Shattered Darkness

Shattered Darkness

A/N: This is just a prologue, more to come soon. Enjoy! 

Here are the warnings, which apply to the whole story in general (I couldn't fit them all in the summary): Abuse, Alcohol, Anal, Angst, Attempted Suicide, BDSM, Bondage, Child Abuse, Crossdressing, Domination/Submission, Drugs, Dubious Consent, Ephebophilia, Exhibitionism, Fetish, Fingering, Handjob, Humiliation, Kidnapping, M/M, Masturbation, Minor Original Character, Non-Consentual, Oral, Other, Past Sexual Abuse, Spanking, PWP, Rape, Romance, Rimming, S&M, Self-Harm, Sexual Harassment, Slavery, Spanking, Somnophilia, Torture, Toys, Violence, Voyuerism, Work in Progress.

Kurt had no idea what was happening when he first woke up. His mind had been slow to react, and his body felt so heavy that he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. 

What was going on? Why couldn't he move? He wasn't entirely sure. 

He could remember what happened or why he felt like this. Thinking made his head ache terribly. His mouth was dry and an almost painful wave of nausea rolled through his stomach. He felt really sick. 

He didn't know what was going on, all he knew was that it was very bad...

Kurt had been walking home from school, feeling a little more down than usual because Rachel had been picked for lead soloist in Glee club that afternoon, just like she always was. 

The discouragement hadn't lasted long, however, because he felt something was...off. 

The air seemed colder than it should have for early September. The brunette boy abruptly stopped as an overwhelming sense of dread filled him, and he suddenly wanted to turn around and run back to the school. 

Shrugging it off as just nerves - being chased by bullies frequently enough would do that to you - he shook his head and continued walking. 

Still, something made him pick up the pace, and glance over his shoulder every few seconds, though he was sure it was just paranoia on his part. 

After a couple minutes of walking and nothing happened, he allowed his shoulders to relax, as his guard was lowered slightly. 

That was a mistake. 

As he passed a narrow alley between two old buildings, a pale arm suddenly shot out and grabbed him around the waist, jerking him backwards into the shadows. 

He had no time to scream, because a cold hand clamped down over his mouth, keeping him silent. His attacker was strong, and didn't even flinch when he bit down on the fingers as hard as he could manage, drawing blood. 

He tried to struggle and free himself, but whoever was holding him so tightly didn't even loosen their grip a little bit. 

Pain shot through his scalp when someone else grabbed his hair without warning, jerking his head to the side and exposing his long, pale neck. His eyes widened even more when he felt a sharp pinch. 

A needle. 

"Someone help!" His mind screamed out, but he could only manage a muffled whimper. 

Fear overwhelmed him as he realized there was no way these people were the jocks that bullied him at school. 

What had they just given him? 

It didn't matter. 

Kurt kept struggling against the hands and arms holding him. They wouldn't let go, they seemed to be waiting for something...

A few minutes passed by as he tried hopelessly to make them let go, but he found his movements getting slower, he felt tired. A cloudy haze settled over his brain. Far too late, he realized what was happening. 

Darkness overcame him as he slipped into unconsciousness...