Give Me Love (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Andy Biersack as Satan ^^

Satan's POV:

The men that barged through the door looked menacing but not nearly as mean looking as some of the demons in Hell. But the boy, whose name I now know as Rayne, looked terrified.

He was a very scrawny boy who seemed in his mid teens with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. He was pretty cute.

Anyways back to the present, Rayne had started to undress and I could see all of the cuts and scars lining his frail body. Some were still bleeding too. Damn what did this kid go through? The men advanced on him and I saw him glance back at me nervously, like he didn't want me to see what was about to happen.

I saw the lust in these men's eyes and the state Rayne was in and the pieces connected. These men are going to rape him. Just by the stuff in the room I should have been able to tell this was not a normal room for humans. In Hell rooms with ropes and chains were quite common so I didn't think much of it.

By now Rayne was fully naked and the leader of the group quickly grabbed his upper arm and dragged him over to the blood stained chains hanging on the far wall. Rayne was struggling as the man strapped his wrists to them and he cried out in pain as one of the other men pulled a lever that raised the chains and pulled him off the ground.

The harsh raising of his arms high above his head caused some of the cuts on his back and stomach to rip opens. The men laughed, happy about the pain they were causing Rayne.

"Okay boys. You know the rules. No use of anything else then the things in this room. No fatal wounds. And no drugs. I don't want to take this faggot to the hospital." The leader, who I presume is Rayne's father announced.

"You guys paid for two hours and that is all I'm giving you. Have fun" The father said with a smirk as he walked out of the room.

Rayne looked indifferent to his father's speech. His face was blank showing no emotions at all.

I was about to step up and stop these men from doing what they want to Rayne when he looked up at me. His expression telling me not to do anything. I was confused as to why he didn't want me to stop them. I projected my voice into his head asking him why not. He looked freaked out at first but then I heard a small voice in my head saying that it wouldn't help anything.

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After the men were finished they all left looking very satisfied. Rayne was left hanging, bloody and exhausted, from the chains. His father walked over to him and patted his face quite roughly.

"You got me a lot of money you little whore so for that I'll give you some food."

He walked over to the lever and quickly released the chains causing Rayne to drop to the hard floor. He groaned and rolled onto his stomach and attempted to get to his knees but fell. I know demons are said to not have any emotions but that is not true. We have all of the emotions humans have, most of us just act on anger or hate.

For some reason this boy whom I've just meet made me want to help him and make him happy. And seeing him barely consciousness on the floor with his own father throwing scraps of food at him made me furious.

I stepped forward when his father left and helped Rayne sit up. He flinched at my touch but then relaxed against me.

"Why d-do I feel so comf-fortable around you? I just f-feel safe around you. W-why?" He mumbled looking confused.

"That is because you brought me up to the mortal realm and I am connected to you by your blood. I am yours to control. Well for a price of course."

He looked up at me from his crouched position in front of me. He was so blooded and weak. I was getting worked up just looking at him. Oh I am going to make that pathetic excuse of a father a special place in Hell. Along with all of those 'friends' of his.

"Come on let's get you cleaned up and feed. You need rest. Now where is your bathroom?"

"U-um. I d-don't have a b-bathroom. I have a b-bucket that my f-father makes m-me use." He blushed seemingly embarrassed.

What the fuck is wrong with this man? Even the demons treat their own young better than this man.

"Ughhhhhh okay fine. I guess it should be okay to use my powers here. Not like anyone would notice really."

Rayne's confused expression turned into one of surprise and amazement when I magically formed a tub of water and some soap and a cloth. I chuckled a bit at his innocence, it was adorable.

I quickly scooped up his light body and set him gently in the tub.

"I-it's warm! How d-did you do t-that?!"

"I'm the lord of Hell. If I couldn't do this what kind of ruler would I be?"

He sat quietly while I was washing him and grimaced when I went over the wounds to clean off the blood.

"So how old are you Rayne?" I asked. Truly interested. I want to get to know this fragile boy better.

"S-sixteen."

"Ha I was right! Okay. Another question...um....OH! What is your full name?"

Rayne just stared at me his face with a look of confusion and amusement.

"What? A demon can't ask a few questions? Gosh, mortals are so judgmental!"

He slightly giggled at this. GIGGLED! Oh my gosh could he get any cuter?

"N-no. It's fine t-that you ask q-questions it's just t-that you are s-so childish. I a-always thought that S-satan would b-be more s-serious."

"I am when I have serious matters to deal with but it just gets so boring."

"M-may I um....n-never mind. It's s-stupid."

"No go ahead and ask me."

"W-well um h-how old are y-you?"

"Hahaha you were so nervous to ask me that? Well I am centuries old in human years but only about eighteen in demon years. We don't really concern ourselves with trivial matters like age or gender in Hell."

"Wow! T-that's so cool! What's y-your actual n-name?"

"Well you can call me Dexter. That is what my close friends call me."

"Dexter? It s-sounds so n-normal."

"Yeah. Yeah I know. But it is the name I choose so deal with it."

"I l-like it." He blush and slid deeper in the warm water.

"Okay. Okay. We need to get you cleaned up so be quiet." I said with a playful voice.

"O-okay."

And he did something amazing.

He smiled.