The only one not blindfolded sought the source of the voice. His eyes had no whites to be seen, irises barely a thing ring of purple around the empty black of his pupils. The light from overhead hampered his vision severely.<br/><br/>The small bleeding male flinched at the sound of the voice. He tried to move but was filled with pain and regret as a sound of mingled emotions escaped him. Under the blood and tears that streaked his smooth face he was quite flushed. Despite all the pain his meager manhood stood erect, his thighs wet from arousal. A new kind of fear and terror was taking hold of him, this wasn't his usual abductor. A scent was slowly over taking the rankness around the trio, a bittersweet smell akin to coffee and pastries.<br/><br/>Still unconscious the third male was unaware of the sense of impending doom.