Freak Show

Teleportation was not as fun as Mikey originally thought it was. True, it could be the overwhelming factor of holy-shit-a-murderer-is-kidnapping-me but he honestly wasn't sure.
He found himself in a kind of small, shiny black chair. Since his eyes had been squeezed shut when he and Sarah teleported, he warily opened them and looked around. Shadows seemed to surround him. He noticed his hands were strapped to the arms of the chair. He assumed his ankles were in the same position, as when he tried to move his legs, they were met with tight straps instead. Beads of sweat were trickling down his forehead and he was panting despite not doing much. He was about to shout for help when he saw something from the corner of his eye. Sarah; he suspected. His suspicion was confirmed as Sarah walked in front of him. She leaned in closer to him until she was only a centimetre away from his nose.
"I think you'd look better without your glasses, love." She murmured, slipping Mikey's glasses off. She never broke eye contact with him, even when he grunted a bit at her fingernail scratching the side of his head. She placed his glasses on a table nearby, before turning back to Mikey.
"I can't see much." He mumbled, more to himself than to her. She chuckled to herself before beckoning someone over.
"Taylor, get the blindfold. Oh, and maybe a cloth or two." She muttered into the man's ear. He nodded and walked back into the darkness. She noticed Mikey's slightly disturbed expression change to horrified as she stepped closer to him. She stared at his hazel eyes, practically mesmerized by them (kind of odd, for a practitioner of black magic). He kept his gaze aimed at the floor, his breathing hitched and ragged. Sarah tried to pick his face up with her hand, but he flinched at her touch and groaned for a moment. Sarah ran her hand down his jawline; god, what a jawline indeed. For all the acts Sarah had seen get put into the show, she knew there was something different about this new one. Whether it was his potential, or some other thing, Mikey would certainly be different than the rest.
"You hungry?" Sarah asked, a hint of concern actually in her voice. Mikey shook his head.
"What do you want with me?" He asked in a small, child-like voice. Sarah smirked a bit before cupping his face in her hands. His breathing stopped momentarily as Sarah looked him dead in the eye.
"You see, that show you just got drafted into? Yeah, they're all a bunch of lying, sadistic, evil motherfuckers. I tried to get my message across, but no one listened because of what Hayley said." She explained, spitting out her former friend's name. She let go of Mikey's face. "She called me a bitch, a whore, a slut, and a crap-ton else. Everyone thought she was little-miss-innocent, but I knew the truth. I had to get rid of her. So, I did. And what did I get? Tossed out on my ass, and dumped by my boyfriend, that's what I got."
The man from before silently approached Sarah. She turned around, as if simply sensing his presence. She picked up the deep purple blindfold from the table.
"You seem pretty goth, y'know." Mikey muttered. Sarah rolled her eyes before walking behind Mikey.
"Don't move your head." She said. To Mikey's own surprise, his head remained up as his wide eyes looked around. The blindfold was put over his eyes and now, he was in pitch blackness. "Now, the fun begins."
Mikey's head cocked up. He realised it was probably useless to say anything, but held out hope.
"W-What do y-y-you mean-n?" He shakily asked. The silence in the room started to gnaw at his brain, like a squirrel munching on an acorn. He felt Sarah's hand run down his face and slowly make its way down onto his chest. His breathing became rushed as he felt her hand slowly go lower until her wrist was touching his pants. She held it there for a moment before pulling it away. She strutted over to Mikey and leaned in closer to him once again.
"You're mine to control now, Mikey." Her lips collided with his in a matter of seconds. He tried to turn his head away, but with black magic, she'd turn it back within moments. Mikey could feel tears form in his eyes as Sarah moved her hands down his arms. Mikey attempted to keep his lips shut but soon found himself making out with Sarah like no one's business. He felt the belts around his wrists being undone as the sudden urge to punch Sarah overtook his senses. He tried to move his hands but found them instead drifting to Sarah's hair. His hands were soon lost in the flurry of raven hair until Sarah pulled away and undid the ankle straps.
