TW: This chapter contains mature themes and triggering content (sexual assault,abuse, violence). Read at your own discretion.
When I thought I had finally gotten rid of them from my head, when I thought I was independent and able to function without them, the urge to be with them came rushing back.
After Jeremy told me about that offer, I locked myself inside my house and didn't leave. I've been here for ten days now. My mom has started to worry if everything is okay with me, and I've only responded by nodding.
Halloween is in two days, but I don't feel alive. I should save Jeremy from making a huge mistake, but I don't have the strength. I don't have the mental energy to handle it.
I checked the time on my phone. 9:11 p.m. It's been dark for hours, and it started pouring rain an hour ago. Normally, I would have enjoyed that.
Malachai sent me five messages asking if I was coming over. I didn't reply.
When I tried to get up, my vision flickered. I quickly opened the window and lay back down. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.
***
"Mike."
I heard a quiet voice. I slowly opened my eyes to see who it was. I turned my head to the left—only darkness. I turned it to the right… impossible.
"Mike, you haven't been answering me," he said. "I had to see you immediately. Why are you doing this to me?"
It was James.
"What are you doing here?" I mumbled sleepily. "How… how did you get in here?"
He pressed his hand against my mouth. Then he put a finger to his own lips, telling me to be quiet, and gestured toward the closed bedroom door. Someone was in the kitchen, coughing. I immediately recognized it—it was my mom. That cough of hers gave it away instantly. Was I dreaming? Was this some strange nightmare I was about to wake up from? I decided to test it by pinching the hand that covered my mouth. But he didn't even flinch.
"What are you doing here?" I asked through my teeth.
He slowly moved his fingers away, letting me breathe, and I repeated the question.
I didn't have to wonder long how he knew where I lived—Malachai was clearly the one who told him.
"Why aren't you answering my messages?" James asked, his voice heavy with sadness, ignoring my question. I couldn't tell if he was on something or just drunk, but I knew for sure he wasn't sober.
"What's wrong with you?" I ignored his words in return.
He glanced at the open window—except I didn't remember leaving it wide open. Something about all this didn't add up.
"It's not what you think… I didn't come through the window…"
"Stop talking nonsense and answer—what are you doing here, how did you get into my room?!" I cut him off.
"Please, don't yell," he whispered.
"What are you talking about, are you out of your—"
Before I could finish, James was already on top of me, gripping my throat so tightly I couldn't breathe.
"Are you going to be quiet now?" he hissed.
I nodded. My eyes slowly rolled back. I slapped him in the face and kicked him, but it was no use. He leaned forward, pressing his body against mine. "Did you miss me?" he asked. His gaze drifted to my crotch.
The corners of his mouth curved upward, forming a wicked smile, full of contempt and arousal. He stared at my erection in my shorts for a moment.
"Oh my, Mike, I didn't know you were so naughty. Do you like being dominated?" he chuckled. "Do you want me to come inside you?"
Hearing those words, I dropped my hands to the bed. I knew that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I struggled, he wouldn't listen to me and would do it. I gave in.
"You want this, don't you?" He laughed again. "I have to punish you somehow."
A tear rolled down my face in a thin stream. He lifted a finger and wiped the tear away, sneering at me.
"No. You don't have to," I whimpered.
His eyes, from being so large and full of lust, became smaller and soulless.
His grip on my throat still wasn't loose.
His hand moved to my crotch and touched my penis.
"It's really hard," he said. "Tell me, do you think about me when you masturbate?"
I turned my head away from his face.
James slowly began to push my shorts down, creating more discomfort on my body.
His fingertips entered my underwear, and after a moment, his whole hand entered and touched my penis.
My hands lost their ability to defend themselves; I froze.
His smile grew wider and more sinister. A second later, he had removed my underwear, and I was lying half-naked on the bed.
"Do you want me to lick you?" With that, he removed his hand from my neck.
"No..."
He began to move his hand up and down my shaft. I moaned.
"Faster?" James licked his lips, then moved faster and faster, making me moan again.
"Leave me alone..." I hissed.
He continued, and that only turned him on more. "James..." I gasped. The room was getting hotter, and sweat was dripping down my forehead, so everything I was doing to me was letting him know I was "enjoying it."
Although I wasn't aroused.
"I'm not letting you come now."
James took off his sweatshirt and T-shirt, revealing his body.
"Do you like it?" He bit his lip, removing his hand from the sensitive spot. James lifted my shirt, moved closer to my stomach, and licked it, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Oh, fuck," James straightened, completely removing his pants. He pulled his penis out of his underwear.
"Wait... no, I'll give you a blowjob," I tried to defend myself. I knew his penis was the biggest and most painful. Mary always said she preferred giving him a blowjob to having sex because it hurt and he was unpredictable.
"I don't feel like it, now spread your legs," boy said, furious at my suggestion.
"Where's the condom?" I asked, swallowing, feeling it disappear from my mouth.
"We'll try without it," he spat on his hand and rubbed it against his cock. "We'll have some fun."
"No… please wait…"
With a hard knee, he spread my legs, leaving me sprawled in all directions. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer. My heart was pounding faster and faster, but I still didn't have the strength to lift my hand.
James He rubbed his penis against my butt and slammed the head of his cock into my butt.
I gritted my teeth and hoped he'd finish quickly.I groaned in pain. I gasped, barely able to breathe on my own.
He moved his hips very slowly, slowly pushing deeper and deeper and wanted it to hurt; he feeds on pain. I covered my mouth with my hands.
"Damn, you were completely different with Malachai," he said. "Back then, you were acting like a common whore, or do you prefer him to me?" His hand rested on my chest, and with an aggressive movement, boy thrust deeper into me.
