Forced Manipulation

Chapter Forty-Five

(The next morning)

"Ugh..." Katsuki groaned as he slowly peeled his eyes open. What the hell happened last night? He couldn't remember much that night. The stuff he did remember was the fact that his cousin came over, had a fight with his mother, and stormed off in tears. He sighed. He would have to text him whenever he gets his phone back to apologize for the trouble his mother caused. However, before he could think about it more, he felt his body shiver. Why was it so cold? He sat up in his bed. Right as he did that, he realized why it was so cold in his room. "What the... Where are my clothes?!"

He frantically looked around, hoping that he had just accidentally taken them off while he was sleeping. Yet, as his ruby eyes frantically looked around his bedroom, they quickly fell upon the small pile of his clothes. His phone sat right next to his clothes, the screen facing the ground. His eyes widened at the sight. There was no way he could have thrown them across the room if he was in a deep sleep! That means... Jason entered his room while he was asleep. His stomach churned at the thought. Did Jason have his way with him while he was unconscious? Was that his punishment for calling Haru? Did Jason use his phone to message Haru? Waves of nausea hit the ash-blonde over and over again as if he was in the ocean. If Jason had his way with him, what did he do to Haru? He could feel the intense feeling of dread overtook him, causing the nauseous feeling to increase. The thought of Jason having his way with him and Jason possibly talking to Haru bounced around in his head. However, as he continued to think about it, the nauseous feeling in his stomach only got worse. He put a hand up to his mouth as he felt the bile rise to his throat. The mixture of the horrifying realization of what he thought Jason did to him and the possibility of what he did to his cousin lingered with him. He quickly threw himself out of his bed and dashed towards the discarded pile of clothes. He did his best to put on his underwear and pants with one hand, while his other hand covered his mouth. Once he was able to get some form of clothing on, he rushed out of his room and into the bathroom. He quickly shut the door behind him, his face turning into a pale green. He hovered over the toilet, letting out a loud gag, before the contents of what little he had for dinner spewed out of his mouth. He was so disgusted with himself. Not only did he allow Jason to ravage his body once again, but he also allowed his cousin to get hurt. He let out a loud, raspy cough as he reached over for some toilet paper and wiped the bile from his lips. He didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe that Jason would violate him while he slept, but at the same time, he already hurt him twice. What would stop Jason from doing it when he slept? He straightened himself up as he fought back the urge to cry. He couldn't let himself break down, again. Jason had to be lurking around the house. It was almost like he was a predator, seemingly waiting for the ash blonde to break one of his rules and give him a reason to punish him.

He let out a tearful sigh, before opening the bathroom door. He figured it would be better to just come downstairs on his own, rather than having his mother or Jason yell for him. Right before he went down the stairs, he quietly walked back to his bedroom and grabbed a clean, bright orange t-shirt. He winced as the fabric brushed against the welts on his back, but deep down, he knew it was for the better. He couldn't allow Jason to stare at his body. He wouldn't allow Jason to ogle at his chest, just like he did before he married his mother. He let out a loud, shaky sigh before he opened the door and traveled down the stairs.

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"Well, look who decided to wake up," Jason said as he took a swig from his cup of coffee. He didn't even bother to look at Katsuki. "How was your sleep? You were pretty tired, weren't you? You zonked out almost immediately after you went to bed, last night!"

"Good morning, sir..." The ash-blonde started as he glanced around. His eyes slowly traveled over to the kitchen. As his eyes finally landed on the kitchen, he expected his mother to be while she prepared breakfast. To his surprise, she was nowhere to be found! Was she still sleeping? Or was she doing something upstairs?  "Where's my mom...?"