I Own You

Chapter 23

When Porsche awoke it was still night; the curtains were opened just a bit and he could see the dark starry sky. He had no idea of how long he had been unconscious but just by the amount of pain he felt it must have been for a while.

As he reached for the light on the night table bolts of searing pain shot through his body. He finally managed to turn on the light but he didn't need it to know what he would see. He could feel the dried blood caked to his inner thighs and buttocks and could smell the bloody discharge that had soaked into the sheets and had started to dry.

Tears formed in his eyes, not just from the pain but from the humiliation that he had been subjected to. It seemed the angrier that Kinn was the rougher he was on him. The pain was unbearable, maybe he was torn up badly thought Porsche. last time he was torn it took him almost a week to stand up from the bed,  it would take at least two-three weeks for this to mend.

Porsche was in so much pain. he can't do this anymore. continuous torture by the man who confessed to him. the same man who promised he is never going to hurt Porsche.What a joke. The same man tried to rape him in front of the guards.

Porsche just wanted a little affection and care. he knew how dangerous kinn was but still, the amount of fake love and care made him blind. Porsche wanted to smack his own head for his stupidity. He even fixed his mind to love his rapist..no..he did love Kinn. the way Kinn pays attention to the little things and affection..no fake attention ..all was fake..Porsche's heart really hurts..

He had to get out of here and find somewhere else to go.. somewhere very far away from Kinn.

It took all his effort to get out of bed. Using the walls as a brace he carefully and painfully made it to the bathroom, tears still coursing from his eyes, confirming the excruciating pain he felt, to find the bottle of painkillers in the medicine cabinet. He managed to get two down before he could no longer stand and sank to his knees.

Something keeps clamping his stomach..Porsche grabs his stomach and starts to bend forward..he doesn't understand but it felt like something is clawing at his stomach..more seconds pass the pain intensifies.

Porsche wanted to shout out for help. The pain is unbearable. every second stomach pain is increasing making him cry harder.

"Someone..please..please help me..it hurts..Kinn please..help me.." Porsche screamed harder as he was not able to stand. it took Porsche some time to remember the room is soundproofed.

Porsche thinks..he needs to get help.. something..some way to get out of here..he is totally aware that his condition is getting worse. the abdominal pain is increasing every second one to help or listen to his cries asking for help. He wants to go to his brother..Kinn please come faster..please help me..he prayed for the person who caused the pain to save him.

Porsche's vision got blurred..maybe he is bleeding too much. he tried to stand up at least if no one can hear him he still can bang on the door. There were always two guards in front of the bedroom. But standing is pure torture..he tried several times screaming in pain but was still unable to do..he remembered his phone.

His phone is in his jeans pocket. Porsche rubbed his eyes to clear his vision and looked around the room searching for the pants which kinn tore from his body. At last, he found it..He found the ripped pant under the bed.

Seeing his clothes still in a pile under the bed he tried to pull them over and searched his pants pockets for his cell phone. but it was impossible as every movement doubled the pain making him scream. he felt he is still bleeding. He tried to crawl over to the bed.

Being this close to the floor he noticed the trail of small blood drops he had left as he struggled toward the bed. Finally making it to the bed he tried to pull himself up but he collapsed back on the floor., He finally reached for the phone. The pain makes him whimper. he hardly griped the paining stomach, the tear must be pretty severe if it is still bleeding. It's probably worse than I thought. He thought to himself,

He had to think; he had to get out. Where to go? What to take? For how long, no, how long would it be before he was dragged back? Who could he call? Would anyone help him? Could anyone help him? He had become the textbook case of the abused boyfriend; could his love for Kinn compensate for the abuse he took at his hands? He was beginning to think not. Every time it got worse and worse. Even though Kinn promised he won't hurt Porsche. still, he did..I trusted you, Kinn..I forgave you..how could you do this to me..you said you love me..Porsche could only think making a new tear trail escaping his eyes..

There was one solution that kept coming to mind but he really didn't want to do it. He can't call his brother. he is still young to understand all these complicated things happening to him.Suddenly his phone rang,

Ring..Ring..

so with fresh tears in his eyes, he picked up his phone and answered..

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Kinn smiled as his phone got answered; he had anticipated a crying Porsche. When he left the mansion leaving an unconscious Porsche behind. He felt guilty, he shouldn't be rough still he could talk about it. But his anger ruined it..His ego didn't let him turn back and talk to Porsche. His ego was too much sometimes and he feels bad about all the things he said and done...to his pretty actor. But it is too late now.

All the way to his office Kinn thought about mending his mistake..yes..it was a mistake..his anger took control over him.. Porsche shouldn't do that..Kinn tried to convince him that whatever happened is not because of him.

Ever since he came to work he couldn't concentrate on anything. Porsche's crying face always pops up in his mind without letting him work. Kinn waited till the meeting finished to call Porsche to check on him. He didn't want any guards to see Porsche in his bed..He patiently waited a few hours as he know Porsche will take some time to gain consciousness.

Kinn decided..this time he will talk to Porsche alone. he can take his pretty actor to have a luxury date..his arrogance won't let him apologize but still, Kinn can get whatever Porsche wants. Porsche just has to name it..Kinn will get anything to his feet as compensation for today.

After finishing the meeting Kinn called Porsche, But when he called and the receiver answered Kinn suddenly became very concerned. While he listened to what the person had to say he grabbed his coat and headed for the door. Motioning Big to follow him he told the person on the other end of the line that he was on his way and hung up.

"Home BIg, quickly!" Kinn ordered. Big nodded his acknowledgement and both entered the elevator and descended to the parking garage.

Kinn looked quite concerned and Big knew enough not to question the man. The phone call had to be bad news, and it had to do with Porsche if they were headed home. They made it to the mansion in record time; there was little traffic on the streets this late at night. As they entered the mansion Big could see exactly how tense Kinn was. Whatever had been the cause of that phone call had set him on edge.

Kinn rushed into the mansion, ignoring the guards who evidently had been tensed. Kinn rushed to the bedroom and it was empty; he moved to the washroom door to find no one there. But something on the bed pulled his attention. There was a huge bloodstain where he had left Porsche. He spun around and almost ran into the guard that had followed them in.

"What happened? Where's Porsche?." For the first time in a long while Big saw a glimmer of fear and panic on his boss' face.