"Get up." She ordered. Mikey did so, despite not wanting to. He took roughly five steps to the right before getting shoved into the wall. Sarah held his hands against the wall as tightly as she could, not ceasing to press her lips onto Mikey's. Mikey soon dissolved into tears and choked sobs as Sarah ran her hand against his chest again. She smirked before slapping Mikey, hard. He fell to the ground with a thud. She laughed as he cried out. Sarah grabbed a dark blue cloth from the table and shoved it into his mouth.
"Shame I can't kiss you now. I'll have to settle for something else, then." She whispered. Mikey shuddered as her breath came into contact with his neck. He felt Sarah lift his shirt over his head and he cried out into the cloth. She chuckled mockingly before kissing Mikey's neck seductively. She left more than one mark on his neck and was determined to leave many more. She listened to his rapid heart rate and grinned. She stared at his legs momentarily before leaning over to Mikey's face again.
"Want me to go any lower?" Mikey moaned through the cloth and shook his head wildly. Sarah cackled, making Mikey flinch.
"Too bad, I'm in a playful mood today."
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Mikey lay on the ground motionless. The only sound to be heard were his occasional sobs. He felt used, if anything. Like a Barbie doll parents get their kid only to throw it away when the kid doesn't find it appealing anymore. Sarah used him to find pleasure, most likely smiling whenever he screamed through the cloth that used to be shoved in his mouth. He stared at his boney hands in front of him, his fingers twitching once or twice. The blindfold was also just a few inches away from them. The room was colder than Mikey remembered, then again, he wasn't wearing neither his shirt nor pants quite properly. He's barely slithered into the latter and hadn't bothered to put on the other. He saw his ribs poke through his chest, along with the purplish-blue marks and brusies, thinking about how much Gerard or his mom would've complained about him not eating much. The sound of footsteps pierced through Mikey's thoughts. Sarah was sashaying towards him, swaying her hips tauntingly at him. She knelt down to get a good look at his face.
"Have a good time, love? I know I did." She cooed, running a hand down his cheek. Mikey flinched and cried out. She laughed again.
"Put on your shirt. I'm putting you back on that shitty-ass show." Her tone suddenly changed from taunting to pure anger. The man from earlier - Taylor, or something - scooped Mikey up into his arms once he'd put his shirt on properly.
"I'm so sorry..." He mumbled to Mikey, who found himself drifting in and out of conscience. After teleporting onto the train, Sarah realised the others were still back on the tent. She silently thanked her black magic and ordered Taylor to lay Mikey on the ground in Alicia's room. Sarah grabbed a paper and scribbled a not for Alicia. She gently placed Mikey's glasses and the note next to his pale form before teleporting away. Mikey took his cue and almost instantly passed out.
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Practice was over. Everyone was gloomily walking back to their bunks, still upset over the incident. Alicia had spent the last ten minutes bawling her eyes out. Lindsey and Ryan had offered to stay with her for a short while. Alicia pushed the door open and brought her palms to her mouth. Mikey was there, sprawled out in the corner of her room, with his glasses and a note placed in front of him. Ryan quickly grabbed his glasses and put them onto the night stand before kneeling down next to Lindsey and Alicia, who were reading the letter. The horrified and disgusted expressions on their faces told him everything he could have wanted to know, but he grabbed and read the letter anyway.
Dear Ali,
thanks for lending me your little boy toy! he and i had tons of fun together. he'll probably be a little roughed up, y'know, but he'll be up and ready by tomorrow. but, he's not the point.
i know where you're going to convince bren to cancel your act 2nite. so, meet me at times square at 7. we'll have a nice chat for our futures, don'tcha think?
xoxo
s.
The steady rise and fall of Mikey's chest proved he was alive, while a distressed look made its way onto its face despite him sleeping. Lindsey and Alicia carried him to her bed and laid him down, holding him as if he would break if they didn't carry him right. Alicia assured Lindsey and Ryan she'd do her best to take care of him, trying to convince herself. Now, the only sounds in the room were Alicia's occasional muffled sobs, or Mikey's whimpers in his slumber.

Notes

ahhah i'm so sorry.