vigorli

Title: Waking Nightmare
Author: Greenleaf
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM
Summary: Strange things are happening to Orlando. At first he thinks it is just a joke of his friends, but things start to get even scarier with time and he painfully experiences, that this weren't jokes.......
Will Viggo be able to help him after his waking nightmare?

*Warnings* Angst, Violence, Rape

Feedback: Yes pleaaaaaaaaaaaase *holds up starving author sign* I live for it
Disclaimer: None of them belongs to me (sadly), nothing of this did really happen
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A/N: Again thanks to all my readers :) and feel free to add me, I like to get to know new people ;)

Chapter Five

Orlando didn’t dare to move. He didn’t have much space to move either. His hands were still bound together and the chain around his neck prevented him from leaving the bed. Jeff was spooned up behind him his arms around Orlando’s waist, holding the young man close. Orlando’s body ached and he didn’t change his position because he was so sore that it would bring back the immeasurable pain. The tears had dried and his cries had slowly changed into whimpers which had died down. He was hoarse. Orlando felt numb. Jeff was sleeping and the young actor dreaded the moment he would wake up again. He didn’t think that he could endure anymore. It appeared that not only his body had been abused but also his soul had been shattered in many pieces. The stars shining within his eyes had faded and only despair lingered in the depths of brown.

He wished that he had never come here. Nothing of that would’ve happened if he had stayed in London, playing theatre as he had originally planed. But there was no turning back.
He was here in New Zealand, lying in bed with the man who had abused him and would have no scruple to do it again. He felt dirty and humiliated, chained to his own bed, a mixture of blood and semen staining his inner thighs.

Orlando wanted to scream, cry out loud to ease the pain inside him but he remained silent, staring into the darkness. The night seemed to last as long as a century.
The darkness did not vanish. Maybe because it lingered deep within himself, tore his soul apart, and darkened his mind. With every passing minute he seemed to die a little bit more. Instead of a beating heart pumping blood and life through his body, there was only a cold lump inside him. All had gone cold, everything around him was lifeless. Orlando’s wrists were sore because the rope was too firm and scraped the skin. Several scratches and bruises covered his body where Jeff’s nails had dug into his skin or he had hit him. The abused entrance of his body was more than just sore but Orlando refused to think about it. In the current state of shock, he did not realize all that had happened to him in the last hours. He was paralyzed. His mouth felt dry but Orlando did not think for one moment about something to drink. Needs like this didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. His world had stopped turning. Silent tears streamed over his cheeks again.

The morning approached slowly, the waxing light fighting the darkness away. Some time ago Orlando had fallen into a troubled sleep. He had been so exhausted, physically and mentally, that sleep overwhelmed him.
But even now his body was tense, obviously how troubled the young man really was. He could not find peace.

Orlando wrinkled his nose when he felt something on his cheek. Sluggishly the memories of what happened returned and his eyes snapped open at once, pure terror visible in them.
Jeff was atop of him once more, gently kissing Orlando’s skin. The Brit’s blood chilled, he was paralyzed again. Fear embraced him, held him tight.

“Good morning sleeping beauty…” Jeff stroked over his cheek and down his throat, resting his hand on Orlando’s shoulder.
“What do you want for breakfast?”

Orlando would’ve laughed if the situation would not have been painfully real. This madman who had stalked him, chained him to his bed, raped him was really asking what he wanted for breakfast.

“Orlando, I’ve asked you something.” A hint of anger was in the gentle voice. Jeff was not a patient person. Orlando remained silent. A smacking sound echoed through the room when Jeff slapped him hard across the face. Orlando’s head snapped to the side. He tasted blood and knew that the slap had split his lip open. Orlando whimpered slightly, tried to jerk away but there was no way he could escape.

“I thought we already had that lesson. When I ask you something you answer! Do you understand that?!” This time Jeff punched the young man under him into the stomach. Orlando gasped for air, restrained a cry of pain and forced himself to nod.

“Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes…” Orlando’s voice was hoarse and sounded odd in his own ears.

“So what do you want?”

“Nothing. Not hungry.” Orlando uttered, gulping hard. He was about to vomit and the thought of food didn’t make it better.

“Alright. Your choice.” Jeff shrugged, kissed Orlando hard on the mouth before he got up and left the room.