" How do you know…"
"I know everything," he slapped me squarely in the face, trying to keep a straight face and pushed deeper.
"Ah…" I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.
"I knew you'd like this, tell me you really wanted it."
I didn't respond.
"Say fuck," he tugged on my hair.
"I…I wanted you." He still didn't let go. "I wanted you inside me, I want you to come inside me, fuck," he let go.
James's body moved back and forth. I felt him inside me more and more, as if his cock were penetrating my stomach.
"I didn't know you were so tight. We should hang out more often," James said, panting.
He quickly swung my legs and placed them on his back to make him more comfortable. He leaned forward slightly, looking straight into my eyes. His balls were slapping against my butt, and I could hear every inch of them slapping. This repeated every second. Muffled moans escaped my throat, which excited James.
"Wait… please, it hurts," I stammered. "Let's take a break." My eyes turned to water. It wasn't like before; now tears were pouring from my eyes like the rain that had been falling for days.
"Do you want to go even deeper? Done."
James's back and chest became incredibly wet. I thought I was going to throw up from the sheer pain and heat that surrounded me.
Another hard thrust, I felt it even more intensely than the previous ones.
"Ah!" I cried out softly.
The bed began to creak loudly, surprising me that Mom hadn't barged into the room. A moment later, it began to bang against the walls with the same force as when Ryan had smashed the glass bottle over my head.
"I feel… I feel sick." James either ignored me or didn't hear me, because my words were slurred. "James…" He closed his mouth.
"I like it when you say my name, but you say it too often. Don't say anything, fuck."
I took a deep breath. My shoulders tingled, but it didn't freeze me at all. I inhaled sharply through my nose, feeling like I was about to come. I could still see the heartlessness in his eyes, a feeling I didn't remember him always feeling, but now I wasn't sure. As a wave of cum pooled in the head of my cock, I knew what was coming, and I couldn't stop it. I shot my seed onto James's stomach. He looked at what had erupted from me, scooped some of the cum from his stomach with his finger, and put it in my mouth.
"Delicious, isn't it?" He moved his head closer to me. I held the semen in my mouth, intending to spit it out immediately, but when James's lips suddenly met mine, I wasn't prepared. He kissed me with his tongue, trying to get the semen into his mouth.
He looked like he was enjoying it.
He grabbed my jaw to keep me from escaping his mouth. I couldn't pull away for another minute, until he finally let go.
My butt was getting worse and worse. It felt like it was about to burst.
James was thrusting in and out. Why hadn't he come yet? He should have done it a long time ago; a human couldn't last that long.
"Better than Malachai?"
"What?" I didn't look at him. My gaze drifted to the dresser next to the bed, where there were fashion magazines and a single phone (my phone).
"I know you heard," he said, pulling his penis completely out of my body. I was asking what his next move would be, but I didn't notice him coming. "New position, now."
TW: This chapter contains mature themes and triggering content (sexual assault,abuse, violence, blood). Read at your own discretion.
"I know you heard," he said, pulling his penis completely out of my body. I was asking what his next move would be, but I didn't notice him coming. "New position, now."
"New?" He pulled my legs and flipped me onto my stomach in the blink of an eye.
He touched my waist and forcibly pulled my lower body toward him.
"Have you ever done it doggy style?" he asked. "It's my favorite position," his laugh echoed in my ears. He spat on his penis again and did it again, pushing it inside me very slowly. This position hurt even more than before.
The first thrust was bearable, but the next, repeated every second, wasn't. I straightened my arms.
"Please be gentle," I gritted my teeth. James slapped my butt hard, making me let out a muffled cry.
"Gentle?" He interrupted. I turned my head towards him, a shiver running down my spine. I no longer saw James, only the psychopath. He pulled a knife from the right pocket of his pants lying next to him on the bed.
"What are you doing?" I tried to turn around, but he wouldn't let me. He threw the knife into the air and landed straight in the trash can next to the bed.
He pushed his cock deeper inside me. I didn't know he'd be able to do it again.
"Ah…" I stammered.
"I'll be gentler on Halloween, I promise," he said.
My breath caught. He let out ragged gasps that sounded unnatural.
He threw me forward with each thrust.
He slammed into me, gripping my hip and putting even more force into each movement.
James leaned down and pressed against my back, then turned my head so that our mouths connected in one great, morbid union.
"James…" I pushed him away. I felt the cum pooling around the head of my penis again.
"What?"
"I'm about to come… please, pull out of me."
A growing sense of guilt ripped through my head. I shouldn't have told him that.
"No," his ragged breathing echoed through his words.
"I know you don't want me to pull out of you."
My seed was already close to ejaculating.
"Uhh…" I moaned. My cum surged to the surface and landed on the pillow I was sleeping on. The stains it left behind were enormous.
"You're a fucking cunt," James said.
My legs went numb. Now I just wanted him to leave the house and go to sleep.
For the next few minutes, I felt nothing. I stared at a single spot on the wall where the little hole I'd made when I was about thirteen.
He moved his hips faster and faster.
His panting became more intense, and he slapped my ass, which I could feel was completely red.
Until... he came inside me. He groaned one last time and pulled out of me.
The cum inside me began to drip down my legs.
James got out of bed and got dressed. I covered myself with a blanket; I had absolutely no strength to get out of bed.
"Did you like it?" he asked. He put on his jacket and took a step toward the window.
"You said you didn't come in through the window," I mumbled.
"Maybe I did," he approached me. He leaned over my cheek and kissed me. "See you next time."
He turned away, but stopped when he felt something squeeze his hand.
"Please don't go," I said