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Kylar's going insane, you're missing and he can't find you. He's foaming at the mouth from lack of your attention and affection. Are you cheating on him? Are you not his?? Is some bastard laying their hands on you and touching you where only he could touch? It was getting so bad that he snapped his pen in class, exploding ink over his hands and paper. Doren blinks at the sight, speaking briefly as he looked at Kylar. "Go wash up lad, it seems your mind is elsewhere."
With that, Kylar grabbed his bag and rushed into the bathroom, feverishly scrubbing his hands of ink as his mind raced. Where the fuck is his beloved? Where are you? He's going to rip this whole town apart to find you... Well that was until his phone rang and he realized the ink was gone and that he's been attempting to rub his skin raw. Quickly drying his hands, he answered his phone. Hearing a familiar voice on the other end.
"Hey, kid. I got some news about the thing you wanted to know about, seems like the person was brought to the farm, Remy's, not the other one." Oh how Kylar's blood boiled, his voice growled as he spoke. Breaking the facade he used for so long.
"I'll be there, and tell Remy he fucking touched the wrong person... He's no longer gaining anything I might make."
"Ahhh... He's not going to be happy, you know that oh so well, don't you?"
"I don't fucking care. That's my wife he's got and I'd rip his fucking limbs off one by one and gut him while he's alive if she's been touched wrong. I'm going to get my pretty bride and we'll get married in the woods and have so many kids and,"
"Holy shit, kid. I'll... I'll tell Remy he's fucked up. Just shut up."
"Ah... I'll be there soon."
"Huh? Wha-" Click.
Looking in the mirror, Kylar could see just who he was. A man with crazed green eyes, black hair that fell into his eyes while he stared angrily at the mirror.
Remy will be lucky if he survived to see the sunrise.
The speed Kylar had to enter the farms was quite startling, driving a car that was big enough to fit his love in it and a few more. But right now there was a bed with clothes, a collar removal kit, a bunch of blankets, medicine, and so on. All to keep his beloved safe as they return home. Pulling into the farm, he pulled the gasmask on- a mask he had kept with him to hide his face while he came in.
The guards didn't look at him twice as he entered the farm, pulling up and stopping not too far away from the barns where Wren quickly jogged over with Remy hot on his heels.
"Kid, calm down for a sec, Remy wants to talk."
"Shut the fuck up, Wren. I'm getting my bride and we're going to get married and she's going to carry my children in her womb. Don't you dare come near me." Kylar was pissed, his eyes glowing behind that mask as Remy stepped before him and looking him up and down.
"Calm down, boy. I'm an honest man, willing to help out another with me, so allow me to explain how I get my cows and we ca-" Remy was silenced with a dart to the neck, gasping as he hit the ground with a thud.
Knocked out cold.
Kylar was barely able to hold back from ripping the bastard apart. Storming into the barn to note how it was empty, in exchange, he stormed into the fields, seeing a bunch of farm hands around one cow and screams that made his blood boil. He spotted a pipe, hidden among things as if to be discarded. The rust was a tell-tale sign after all.
Approaching the group, Kylar swung until the farm hands were running away.
Looking down at a girl covered in bruises who trembled and mooed softly with a fearful noise.
It was you... It was his beloved. His heart catches in his throat as he looked at how scared you were, protecting your purity and coated in bruises from it. Oh, he was going to lock you away from these monsters, nurse you back to health and protect you until you can comfortably come back out into the world, preferably in a wedding dress and hanging off his arm.
"Darling, darling, it's okay, it's me..." He whispered, lifting off the mask as you looked up, tears welling up in your eyes as you reached out to hold onto him tightly. A soft hiccup leaving you as he effortlessly picked you up despite the height difference between you both.
But he still carried you out, letting you hide into his shoulder as he walked you along and out to the van, the van Wren was leaning against and smoking next to. He glanced at the sight. A tiny boy able to carry a larger girl who was clearly a cow already. It was humorous when he thinks about how the two looked.
It was also this cow that was pissing Remy off so much too, stubborn and mean- you've already injured several hands to the point where Remy puts you to the fields every time he can. Working you like a horse despite you being so rebellious. Wren could see the muscle forming on your nude body from the field work.
"You're ready to leave then, kid?"
"Yeah..."
"I'll call your school and explain the situation... And tell Bailey to never return her to this farm again. This cow has a hospital bill for the ranch members that's higher than anything else."
"Haha..." With that, Kylar popped open the back of the van and gently placed you in the back, kissing your forehead as he reached for the collar removal set he had brought, clicking off the collar and tossing it out the van before he wrapped you up in a blanket. Extra comfortable as he made sure you were safely tucked in.
With that the van shuts and Kylar entered the front seat, looking out at Wren who was leaning over the still knocked out Remy.
"Tell Remy when he wakes up that he's fucked himself by grabbing the wrong girl." And with that, Kylar drove out of the farm carefully, driving until he returned to the mansion where he parked the van in a hidden garage. Sitting in it and breathing out as he tried to recollect all his sanity and the thoughts he had and tape back together the persona he always showed you.
The shy nerdy little emo boy you loved... The emo boy who would kiss onto you desperately between classes with hearts in his eyes. Not a jealous monster who threatens full-grown men with death...
The groan behind him had him jumping out of his skin as he got up and climbed into the back, sitting on his knees and gently kissing your forehead. "Darling, ar-are you okay?" He mumbled, kissing onto your forehead while you stirred and blearily looked up at him.
"Ky... Kylar?"
"Mhm... Don't worry. Y-you're safe now." He mumbled, accepting the tight hug while tears soaked onto his shoulder and your fingers gripped so hard onto his shirt.
You're safe now, right where he can keep you safe from those creeps and horrific people.