Garden of Eden - 1/? (*slash*)
TITLE: GARDEN OF EDEN
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash/Het, m/m, m/f/m, rape, mild bondage, lots of anguish, hints of religion (if this
offends you, don't read). This was inspired by Anne Rice's "Exit to Eden." I know that story is
nothing like this, but it inspired me to write this. This is my feeble attempt to show the darker
side of human nature, and is not like my other fics.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know the characters true
sexuality, this is just fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Darkflame and Kriket, others please ask first.
SUMMARY: A flower is planted in the Garden of Eden, but will he bloom or wither? Lame, I
know. It'll make sense later on.
This part is a teaser. Let me know what you think.
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Chapter I
"The Picking of the Flowers"
The doors burst open as two men carried the semi-conscious young man into the brightly lit
room. They carried him to the single bed in the center of the room, which was the only piece of
furniture in the entire room and dropped him on it. The larger of the two men rolled the helpless
man onto his back and proceeded to pull a syringe out of his jacket pocket. He slowly injected the
clear liquid sedative into his helpless victim's vein, while his partner watched in amusement.
Chris had been an easy target for them. One minute the attractive, blond-haired male was
walking to his car, the next, he was being sedated and prepared for the long journey ahead of him.
He was headed for the Garden of Eden. The beginning or end of his life, depending on how you
looked at it.
The prick of the needle had aroused Chris from his forced slumber and he moaned as he tried to
open his eyes, immediately shutting them tightly as the brightness of the room flooded his vision.
His hands reached for his throbbing head as nausea threatened to overwhelm him.
He gasped in surprise as his arms were grabbed and suddenly pinned to the bed beside of him by
his unknown attackers. He could feel the leather straps as they were wrapped around his wrists
securing him to the bed.
"No," he moaned in a weak protest as he tried to pull his hands free.
"Make sure he is strapped down good," a low, deep, very authoritative voice growled.
Chris shivered as he heard the heavy footsteps of the man who had spoken as he approached.
Who was he? Why was he doing this to him?
He felt the men lift his pants legs and wrap the leather straps around his ankles. Once he was
securely strapped down, the hands didn't leave him. Instead, they started removing his clothes.
"Stop!" Chris whimpered as he squirmed and thrashed weakly on the bed as he felt his shoes
being removed. He started to panic as he heard the faint sound of scissors as they began to cut his
pants away from his trembling body. He jumped when he felt the coldness of the scissors close to
his inner thigh.
"Careful!" The male in charge growled in warning. "He's on his way to Eden."
Chris frowned. Eden. What was Eden? He tried to open his mouth, but a large finger pressed
against his lips silencing him.
"Sleep, my precious flower," the gruff male whispered in Chris' ear as he caressed his cheek
almost affectionately.
Chris wanted to protest further, but it was difficult to think coherently. A shiver ran down Chris'
spine as he felt the overwhelming powerful presence of the other man as he leaned down and
placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Eden?
Flower?
~TBC~
