Shoplifting

burlap blanket

As the masked man drove them through dark twisting streets, the boy in the back sat in a state of numbness. His brain wasn't yet processing all of the things that had just happened, and the only emotion he seemed to feel was relief that he could breath in air untainted by the scent of mold present in the burlap sack.

He wasn't sure what the man was going to do to him, but he suspected that killing him was at the top of his list. He didn't have the energy to think about it too deeply though, as all of his strength had been used up from struggling in the sack and screaming so much. His eyelids began to feel heavy and his body started to go limp against the seat cushions.

Meanwhile, Dream's brain was going 1,000 miles an hour. He was internally debating all the different ways he could handle this situation. One option was hacking into his phone and calling his parents for the ransom, then letting him go (this was his original plan), the second option was that he could kill him (but what good would that do anyone?), and third was that he could keep him.

The last one popped into his mind on a whim, but for a split second it didn't seem like such a terrible idea. The boy was just so nice to look at.

But he was horribly annoying.

And Dream only cared about money, that was the sensible thing.

So he decided he would get the ransom and let him go, just like he did all of the past times. He felt slightly better now that he had a solid plan and glanced into the rear view mirror to see his prisoner. This turned out to be a complete mistake because his heart melted at what he saw.

The boy was curled up and hugging the burlap sack next to him like it was a blanket. His hair had fallen over his closed eyes and his lips were parted just slightly. Dream admired the way his chest rose and fell in graceful waves like an ocean of calm was washed over him and everything surrounding. So perplexed by the brunette, Dream nearly forgot to keep his eyes on the road.

He tore his attention away and shook his head, mentally slapping himself for admiring the boy that way, for starting to get attached. He would have to be more careful to only notice the annoying and unpleasant things about him in the future, that way he would be glad to finally let him go once he got paid.

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After around ten more minutes of driving, the small black car pulled up to Dream's house. Although he only lived with one other person - his best friend, Sapnap, he had a very large large house with five bedrooms.

Dream had paid for it because of how much money he made from kidnapping, and had always told his friend he was just a successful investor. Sapnap wasn't too interested in those kinds of things so he never asked for many details. As long as he was getting food and a roof over his head, the man didn't care where it came from.

As he parked the car in the driveway, Dream breathed a sigh of relief to see that Sapnap's car was gone. This would make it a lot easier if he didn't have to sneak a sleeping human all the way upstairs without getting caught. He climbed out of the car and walked around to the backseat where he opened the door and gazed down at the sleeping boy.

As carefully as he could, he picked him up bridal style and closed the car door with his hip. While doing so, he made sure not to pull the burlap sack from the boy's arms as he seemed really comfortable while hugging it.

He carried him into the house and up the stairs, still cautiously looking around for Sapnap out of pure paranoia.  Finally, he closed the door behind him to his own room and turned on the light, placing a hand over the boy's eyes as he did so in an effort to not wake him up.  Dream figured he must be exhausted and wanted to let him sleep.  He also didn't want to have to deal with him while he was awake because he didn't know what kind of stunts he would pull.

Dream temporarily laid the boy down on his own bed while he gathered blankets and pillows, spreading them out so that his closet floor would be more comfortable.  The closet was reasonably big and was about the size of a twin-sized-mattress.  It was where he kept all his prisoners.  It was actually the perfect place because the walls were practically sound proof and because it locked from the outside.

Finally, Dream scooped up the sleeping boy and laid him down among the pillows on the floor, the burlap sack still clutched tightly in his arms.  He pulled a soft blanket over his shoulders and made sure he looked comfortable, then closed the closet door.

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(A/N)
Hey :) hope you're having a good night

i don't really expect anyone to actually read this, it's just for my own enjoyment but if you're here i'm happy to have you!!

also any suggestions for this story bc i'm not sure where i want it to go yet