*TW! Non-con*
Ling lay on the bed, he felt sticky and disgusting. Every movement was blunt pain and the bruising on his side had turned to a dark black all along his ribs. He wheezed air out his mouth but every breath hurt, his throat was horse and dry. Coughing felt like claws dragging down his neck.
There was blood and cum splattered all over the bed, dripping down his inner thighs and on his face. His eyes were stinging from it getting in them and his hair was sticky too. Tears stained the pillow.
His stomach was covered too, just the sight made him want to throw up, but wretching hurt too much as well. Lying there was the only thing he could do, but thinking was also too painful.
Yi walked in, Ling didn't have the energy to move, letting himself get picked up and taken out the room. The light from the hall hurt his eyes, giving him a headache as he tried to adjust. He was taken to a bathroom. The tiles were white and shiny, reflecting the bright white around the room. Ling's head throbbed, his limbs went limp and he just sank into Yi's arms as he was laid in the bath tub. He was barely taking in anything around him.
The shower turned on and the water ran over him at the perfect temperature, he sank into the porcelain, every bruise on him panged with sudden ferocity.
"Ow....stop it... It hurts." He mumbled into the wall, barely lifting his head. "Leave me alone..."
He didn't have the strength to do anything; he was cleaned thoroughly, Yi gently pushed his fingers in Ling and slowly massaged him.
It hurt alot, the blood fell into the bathtub and his swollen body squirmed from the pain; his hair was washed and his wounds were dressed. Yi lifted his legs as he put on his underpants for him and patiently brushed his teeth for him too.
Ling stared into nothing, eyes empty. The brightness of the room didn't seem so reflect in his eyes either.
He then walked back to the room, quietly moving behind Yi. It was still a mess; the sight of it was sickening. Everything was glossed over and sticky, the bedsheets and even the headboard. Ling turned to face away, it brought back the memories from that night; he couldn't stomach the thought and gaged. He brought his hand to his mouth, walking cautious steps back as he overed his face.
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When the room was clean, Ling was left on the bed, in just boxers, alone. He had all the time to lie there with just himself.
He thought about Er, how long had it been? Is he looking for him? Does anyone care? He didn't know what was going to happen, he didn't understand why it had to be him.
The bed warmed under his body heat and he pulled the covers over his face and stared at the fibers weaving in the duvet cover. The light leaked through the tiny holes and streamed into his face as his breath soaked through the fabric, the warmth rolling against his skin.
He felt disgusting and couldn't even bear to look at his body anymore. His bruises were overlay with bites and his bites were surrounded by hickeys. His arms trembled no matter how hard he tried to keep them still and his legs could barely carry him anymore. He was so tired, and the shame was eating away at him. He didn't enjoy it, he didn't like it... But how could he even react in such a way? It had hurt so horribly and the pain seared through his body, even drawing so much blood that it dripped down his thigh. He winced at the thought and felt his eyes beginning to water again, it was painful being alone in that room, maybe he did want Yi to be there, just to distract him from his own mind percistantly trying to torture him.
A single tear rolled down his cheek; it fell into his ear. He frowned and turned to his side, rubbing his face against the pillow.
He didn't sleep very much that night.
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The next morning, a different group of men entered the room, they restrained his arms above his head and put a bone gag in his mouth. The men started down at him with sick smiles, lust glowing behind their eyes. Ling lay there, breathing through the rubber in his mouth slowly as the men pulled out a box of toys.
They shoved a vribrator into his ass, then another and another. Ling lost count, he didn't dare watch, just the feeling of them in him was enough for him to vomit. The men pressed down on his stomach, causing him to groan; they then turned them on, one by one, increasing the intensity and speed of the vibrations. Lings head flew back and his back arched, his hips lifted off the bed.
"Ahhhh, stop...st- please stop, ah ahhh." He cried, unable to control his voice. His whole body shook as he pulled his knees to his chest, closing his legs. He turned side to side trying to get relief but all the men around his stood and watched, doing absolutely nothing but stare at his naked body.
It was so embarrassing, tears formed and he cried but he couldnt even turn away. When they did fianlly taken them out, they flipped him over and took turns with him.
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It was everyday, a new group of men would enter the room. The onslaught of pain and humiliation would continue. Yi would watch. It became somewhat of a routine and Ling knew what was coming everyday. Sometimes, they gave him drugs, sometimes they didn't. When they did, Ling was thankful that he didn't have to think about the shame he was being put through, and that he could just focus all his energy and thoughts on the stimulation in the moment.
Yi would always clean him up and the room before leaving, never saying a word, cleaning in silence. It chewed at Ling, why wasn't he talking? How come he wasn't having sex his him? Was he too dirty, too disgusting? He never dared to speak up though, only ever taking quick glances at Yi's face when he was being bathed or cleaned.
After a while, when the door opened he would turn around and place his hand on the bed frame. He stopped resisting, and stopped holding back his voice. He didn't care anymore,eyes empty and tired. His eyes bags grew and his lips were shrivelled and wrinkled. His shoulders and bones stuck out as well as his ribs, heaving against his skin as he breathed. He felt so tired all the time, bathed and fed with his every need tirelessly taken care of by Yi.