Orlando bit his lower lip. A soft sob escaped his lips and he buried his face in the pillow. His thin frame shivered; a narrow film of cold sweat covered his body. He could do nothing other than cry. Cry like a little child, hoping the nightmare would end and someone familiar would embrace him, ease him, and fight the pain and anxiety. Cry because he dreaded what awaited him.

There was no warm embrace, no soothing voice, only the sound of footsteps on the stairs, announcing Jeff’s return. Seconds later the door opened again and Orlando could sense in the way the mattress gave in, that Jeff sat beside him.
He curled up even more under the blanket but he knew that he couldn’t hide. There was nowhere to hide. He would find him, everywhere. He would find him no matter where he was…he had always found him. He was hunting him in this waking nightmare where he was the helpless prey.

“I brought you some flowers, love…red roses. You do like red roses, do you? Do you remember? The first time I sent you flowers it were red roses too.”

The tension in his body became bigger, as he heard the calm voice. This voice seemed to be so nice, so carrying, but he knew, that it could get sharp and harsh at the next second…and this voice belonged to him.
Weary brown eyes were closing. He didn’t want to see anything anymore.

Jeff’s hands were stroking his skin again, tracing the curves of his body.
He rolled the young actor on his back, pinned Orlando’s arms above his head.
“You know I really think you owe me something after you were rebellious this morning, don’t you think so?” Jeff asked with a sly grin. His free hand grabbed Orlando’s hair and yanked his head back.
“Come on cockney whore, I bet you are good at giving blowjobs.”
Orlando squeezed his eyes shut even tighter while his breathing quickened. He pressed his lips together, turning his head to the side. The thought alone let nausea wash over him.

“Tch tch Orlando, Orlando….You are really making a big mistake right now, you know?” Impatience and anger were obvious in Jeff’s voice. He fumbled around with the rope around Orlando’s wrists for some seconds, bound it to the chain so that his arms remained above his head.

“That’s your last chance pretty boy otherwise it will get very painful for you.”
Orlando remained silent. It was already painful, what more could await him? He felt the other body heaving from his and immediately curled up, ignoring the pain in his ass and spine. He shifted slightly, hated the unease of waiting. He heard Jeff rummaging for something. Then there was silence for some seconds. The whip came unexpected. Orlando cried out when a piercing sting shot through his body. The lash had sliced the skin on his flank open and he felt blood trickling out of the wound. With every whip his cries grew louder. He tried to make himself as small as possible, pulling his legs up to his chest but it was pointless.

After ten minutes there was nearly no piece of skin left which wasn’t bruised or covered in blood. Orlando felt light headed because of the blood loss. His body was shaking due the pain and the metallic smell of blood increased the nausea. All he wanted was to drift off into sleep and never awake again. He wanted his life to end because there was no life left by now. The whipping had stopped but he knew that Jeff was not satisfied. This proofed true when the older man was next to him on the bed, flipped Orlando on his stomach, forced his tights apart. The brunette tensed when Jeff’s index finger circled his sore and still slightly bleeding entrance.

“You know, it is a shame you refused to suck me off. Your salvia would’ve been the only lube you get but it seems you are eager to do without, huh? Your tight little ass takes everything. You like it that way, do you? You like to be taken forcefully, the whore you are. I’ve seen how you looked at Mortensen, begged him to fuck you right away. But you are mine and before this day is over you will remember that for all of your life.”

While he spoke he entered the other body with his finger, not heeding the anguish cry of Orlando. Jeff pulled his finger out, just to thrust in again, this time with two fingers. A piercing pain shot through Orlando’s already torn body. Hot tears started to stream down his cheeks again while his vision blurred. Dark spots danced before his eyes as the fingers moved violently inside him. It felt as if everything inside him was ripped open, not only vitreous tears streaming from his eyes but tears of red streaming over his body. When Jeff withdrew his fingers again they were covered in blood. It didn’t seem to bother him. By now his cock was fully erected. The sight of the tormented young man aroused him: the blood, the tears, the sorrow, and the pain. It was a piece of art. He only had to sign this picture; everyone should know which artist had created it.

