plain Coca-Cola. Cody started to call him names and yell at him. A minute later I saw Orlando running away and disappearing into the night.

Then at the party Cody himself met a young guy, long blong hair tied in a ponytail. They got along well for both of them were very much drunk. They talked for an hour or so, kissing each other and groping. Being not able to keep their hands off of each other they went upstairs. I don’t quite know what happened up there. But after a while Cody came back down and he was furious. Glancing through the window he saw Orlando returning – with a guy. I saw them too. They were laughing and acting like they were best friends, inseparable. The other gave Orlando a kiss goodnight on his cheek and left.
What Cody saw now made something snap in his head. He stormed out and yell at Orlando and then hit him.

The next day I saw Cody he was alone. I kindly tried asking him where Orlando was and instead of an answer Cody almost strangled me. A few days later I found out Orlando was captured, thrown to a cage and left there. I assume Orlando had done something wrong to deserve that...”

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*2003

Cody paced in his bungalow. He was jealous of Orlando finding that young and good-looking guy to have time with. “What did you do with him? Answer me!” He screamed. “Nothing, I swear…” Orlando said faintly. “I don’t believe you!”

Orlando’s head flew to the side as another punch stung his cheek. His nose bled and he was weak.
At the wee hours he was raped by his boyfriend.
Cody had become cold and violent in a matter of hours. He left his Orlando naked to the bed bleeding and crying, calling for someone to come and save him. But no one came that night. Orlando was there alone slowly drifting off to darkness, losing his will to carry on. Nothing would matter anymore if he woke up the next day. Nothing. At all.