ok time to get the tw's out of the way, This chapter has vomiting, slight self harm and forced vomiting. Basically Jeremiah hating on himself.
*Jeremiah*
Everyday I wake up more sore than the last. This time it's not just my arms, but legs throat and groin as well. I was violated and dirty. I was used as a toy and just left there. I was becoming less human.
There was yet again delicious food in the fridge which i tried to eat. It tasted too salty and made me vomit. It tasted like his dick. I tried to drink water but vomited. It tasted like his semen. I was starving but the thought of something in my mouth made me nauseous. My throat hurt even more now. My neck wasn't chained up anymore and there was a first aid kit with instructions on the bathroom counter. I showered for at least two hours long after the water turned cold. I rubbed my whole body raw with soap and washed my mouth with soap as well. When I got out I just stood in front of the mirror until I had dried off watching the water drip, drip, drip, until there was no water left. I took the bandages out of the kit and carefully followed the instructions to treat my wounds. All I saw in the mirror was someone who was used. I walked towards the toilet and even though I had nothing left to vomit I used my pointer and middle finger to tickle the back of my throat over and over till the gagging turned into vomiting. I knew I couldn't get his cum fully out of me but I had to try.
I laid in the bathroom floor my abdomen aching from the forced construction. My throat was sandpaper that was lit on fire. I couldn't even muster the strength to crawl out to the bed. I just stayed and listened to the clock. I drifted to sleep at some point.
I woke up still on the floor of the bathroom but was able to get up this time. I felt dizzy but could walk. I stumbled to the bed and collapsed. The blankets were the softest thing I had ever felt and it comforted me more than it should have. I turned the tv on and fell asleep listening to the sound of the history channel.
*Him*
I couldn't watch as he scrubbed his body raw and destroying his esophagus by continued vomiting far past when there wasn't anything to vomit. I knew I had to just let him work it out, it's my fault my Jeremiah is like this. I wanted to hold him and tell him it will all be ok but I couldn't. I tired but couldn't hold myself back and walked down to his room. I pulled the chair up to the bed and sat holding his hand as he slept. His brow was hot and damp he had a fever. I changed his bandages and applied a balm all over him to help with the rawness of his skin.
491 words- I know it's short but the next one has smut and I don't want this part mixed in with smut soooo
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Kindly Abused | 18+
Romance*labeled as a romance because of sexual scenes, I think it's more of a physiological thriller* Jeremiah knows there is no way out. This room is calculated, too planned out for the man to have kidnapped him on a whim. TW for rape, abuse, vometing, et...
