Two weeks, no one….. Three maybe? It feels like its been an eternity but I knew better then to believe that. However it had been long enough that the wounds inflicted in the beginning were almost closed up, now only thick scars remain.

He doesn't beat me anymore, I guess he realized that I'm broken now. Yes, I've probably been broken since the first day.

If it weren't for Grant, I never would have even made it out of that cage in the first place. I doubt our parents had the money to pay off even one of our ransoms, even if they did, I probably would have been sold into slavery anyway. Who knows, maybe even that would have been better than my life now with Vaas.

Grant and I had almost made it too, we were so close! We escaped the camp and made it to the edge of the jungle. We were about to run, but we wanted to make sure that they didn't have Riley. While we discussed this we didn't realize Vaas…. And he shot Grant.

I-I tried to stop the bleeding… but there was nothing I could do. Even after that, even after that even after he took my brother from me, it's still so hard to hate him.

Needless to say I didn't get far after they shot Grant. Even though I ran like a bat out of hell because my life DID depend on it. I still couldn't get away. What can I say, we all know there was no way I could have gotten away from helicopters, attach dogs, and men with machine guns, it just wasn't, still isn't possible.

When I was captured I was expecting a bullet to the head, but no I was dragged, yes literally dragged back to the camp. But to my surprise I wasn't thrown into a cage to be shipped of for the slave trades, but rather taken to the shack of the same man who murdered my brother.

That was only a few weeks ago. Now that man, Vaas and I sit on a couch, me pulled into his lap and his head on my shoulder, watching some random TV show on a channel we happen to get out in the middle of nowhere on this god forsaken island.

A knock at the door brought us both out of our thoughts, whatever they may be. Vaas growled, and turned his head to face the door.

"WHAT?!" he screamed, obviously annoyed that we had been disturbed.

The man came in not looking at Vaas, and said

"we need you to take care of the rejects." then not wanting to be around the angry man any longer left as quickly as he had come.

Vaas sighed and patted my leg with his larger hand.

"get up Jason." he said softly. I did and stood next to the chair as he lifted himself up.

He walked over to a cabinet, one that I'm never allowed to touch, he unlocked it and pulled out one of his favorite hand guns.

Then he walked back over to me and wrapped his free arm around me, pulling me into a kiss. I didn't dare resist. We separated and Vass smiled at me.

"come on Jason." he let go of me and walked towards the door. I followed close behind, not wanting to make him upset.

We got to the stage at the front of the camp, on it was 15 people, all of them tied up, most were crying and pleading for there lives to be spared.

I was in that position once.

Vaas got on stage and walked up and down it, carefully inspection each person, making sure the slave trade didn't have any use for them.

Most that end up on that stage are men, rarely women. Most of them have a similar body structure to me. Shortish, with a thin frame, and about 160 pounds.

Vaas shouted in one of their faces, his inches away from there's, he kicks the man in the stomach shooting him as he went down.

He looked back at me, smiling, wanting my approval for what he had just done. I smiled back, and he turned continuing to shoot the men on stage stopping only to reload his gun a few times, and to scream things at them,

After he had finished with the last one, he barked orders to get rid of the bodies, and walked over to me, grabbing my wrist tightly with his free hand.

We made our way back to the shack. The whole time Vaas was talking about the event that had just transpired, wanting me desperately to praise him for the only thing he was good at.

"did you see that fucker's face?! He was all like 'please pleas no I'm not a threat' ~haha~

Then when I pressed the gun to his head and said 'your not even worth a bullet' man that face!" Vaas laughed loudly reenacting the scene for me even though I had been there.

"heh, you said it." I plastered a smile on my face laughing softly with Vaas.

We got back inside and I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into the bed we shared. Vass did the same after cleaning his gun and putting it away. I closed my eyes, wanting to get to sleep as soon as possible. I always slept facing Vaas, that's what he wanted after all.

I felt him bring his hand up and cup the side of my face.

"Jason, Jason look at me." I opened my eyes meeting his half lidded, icy blue ones.

His eyes looked my face up and down, longingly. I felt his hand move to the back of my head and pull me closer to him, until our lips meant. The kiss started out sweet, then became a little rough, his beard rubbing against the stubble on my own chin. It soon ended, and after looking in my eyes for a second, Vaas rested his forehead against mine.

"I love you Jason, you know that right?"

Vaas had told me about his past, and all the pain that came with it. His parents abandon them, and his sister hates him. I know he's lonely, he only wants a friend, a lover, he sees me as both. When I think about all the pain he's been through and everything that makes him the way he is, it's almost to easy to love him.

It becomes harder everyday that I get to know this man to see him as the man I hate who killed my brother. But as a man named Vaas who's lived through hell that I'm falling for.

I kiss his lips softly and say the words he so desperately wants to hear, the words I maybe even want him to know.

"I love you too, more than anything in the world."