Jeff didn’t waste any time, entered the hot tightness with one forceful trust accompanied by a moan. It enraged him even more to feel the muscles contract around his erection. Each of his thrusts caused the air to rush out of Orlando’s lungs and he felt like he wasn’t able to breathe anymore.
“S-stop….p-p-please.”
Jeff ignored his pleading and begging to stop and continued to push into the abused body. His hands stroked over Orlando’s skin, not concerned that his nails dug into the already open wounds. After what seemed an eternity Jeff moaned loud when he finally spilled his seed inside Orlando. The brunette was shaking because of pain and disgust. He felt so dirty, vulnerable, humiliated, and helpless. He was sick and his body felt numb. His back ached because of the position he was in. With a satisfied sigh Jeff pulled out of him, falling back into the pillows. His hand grabbed Orlando’s waist and pulled him close, kissing a path from his throat to his shoulder. Jeff was angry, aggressive, and cruel before sex and afterwards he was gentle and carying. It was as if it were two different persons and that fact scared Orlando even more. It confirmed that Jeff was a complete psycho. The actor wanted nothing more than to push the older man away, escape his touches but he was too exhausted, too desperate, and in too much pain. So he allowed Jeff to go on with it, while tears dampened the pillow and blood the sheets.

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Viggo was grumpy when he woke up the next morning. He hadn’t slept well because his thoughts about Orlando had kept him awake. He still hadn’t found an answer for why the young man had not come, at least no satisfying answer. He had no idea how he should behave on set today. Should he ask Orlando why he hadn’t come or should he ignore the young man? Well, none of these options sounded good. Viggo was not the type who was pouting and ignoring people, he always had to sort things out. But this time he was scared because he knew that it would be a hard blow if Orlando would tell him that he wasn’t interested and everything had been just for fun.

His mood was not better when he finally arrived on set. In fact it was even worse. He flung himself into the chair in the trailer, letting the make up artists transform him into Aragorn. His gazed wandered to the empty chair next to him every few minutes. Orlando was always fashionable late, but that late? When he was ready and Orlando still wasn’t there the actor started to worry. But on the other hand, maybe he just wanted to avoid Viggo. So he banished the worry from his mind.

At the end of the day there was no way of ignoring it. Orlando had not shown up on set and he had not answered his cell phone when PJ tried to call him. So they shot the scenes where Legolas was not needed because delaying shooting for one day was not possible.
With each passing hour Viggo’s worry grew. He would not miss a day of filming without a reason, not informing the crew that he was not coming. It really was a thing Orlando usually would not do. Yesterday the young man had not answered his cell phone too. Something was wrong, terrible wrong. Viggo did not bother to change into his normal clothes again and get the make up removed and went straight to Peter’s trailer.

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“Why are you crying?” said a soft voice, as a thumb stroked over his cheek. “There is no need to cry. Everything is fine. I’ll care for you, look after you. You belong to me… You are mine, don’t cry. I’ll give you everything you need and soon you will know that we are meant to be together. Don’t cry… I love you… I need you. He didn’t love you… he didn’t care for you, he never did. You thought he would… you wished him to love you but he didn’t. Are you crying because they are not coming? They don’t care about you, that’s why. Did you really think anyone would miss you? Anyone would care? They don’t. Only me…”
Hands were stroking his skin softly as the words were whispered into the darkness. Was it true? Nobody would come… nobody cared. How long had it been?? He didn’t know, he couldn’t remember. It seemed like ages but it could have been only a day. A muffled sob escaped his lips as the heavy body was suddenly on top of him.

No, not again! Not again! His whole body was so sore, abused, the skin ripped open, and his soul shattered. The whole day Jeff had only left twice to eat something and once to take a shower, the rest of the time he had been with Orlando. He had raped the young man two more times, caressing him afterwards.

Orlando was sure about three things by now:
One: Jeff was obsessed. He had told the actor that he had followed him for a long time and how much he knew from Orlando’s every day life was scary.
Two: Jeff was a maniac. He didn’t even seem to know that he was actually tormenting and raping the young man, everything seemed to be right for him. He just claimed what he thought was his. He thought that he and Orlando were meant to be, that the younger one loved him the same way he loved him. Yes, he actually loved Orlando but he believed that he had to punish him to purify him.
Three: He would not survive this. He would not survive another night and he did not want to survive another night. How could he stand this humiliation and pain any longer?

Yes, Orlando really wanted nothing more than to die. He did not cry anymore. He had been silenced. Sometime the pain and exhaustion had been too much and he had not made another sound since then, except for a low whimper now and then. His eyes seemed dull and weary, giving a slight hint of the shattered soul within the broken body.
Within a few hours his whole world had changed. What once was had faded into a dream he could not remember. He would’ve never thought it possible but to forget was easier than he always thought. It seemed that ‘Orli’ had lived a different life and Orlando was living in a nightmare. He closed his eyes, distanced himself from the things happening to his body, drifting in a dream world where Viggo waited for him and eased the pain.

