𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐘.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐬𝐢𝐱.

𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐖 : 𝐬𝐚 & 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧.

❝ and for you,
i keep my legs apart,
and forget about my tainted heart.

and i will never ever be the first to say it
but still i, you know i would do it,
push a button
pull the trigger, pull a mountain, jump off a cliff
cause you know baby,
i love you, love you a little bit ❞

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯.

when the rain stopped, it was around two am.

the boy did not budge, not even when he heard the older man get up from the bed, finally releasing him from the trapping embrace of his arms that controlled him throughout the night. how ironic of him to pretend as if he craved to be domestic- as if he had the right to hold him after what he had done that night; as if he had the right to sleep beside him and hold him close to his body , knowing that his only intent was to trap him and that was exactly what he had done; indigo laid there until he lost track of time, but the drugs never seemed to quite wear off- neither did the way he shook.

it was as if reality had completely faded.

for such an unemotional person to be forced to consume the fear and dehumanization they thought they could not be subject to ever feeling was a slap to the face; almost as if to tell him that he was fully human- fully capable of feeling a terror so deeply he'd never be detached from that emotion ever again.

it was like a sharp jab to his stomach with a jagged piece of glass, dripping with a poison that burrowed itself deep into indigo's stomach, infecting him with a passiveness that he could've never thought possible; a certain type of doom that indigo thought he would never had to experience again yet there he was again.

helpless.

his shallow breathe could barely keep up with the rapid pace of the way his heart beat in his chest as he heard rustling behind him in the bed. he pressed his eyes shut tighter than he had closed them the whole night, swallowing silently as the hand drawn over his stomach slowly withdrew with the rise of the man from the bed.

"indigo," the man hummed despite indigo's dead silence that obviously alluded to sleep though he had not gotten one wink the whole night; instead, he had forced himself to stay awake, losing track of time with only the pain in-between his legs as a reminder to differentiate between consciousness and sleep. "i know you're awake."

ev seemed to be amused at how the boy never once responded, chuckling over at him as he redressed himself.

"that's okay," ev hummed as he pulled his shirt over his head. "i will make it very clear so you can hear it in your sleep malysh. if i find you with that boy again, i'll tell him about how his boyfriend let another man fuck him and show him the tape. he seems.. the soft type, so i'm sure you don't want that to happen- do you?"