Robert winced as he slowly opened his eyes, waiting for them to adjust.
His gaze shifted to take in his surroundings as best he could. From the looks of it, he had no clue where he was.
That wasn't the issue, though.
His ankles were tied to the chair legs, and his hands bound behind his back uncomfortably. He didn't even want to know how this had happened. He was too preoccupied.
Aaron was sat next to him, equally as restricted. The only difference was that the shorter male was sporting a black piece of cloth over his eyes, rendering him more-or-less blind.
He could see Aaron jolting his wrists back and fourth as a poor attempt of escape, chewing his lip in concentration.
"Don't do that… you'll hurt yourself…" Robert grimaced at the hoarseness of his voice.
The raven's breath suddenly hitched as he snapped his head in Robert's direction. "R-Robert? I can't see, what's-what's going on?"
"I don't know." He didn't mean to sound so blunt. "We're just in chairs. I don't know where we are, though."
Aaron let out a frustrated grunt as he thrashed his arms again. "How the hell did this happen…?!"
"Beats me." Robert shrugged.
"You know, for someone who is known for getting out of shitty situations, you're really not living up to that."
"You're blind, idiot." He muttered. "Besides, I can't just whip out my phone. It's…" He closed his eyes in irritation upon realisation. His phone, along with presumably Aaron's, was sat on the third chair. Despite it being opposite them, Robert had failed to notice it's existence until now.
No one was in the chair. Only the phones.
It concerned him slightly.
"Really? Hadn't realised." Trust Aaron to snap back with a sarcastic remark.
Nonetheless, he did make him laugh reluctantly. "This isn't really the best time to be cracking jokes."
"I can't flipping see, Robert. At least let me humour myself."
The blond rolled his eyes. Inwardly he was somewhat glad Aaron was blindfolded. Not because it was kind of hot… not really anyways… but mainly because he knew that he would have the advantage. Aaron was stubborn and wreckless, he would most likely just get overly angry.
"Fine. Just… Just don't panic–"
"That's pretty damn hard when we're tied up."
"Stop, then. We need to think about this logically–" He cut himself off suddenly, flinching at the noise.
Robert pursed his lips as his eyes darted over to the only door, stare narrowing as the door handle rattled slightly. He heard a soft gasp escape Aaron's lips as he listened as well, finally deciding to pipe down.
It wasn't long before the rattling stopped.
But then the door opened.
The blond winced at the sudden ray of light flooding into the previously darkened room. At least he could now have a vague guess at the time of day. Now all he had to do was identify the asshole who was keeping them captive.
The door was closed quickly, however, so he didn't get a good look at them.
He squinted as the sound of footsteps grew nearer and nearer, not it mention the short, low laugh to match.
It was extremely unsettling.
Nonetheless, he kept his mouth shut. He couldn't risk stirring anymore issues.
But then it dawned upon him.
The stranger dropped their phones carelessly on the ground, to which Aaron flinched at, and sat down slowly in the remaining chair. He folded his arms over his chest, shaking his head with disapproval.
Robert had picked up on the shakiness of his boyfriend's sharp breaths.
Aaron was clearly panicking.
Hell, Robert was panicking as well.
His eyes flickered wearily over the man, licking his dry lips anxiously.
This had to be a joke.
This couldn't be real.
"…R-Robert? Rob? Don't go quiet on me…" Aaron uttered inaudibly under his breath.
Robert swallowed thickly, grimacing when their attacker grinned in amusement. "I-It's okay. Don't worry yourself." He hated how confident he sounded.
He couldn't tell him the truth.
He couldn't tell him that his rapist father was sat in front of them.