TBC

Chapter Six - Tension

Viggo was surprised to find nearly the whole fellowship gathered together in Peter’s trailer. The worry visible in his face could be found in the other faces too. Everyone on set liked Orlando and it was obvious that what happened today was not usual.

“I already wondered how long it would take you to come, Viggo.” Peter finally said with a slight smile. The worry in the face of the director did nothing to ease the actor. PJ was a calm person not easily unnerved. Seeing him worried in a way like that for the first time intensified the Dane’s worry even more.

“Yes I….fuck, something is wrong with Orlando I just know it.” He could not think about anything else nor do any kind of small talk right now.

“I know.” Peter sighed. This had to be one of the worst parts….everyone on set knew that there was something special between Orlando and Viggo even if they hadn’t realized it so far.

“I sent someone to his house earlier.” He began slowly. “His car is still there but he didn’t open the door nor did it seem that he was there at all.” He paused and swallowed hard.
“But they saw some other person there. I don’t know who it was but he did not open the door either and seemed as if he tried to…hide.” The director finally finished. Viggo seemed unable to move for some seconds, before he took a deep breath. This was so weird. Nothing of it made sense but gave him a deep feeling of uneasiness.

“So?” he finally managed to ask, realizing that all the other persons in the room seemed busy with either staring at the floor or their hands.

“We…I called the police but they said they can’t do anything before he isn’t missing for at least 24 hours.”

Police. Knowing that the Police was involved gave the whole thing even more painful reality. 24 hours were a long time and god knows what might happen to Orlando meanwhile.

“Viggo…” Liv gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Why don’t we go there ourselves?” He finally managed to say, voice slightly shaking. He could not wait he wanted to know what was up with Orlando! He wanted to look through the house himself, he finally wanted to know what was going on!

“Vig…calm down. We can’t just go there and break into his house. There is nothing we can do anyways, we should leave it to the police.” Liv said.

“Liv is right Viggo.” Elijah agreed.

Anger welled up within the actor when he heard those words. Did Elijah and Liv even care for the slightest part?? Orlando was missing and they just wanted to wait!

“Viggo, please. We all know that this is hard for you, it is for us too. But we have to wait! We might make everything worse if we act without permission.”

Deep within Viggo knew that these words were true but he didn’t want to accept them. God knows what might happen to Orlando in the time they would waste with waiting. He brushed Liv’s hand off harshly, paced around the trailer. Anxiety was radiating from him like heat from the sun.

“Alright.” He finally agreed. It was hard for him to accept but there was nothing he could do. Feeling so helpless was even worse than the incertitude. No one said anything for minutes until Peter finally broke the silence. “Alright, everyone get rid of your make-up, we will meet at my place. I think this will be a long night of waiting.”

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The time passed by slowly. Every minute seemed like an hour and every hour like a day. The hobbits were sprawled across the couch while Sean, Ian and Peter sat in the chairs. Liv had gone to help Fran preparing some food. Viggo was standing a bit aloof, looking out of the window arms crossed over his chest. No one was speaking, everyone lost in his own thoughts, trying to pass the time. Various ideas of what might have happened had crossed Viggo’s mind, each one worse than the one before. He couldn’t sort anything out; there were too many things in his mind. What had happened to Orlando? Was he okay? Had he not come to dinner because someone wouldn’t let him? Even through all the worry he could not help himself but think of what might have been and what still might be. Was there still a chance for the both of them?

With a frustrated sigh he finally turned around. No matter how hard he thought about every possibility, he found no answers. He could not calm down. The darkness outside seemed to reach for him and despite the light and warmth inside the house he felt cold and empty. Viggo wanted to drive over to Orlando’s now, it didn’t matter if he had to break into the house like a thief, he just wanted to know what was going on, if Orlando was there, if there was any evidence of what happened. But all he could do was wait. Wait and think. Not a good combination. With another sigh he dropped himself into one of the chairs in the living room, next to Sean.

“He’ll be fine Viggo.” The British actor murmured, trying to comfort Viggo despite his own worries.

“I wish I could believe that Sean.” The Dane pressed his palms to his eyes, elbows propped on his knees. Yes, he would be glad if he could just believe this words but deep within he just knew that nothing was fine.

