[Jacob's POV]

I woke up to nothing on my lap and no sounds.

'Elis must've gone to the bathroom to wash his face already.' I thought to myself as I got up. He didn't really seem tired, so he should be somewhere. 'Elis is very confusing...very confusing indeed. It was like he was sweet and innocent, but such a tease at the same time. He was undoubtedly amazing, cute, and beautiful; that was all too obvious for me, and I knew that the first time I saw him'. I turned to the bathroom but didn't see Elis anywhere. I couldn't hear any water running nor any bumping...'he can't be in my room, can he?'

'I mean, I don't really care if he's in there, I just want to make sure he's okay'. The last thing I wanted for Elis was for him to get hurt or be lost in a new place. That'd be the worst thing I could imagine for him...poor baby. I searched the whole house but couldn't find him, he must have been outside! I couldn't be mad, I was heartbroken to be without Elis in my arms. I wanted to feel him, feel him close to me. But why did would he even leave in the first place? Did he not like me? I couldn't imagine the reason why he would leave, leave 'me'. My first day taking him in, and he leaves after seven minutes of being here. He better have a good explanation when I find him...if I find him, that is. I didn't want anything bad to happen, especially as I just got him home.

3rd Person View

The young boy clawed at the people in front of him, trying to pry them off. He recently passed an alley with a small group of guys staring at him. They were trying to leash him and drag him away; it wasn't that the people were disgusting or anything, they were very attractive to Elis. He just didn't want them."Just stand still!" One of the guys said, gripping the boy's neck. He groaned in pleasure when he was shoved to the ground, scraping his knee. He noticed fresh blood seeping through his jeans as he got up. He wanted more, even if it wasn't from Jacob. It just felt too good to let the moment die. Another of the guys pulled on one of his ears, making him moan our in pleasure."Looks like we got a masochist on our hands..." The guy said while kicking Elis to the side. Elis swore he saw Jacob walking towards them. His eyes were half-closed and he couldn't make out anything right now. The last thing he saw before passing out were shadows fading away. The overwhelming pain and pleasure in his body made it hard to stay awake..." Elis...Elis!" Jacob shook him awake, seeing his hazy eyes flutter open. He stared at Jacob, wanting to reach out to him. But all he could say was, "Why can't you just hit me... That's what'll make me happy, just hit me, kick me, something! Just hit me-!" He was interrupted by a tail pull and an ear tug. "That? Is that what you want! Is that why you ran away!" Jacob said, tears pouring down his face.

Elis whimpered and nodded, scratching his ear. "Yes." He responded. "Please...hurt me again! Grab something and hit me! Please..." Elis didn't regret any words, he meant what he said. Jacob couldn't respond, half of him wanted to cradle Elis in his arms and pet him, but the other half wanted to thrash him against the wall and pull his ears and tail, tie him up and paint his body with markings. That other half...knew what Elis wanted, but Jacob didn't want to hurt the boy; he wanted to protect and love him. Then again, Elis also had a soft side: tummy rubs and all that jazz. He really wanted to learn how to cook and make Jacob breakfast, that'd make him happier than any smack across the face. The car ride home was silent, Elis didn't tease Jacob about anything, he didn't ask for anything.

They both didn't want to say anything, it was just too awkward. Just imagine; you get a new pet or friend, and they run away after you fall asleep and get knocked by a group of dirty ass punks. Elis was ashamed of himself, ashamed of running away, ashamed of letting people hurt him on purpose...ashamed of having Jacob save him from his mistake. That was his worst fear; having someone save him from what he did...it made him feel weak. And Elis knew he wasn't weak, he was strong enough to keep going through his life, and he'll keep going until his life ends. The world was black and white for him, simple shades of life, giving him a barrier between life and death. It used to be survival of the fittest for him, only relying on yourself...but not anymore. The boy had a 6'3 god for a daddy, a gentle, protective one."Uh, hey...what happened to those guys in the alley?" Elis said with a nervous look. Jacob shrugged, not bothering to answer. He was too caught up in thinking of a punishment for Elis because of his little stunt. It was between a long sit in time-out or twenty spankings. Minutes later, he decided to go with the one Elis would enjoy more; he wasn't that mean and wouldn't let Elis just sit by himself. It would hurt him too much to see his kitten alone in the corner. When the two went back to the house, Elis patiently sat on the floor, waiting for Jacob to lecture him. But instead of that, the man told him to sit on the couch and wait while he got something from upstairs. It was nerve-racking for Elis to wait for something he didn't know of; all he knew was that he was in for something,

Something worth his while.