Submissive Desires

1 - Goodbye

He couldn't believe what happened. Everything was okay, until it wasn't. He had destroyed him. Took something very sacred and ripped it into shreds. Ciarren had put all his trust in him. He trusted him with his well being, his mind, his body, everything and now... He doesn't know if he can trust anything... even himself. He chose to put his trust in him. He chose to stay even when he should have left. After the first hit, the first time He ignored his safe word, and every time he took things too far. Ciarren blamed himself for everything He did to him. He hated himself for waiting because waiting meant experiencing the worst day of his life. The pain radiating throughout his body a constant reminder of the event.

When Ciarren woke up in blinding pain, he knew he had to leave. He needed to run, but he needed to move first. The tears were already streaming down his face, dripping onto his bare chest, stinging the cuts, and mixing into the blood. He stumbled out of the playroom and into what he thought was an empty club. Using the wall for balance, he limps to the sub room not taking notice of the bloody handprints he was leaving. He tries to put on the jeans and whimpers in pain as they rub against the cuts. He sighs as realizes he will have to wear the short spandex shorts to his car and hope no one notices his injuries. He slips on a large hoodie and throws everything from his locker into his backpack before limping out of the room. He keeps his eyes down, focusing on taking each step and not crying out in pain. He didn't notice the towering man standing at the beginning of the hall behind him. His eyes following the bloody handprints along the wall before finally falling on the obviously pained boy.

The dominant in him knew instantly that something was very very wrong. He softened his voice to a point that he didn't even know he could manage. "Ciarren..."

Ciarren flinched harshly at the sound, dropping to his knees and hanging his head as he waited for the man to approach. He approached slowly, making sure that Ciarren could hear each step as to make sure not to spook him any further before kneeling before him. Ciarren's entire body was shaking in fear of what was going to happen. His mind was completely clouded with panic, not recognizing the man in front of him as one of his closest friends, Osiris. He kneeled in front of the shaking submissive. He needed him to recognize that he was here to help, not hurt. "Ciarren... look at me." Ciarren looked up instantly, his body tense with fear before instantly recognizing one of his best friends. He scrambles to the much larger man, sobs wrecking his body, as he mumbles out apologies. "Ren, did Max do this?"

Ciarren flinched at the name as he nodded, his grip tightening on Osiris's shirt. "I-I deserved it... b-but I don't want to hurt anymore... I-I can't take it... but he w-won't let me l-leave... It hurts so much Ozzy... everything hurts..." By the end of the sentence Ciarren is barely whispering before finally looking up at the man, his eyes unfocused as he mumbles "I don't feel very good Ozzy..." Osiris watches as his best friend's eyes roll back and fall limp against his chest. It was at this point he takes notice of just how injured the small man is covered in. Where there is typically pale white skin, is covered in either bruises, welts, or cuts. Osiris instantly pulls out his phone and calls Killian, the co-owner of the club and his twin brother.

"Ren is hurt. He's not okay. I'm bringing him to the hospital. Meet me there ASAP and bring Milly." His twin responds with a quick confirmation before ending the call. Osiris quickly carries Ciarren out of the building and into his car. He drives them quickly to the hospital, speeding the entire way. He finally arrives and quickly carries the unconscious man into the ER, demanding that he receives help immediately, requesting specifically for Dr. Smith, a doctor that regularly attends the club and would better understand the situation. The nurses look at him shocked before paging the doctor immediately. Osiris lays him on a stretcher and the nurses immediately wheel him through the double doors, stopping him when he tries to follow.