“I invited him over for dinner yesterday.” He had no idea why he had just told Sean that. He had spoken before he even realized the meaning of the words. The other actor raised an eyebrow, before a slight smile appeared on his face.

“Thank god. It was really time.” He commented, which caused Viggo to look up confused.

“What?”

“It was time. I mean everyone knew that the two of you so had a crush on the other one. There were already bets how long it would take you to get together.” Sean explained, the smile getting a bit bigger.
Viggo couldn’t help but slightly smile too, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

“He did not come.” His voice sounded somehow monotone. It was obvious that he had been thinking a lot about this fact.

“I called him but he didn’t answer his cell.” He continued without looking at Sean as if speaking to himself, repeating the facts so that he might find the answer he longed for. The Brit’s smile had faded too. All of this was just getting more complicated. Orlando would not turn down Viggo, Sean was sure of that. But why had he not showed up nor answered the phone? He lightly squeezed Viggo’s shoulder, the only kind of comfort he was able to offer in a situation like that.

“We will find him Viggo.”

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Viggo lazily opened his eyes when someone pushed him lightly on the shoulder.
“Hm?” he must have fallen asleep some time ago. It took the actor some time to focus and become conscious of his surroundings again. When he finally did he realized that Peter had woken him while the others still seemed to sleep. It had to be early in the morning.

“I just called the police again and they are driving to his house now see if they find anything. I’ll drive over too and thought you might want come with me.” the director explained in a low voice. No doubt that the others would want to come too if they were awake, but a bunch of people was the last thing the police would need.

“Of course.” Viggo stood up immediately, stroked some strands of hair out of his sight and ignored the dizziness that hit him.

“You want a coffee first?”

“No. I just want….let’s go okay?” Viggo asked. He didn’t think that he could wait any longer and coffee was the most unimportant thing at the moment. The night had been pure torture and he could not endure more waiting.

It seemed that the car ride took an eternity. Viggo was nervously looking out of the window, sitting in the passenger seat. Finally Orlando’s house came into view. Everything seemed normal, only the police car parked in front of the building disturbed the peaceful picture. Viggo didn’t realize that his hands were shaking when he opened the door and stepped out of the car. His stomach seemed to jump and he felt sick. He was not able to think clearly anymore, his knees were slightly shaking too and he had the feeling as if they might give in any second. Without thinking about it he followed Peter who went over to the policeman. The actor did not hear a single word of what they said; his eyes were fixed on the house. They had already opened the door, obviously searching for anything useful inside. It took all his strength to stay here instead of running straight into the building.

“We are searching inside now for any sign of where Mister Bloom might be. When was the last time you saw him?”

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Orlando felt so sick. Jeff had forced him to eat something this morning and the urge to vomit was overwhelming. Despite everything he had thought he was still alive and had survived another night in his waking nightmare. By now his body was not only sore and ached; it felt shattered as if every bone was broken. It was not his body anymore. It was a cold wrapping preventing his soul from fading away. His eyes were open but he did not sense anything around him. Orlando didn’t want to close them because he felt even more vulnerable then – if that was even possible. Jeff had already used him like a doll, he had done everything he wanted with him and the Brit had no chance to defend himself. He did not feel dirty now, he was dirty. Dried blood covered his body. He was still shivering because he felt so cold and at the same time sweat coated his body. He had given up every resistance and Jeff had freed his hands when he realized that. It took away a bit of the pain and tension but the part that stayed was far bigger, so it didn’t matter at all. The only thing he could do with his hands freed was to clutch the blanket tighter. Orlando didn’t take notice of Jeff entering the room again. It had become kind of normal. Jeff was always there. But this time the man seemed worried about something, dressed hastily.

“I fear I have to leave you for some time love…” he kissed Orlando in the same possessive way as always.

“But I will come back to you, be sure of that. You belong to me, you are mine.” Orlando watched him leaving, not wondering the slightest. That Jeff was gone would only mean a break for him, a break from the rapes and the beating, the insane games Jeff liked to play with him. He shuddered only at the very thought of it, of the sick things Jeff had come up with last night. Orlando fought to get the memory out of his mind. Jeff was not here now. Finally he allowed himself to close his eyes.

