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“Whatever we can to help him. To make sure he knows he’s safe now and no one is going to hurt him. Maybe don’t touch him for now.” Mateo whispers.
I drag my hands through my hair, frustration at everything around us filling me. “I’ll talk to Stella. Maybe she knows someone who can help with this kind of trauma.”
Will he ever be the same again, or has Vincent finally destroyed my Theo for good?
Chapter 10
Theo
“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.” Mark Twain
I’mlight-headedandbarelyable to hold my head up and keep my chin off my chest. Hands roughly make their way down my back—the various cuts stinging with the sweat that trails down the surface. Laughter rings out all around me, cruel and sadistic. The sound making my body shudder in horror.
The hands reach the globes of ass and then pry them both apart. The sound of someone hawking up spit reaches my ears, and then I feel it land on my lower back and slide wetly down between my ass cheeks. “Why bother with the spit, Frank? He likes it rough. Don’t you, little prince?” The mocking tone assaults my ears before a hard cock is shoved into my clenched ass. The pain and burning sensation as he penetrates me rips a cry from my lips, and my pain-filled limbs fight against my restraints.
The monster behind me pounds into me mercilessly, sweat dripping from his body onto mine and his rank breath skating over the side of my face. I can smell his sweat and body odor, and it makes my empty stomach lurch. There is nothing left for me to vomit; my body is depleted.
A rough hand grabs my chin and pulls my head up so that I’m staring into Mack Pemberton’s miserable, horrid face. “You enjoying getting your ass filled, boy? Maybe I should take a turn with you. Then you’ll remember not to ever touch something of mine again.” He drags his hands down my jaw, his fingers encasing my swollen neck. He tightens his grip and what little oxygen I was getting dissipates until I’m struggling weakly in his grasp.
“Fuck, squeeze him tighter, his ass is gripping me like a vice, and I’m about to blow.” Frank groans from behind me.
“Sheriff, why don’t you come over here and suck this boy’s cock. He looks like he could use a good blow job, and you’ve always wanted a taste of him.” Mack laughs, releasing his hold on my throat and allowing air to rush down the damaged organ.
I want to scream. I want to beg them to stop, but it’s no use. My father has abandoned me to their sadistic enjoyment. My punishment for disobeying him, taking Carter, and refusing to help him get his dirty hands on Mia Stratford.
Mack shifts back, making room for the sheriff to come close to my broken and abused body, still confined to the wooden cross. The sheriff gets on his heavy knees, his fat face lining up with my pelvis, and I feel his wet tongue lick up the side of my flaccid cock. Frank is still pounding into me from behind, but I can hear his breath becoming ragged; he’s about to cum. Then a disgusting groan leaves his lips and I feel a gush of warmth in my ass, before he pulls out of my hole.
The sheriff’s pudgy sweaty fingers begin to massage my balls, rolling them between his digits, as I try to fight the effect it’s having on my body. This is wrong! They are doing this against my will. My mind knows this, but it doesn’t stop my cock from swelling in his mouth. He groans and takes my hardening cock deep into his throat.
My head is spinning from all the pain and the blood loss. My father had one of his lackeys stop some of the cuts from bleeding and give me a shot of epinephrine and morphine to keep me lucid for their enjoyment and to prolong my torture. My heart is pounding so rapidly that it feels like it is going to rip itself out of my chest. God, please let me die. Let my heart explode. Just let me fucking die here now.
The sheriff continues sucking me off, and I feel a tingle starting at the base of my spine. The orgasm I’m trying to deny is beginning to rise, regardless of my wishes. Fingers are now shoved hard in my ass, stretching my hole wide. They pump in and out of me a few times, and then a hard cock breaches my ring. I can tell it’s no longer Frank just by the rank smell and the feeling of being stretched, but I have no idea who is using me for their pleasure. A grunt leaves the body behind me just as the orgasm rips through me, and I cum down the sheriff’s throat.
I wake with a scream— I’m coated in sweat and terror is ripping through my body. I throw myself off of the bed, landing hard on the floor, then push away until I’ve crawled into the darkened corner of the room. I can still feel their hands on me. The sheriff’s lips around my cock and a hard dick forcing its way painfully into my ass.
It’s just a nightmare! We are safe!My mind tries to convince me, but I know the truth. I will never be able to escape this nightmare. Every time I close my eyes, I feel their touches and smell their bodies. I will never be able to run from the shame that they made me cum over and over while they took their turns raping me. That some sick part of me enjoyed it, that my body responded to their ministrations. My mind and soul are broken, yet the nightmares won’t release me from their vicious grip.
Self-loathing fills me with the knowledge of my weakness, knowing I allowed them to make me a participant in my torture. I came for them like a dirty whore, unable to stop myself while they took their sadistic pleasures out on my body. I was nothing more than holes they could use, not a man or a human, just an item to possess, use, and then discard. I slam the back of my head against the wall over and over. I don’t want to continue to relive these nightmares. I dread closing my eyes and knowing I will be transported back into that hell, time and time again. My body is no longer mine, but theirs forever.
They should have let me die. Why did they keep me alive to keep reliving this nightmare over and over? I am as much a prisoner now as I was in that dungeon. Don’t they see that all they did by keeping me breathing was extend my torture? Death would have been a mercy.
My mind roams back to earlier today when Mia came into these four walls, my new prison, with a food tray. Just the scent of her vanilla and jasmine fragrance had me gagging. The clean scent made me realize how dirty and defiled I really am now. I wouldn’t let her approach me, growling at her in warning like a vicious animal. That’s what I am now, more feral animal than man.
She put the tray on the edge of the bed while I crouched as far from her as the walls of the room would allow. “Theo, please, you have to try to eat something.” She tried to reason with me, but I was done listening to her. She won’t let me seek my final goal, death. Removing everything out of the room that I could have used to end my miserable life. Hell, even the cutlery, plates, and cups are now plastic to prevent me from ripping my veins open.
She sighed and turned to leave the room, her shoulders rounded and her head bent low. I know I’m hurting her, but I can’t stop. I don’t want her to continue to look at me with the pity and disgust I see on her features. I grabbed the tray from the bed and launched it at the wall near the door. The contents hit the plasterboard, splashing her, before hitting the ground with a thud.
She stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. Fury across her beautiful features, and just for a moment, I thought she might actually attack me back. That she might behave like my warrior queen and show her displeasure at my behavior by giving me the violence that I crave so I could get momentarily out of my head. Instead, she turned away from me, her features blank, and left the room.
Even, she has forsaken me; my weakness is repugnant to her. I am utterly alone with my nightmares, Unable to allow anyone to touch me without the memory of other’s hands tricking my mind. What is left of my mind is fragmented, unable to discern reality from a nightmare.
Chapter 11
Finn
“Fear is an insidious and deadly thing. It can warp judgment, freeze reflexes, breed mistakes. Worse, it’s contagious.” Jimmy Stewart
It’sthreeinthemorning, and I’m sitting outside of the guestroom Theo’s occupying in Mia’s house. I should be sleeping but like every night this week since we brought him home five days ago, Theo’s screams echo off the walls. I bring my knees up to my face and wrap my arms around them tight.
