Dustin had told Antony no. He didnâ€™t like him. he didnâ€™t like him kissing him. He wasnâ€™t gay. That was a big one. He was not gay. He was not attracted to or even curious in men. He was strictly straight. Heterosexual. He hummed a bit trying to calm his nerves. He had a feeling of dread. His mind might be like a kids but he was aware of things. This feeling of dread was one thing he was very aware of. He didnâ€™t know why he had a feeling of dread. All he knew was it was there. That it was strong. He moved the omelet around a bit so it was more centered. He hadnâ€™t realized he had done anything wrong. All he did was say he was being an evil brute. Oh and tell him no. It was in his rights to tell him no.<br/><br/>His body tense as he felt someone behind him. He felt big arms wrap around him and before he could move they engulfed him. His own arms clamped down to his sides. â€œIPE!â€ He yelped out in surprise. Instantly he began squirming and struggling. His body rubbing against the man behind him. â€œLet go! Let go! Let me go! Let me go!â€ He cried out. Not that the sounds in the kitchen would carry. It was the room in the house that was slightly sound proof. Not completely but enough that Dustinâ€™s softer voice wouldnâ€™t really carry. Anyone who heard it probably would think he was just singing while he cooked.<br/><br/>He trembled as the male held him hostage. His eyes going a bit wide at the words. â€œI am not a little ass. You are an ass! I am not the one holding you hostage.â€ He pointed out. â€œI am not a bitch!â€ He cried out. His voice shaky. The tone child like but at the same time his mind knew what was being said. He squirmed and struggled. Wriggling around as he tried to escape. â€œLemme go! Lemme go! AH!â€ He cried out loudly in pain as his long hair was grabbed tightly. Whimpering as his hair was used to reveal his neck. He struggled harder. His eyes filled with fear. â€œNo. No. No. No. Let go. Let go. Please let go.â€ he said in a childlike yet fearful way. Letting out a yell of pain when the fangs very roughly bit into his neck. Tears trailing down his cheeks. He let out an adorable pained whine as he tried to move but his arms were still mostly pinned to his side.<br/><br/>He felt the man sucking out his warm...somehow sweet, filled with sorrow and a dash of darkness blood into his mouth. Whimpering as his neck hurt. He squirmed and tried to pull away. Unlike when Marina had held him hostage...this man was far too strong for him to escape him as he had her. â€œWho....who are you?!â€ He cried out. His blood had an addicting and almost intoxicating type of taste. He felt his wound seal over. He was certain from the reflection in the silver bar above the sink that there was no sign it had even happened. He struggled. Trying to escape. â€œLemme go. Lemme go.â€ He said with a childlike fear.<br/><br/>His eyes went wide as the manâ€™s hand moved around him and down to his groin. He let out a fearful whimper. He felt a hand slip into his pants. His eyes were horrified and he let out a cry of protest. â€œAh! Ah! No! No! Donâ€™t...donâ€™t do...that.â€ He said in protest. It had been a long time since he had been touched like that. His inner child which he was right now still remembered the way his first love interest had touched him like that. He only had sex once and his body was quite unexperienced otherwise. THey touched each other and things but never really had penetration sex except once. â€œnooooo....â€ he said protestantly.<br/><br/>He trembled as his body reacted quite quickly. This a very clear indication that Dustin was quite sexually inexperienced. He whimpered in protest. Trembling as he tried to pull away from the hand massaging him. â€œNo. No. Bad touches. Bad touchs.â€ he protested like the child his mind currently was. â€œBad touches. Stop. Stop.â€ he said in a fearful pleading voice.<br/><br/>Tears rimming his eyes. He whimpered fearfully. The older male was scaring him. Scaring him badly. His eyes wide as the man spoke. Going upstairs and give the man what he wanted? What did he want from him. â€œWha...what do you mean wha...what you want?â€ He stammered out in fear. â€œDidnâ€™t you just eat?â€ He asked. Meaning when he bit him and drank from him. He was certain that was technically how vampires ate. The kid him didnâ€™t quite realize vampires could eat food too. Letting out a whine of pain at the pulling of his hair by the manâ€™s tight hold on his hair. â€œI donâ€™t  want to give you anything. I want you to leave me alone. Leave me alone please.â€ He said in a begging but serious voice.<br/><br/>His eyes lost a couple of the tears rimming his eyes. The manâ€™s arm going down his chest and into his pants kept him unable to escape. Along with the fact the man had ahold of a very sensitive part of his anatomy. â€œYou would hurt Reni Ren if I donâ€™t...donâ€™t go upstairs with you?â€ He asked in a horrified voice. He bit his lower lip and whimpered like a child. His mind essentially was a child right now. The shadows began to vine and dance but otherwise didnâ€™t make any movement. â€œNot my Reni Ren...â€ He said with a sniffle. Screaming in terror and pain when the heavy strong hand smacked him across the face. He started crying. Trembling hard. â€œYes. Yes. Understand. Understand. Not a bitch though. Iâ€™m not. Iâ€™m not a bitch. Iâ€™m a boy for one.â€ He said. Whimpering and cowered because he had been slapped. He felt a stinging print on his face but it wouldnâ€™t bruise for awhile. The man would probably cause the bruise to not ever show either.<br/><br/>â€œWhy wonâ€™t you just leave me alone?â€ He asked in a terrified whimper. Cowering as he didnâ€™t want to be hit. â€œLet my privates go please. Please...â€ He said. Not wanting the man to make him react anymore. He didnâ€™t want to. He flipped the omelet cuz he was able to move one arm now. He was afraid to not listen. When it was cooked he put it on a plate. He would just not eat. He had made an omelet for Reni. â€œTh-there is y-your omelet.â€ He got out in a fearful meek and timid voice. He really wasnâ€™t that strong. He was stronger than he knew but he had been made meek and timid by his parents. Some parts of him he couldnâ€™t close off...that was one of them. He hope the man let him go. If he let him go and went to eat he was going to run. He was going to try to escape him and make it to the far end of the castle they were in and up to Reniâ€™s room. He was human and had to hope he could do it.<br/><br/>Deep down he knew he wouldnâ€™t get that far. He knew the vampire male was twice as fast as Marina and at least twice as dangerous.