Orlando didn’t notice the noise from downstairs; he didn’t care about it. Maybe Jeff was rummaging through his stuff; that would be nothing new. The actor snuggled closer to the blanket. The pillow, the blanket, and the sheet were stained with his own blood and Jeff’s semen. It disgusted Orlando but the blanket was the only thing to keep his broken body at least a little warm. Most of the time he tried to distance himself from everything that was happening just to keep a little bit of his sanity. When he heard someone coming up the stairs again the brunette blinked uncomfortably. Jeff had told him that he was away for some time. Had he forgotten something or was it another game of his? He stared at the door, the already familiar feeling of agony creeping up in him, laming his muscles.

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The young policeman named Jack picked up the cell phone which lay in the hallway. To be completely honest: he was bored. Missing persons were not exciting and he doubted that this person was missing. After all he was an actor and most of them seemed a bit crazy anyways. He would not be surprised if the young man was somewhere having fun not thinking of the consequences. Maybe he’d met a girl and was just having a great time with her. The young man shrugged and put the cell phone on the cabinet. Like he had expected nothing seemed obtrusive. The only thing he noted was that the door leading to the deck was open. But he didn’t pay attention to it and went up the stairs instead. His colleagues were looking through the stuff downstairs anyways. All the doors upstairs were closed and he randomly opened them to check the rooms. It would be exaggerated to say that the rooms were neat; the person living here was obviously chaotic but none of them looked that messed up that you would suggest someone had been rummaging through the stuff. It didn’t seem that something had been stolen either. Jack’s sullenness grew. Just as he had thought: an arrogant actor having some fun elsewhere. None of his things were gone nor did something appear strange so it had to be that way. With a sigh he opened the last door, only quickly glanced in. He was about to close the door again, when something caught his attention. He could not prevent a gasp.

“Murray?! Jesper?! Come up here please!” he finally managed to yell downstairs. He himself slowly entered the room, careful as if he was afraid that a monster hid in the corner and would jump at him every second.

“Hey…” he tried to sound calm, not to show plainly how unsure and uncomfortable he felt. Brown eyes anxiously peaked over a blanket, the rest of the body hidden. The only thing the policeman could see clearly was the chain around the man’s neck and that his face was partly stained with blood. He had curled up into a ball, seemed to try to bring as much distance between him and Jack as possible. Behind him he heard his two colleagues arrive. He turned around, indicating them to be careful.

“Bring up a blanket and tell the chief that we have found him.” He murmured, not wanting to disturb the man in the bed any further. Murray and Jesper tried to get a better look at the person into the room but nodded and turned around again after Jack had glanced at them warningly. He himself approached the bed slowly, eyes fixed on the young man.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me. I…I am from the police and we are here to help you.” He had never been in such a situation before and had no clue how to react.

“I’ll….I’ll take that off, alright?” Jack asked, gesticulated in direction of the chain. The young man seemed scared none the less, trying to hide under the blanket, curling up even more. The brown eyes were wide in fear and fixed on the policeman.

After having a closer look Jack realized that the chain was fastened on a leather necklace around the man’s neck. It was closed with a lock. Jack decided that there was no time to fumble around with the lock and instead took a penknife out of his pocket, reached for the necklace to cut it open. The brown haired man flinched and tensed even more when the policeman touched him. Tears welled up in his eyes.

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Orlando had stared at the door for minutes. He heard someone opening all the doors on the upper floor. What was Jeff up to now? He held his breath when the door finally opened. But the person there was not Jeff! Instinctively Orlando pulled the blanket up even higher while his body seemed frozen. Who was that person? Two other men appeared behind him. The Brit could not understand what they spoke but the two went downstairs again.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me. I…I am from the police and we are here to help you.”

Orlando felt despair washing over him. He should be relieved that they had found him but all he felt was incredible shame and humiliation. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this. Panic kicked in. He didn’t want anybody to know what happened and he had never really thought about escaping this nightmare. When the stranger touched his neck, cut the necklace off with a knife he tensed even more and a low whimper escaped his lips. Orlando squeezes his eyes shut. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. For once he was not crying because of pain but crying because he was afraid of the future. Afraid of what people would say, afraid how he should go on. He could not have a normal life again. Orlando could already see the disgust in the eyes of his friends before they would turn away from him. No one wanted a dirty whore. He started to shake, jerked away from the hands of the policeman, and clutched the blanket tighter.

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Peter was still talking with the chief, but Viggo’s attention was caught by two policemen hurrying out of the house.

“Sir! Sir! We’ve found him!”

TBC