Ponyboy's P.O.V.
Pain. That's all I can feel now. Not just physical pain, no, but also emotional and mental pain. Physical from all the rape from every single boy here. Emotional from the broken heart considering I just 'did it' with people other than Johnny and I cooperated. Mental because I was beating myself up in my mind. I hated myself now. I actually did what they said. I was now curled up in a ball in the corner of the basement. I had on nothing, but my shirt and underwear. I didn't really care. I was too traumatized to care. Too hurt and upset to care. I heard the door open and close, but I kept staring at the wall in the distance. I knew someone was here in the basement and they wanted something, but I paid no attention to them. I was suddenly shoved to the floor and someone hovered over me. "Hey babe." A voice said. "Can you leave me alone?" I whispered. "I'm sorry. What was that?" He asked. "Can you leave me alone!" I shouted. I felt a hand in my hair. He tugged my head up and looked at me. "I can't. I have a need and you're the only one who can help." He said. "Logan...please." I cried. He smiled and pulled me into a sitting position.
I groaned as he tugged on my underwear. "Logan..." I moaned. He pulled them off and gently grabbed it. I moaned softly and whimpered. "If your gonna moan, then moan." He said gruffly. I moaned loudly as he continued. He leaned up and kissed my neck. I sucked in a breath and let it out. I felt myself coming to my high as he went faster. "L-Logan!" I shouted. "Come on." He grunted. "I-I'm gonna- I'm gonna..." I trailed off as it became too much to speak. I felt myself tense as I came all over the floor for the millionth time. I panted as Logan looked at me. He stood and walked away and left me alone in the basement again. I finally quit panted and pulled on my underwear. "I hate me." I whispered.
