𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𖹭 𝐦.𝐫

it's toxic... but it feels so good
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"You wanna act like a fucking slut? You'll get treated like one." Mattheo barges into my dorm and grabs my arm, pulling me out of it as I struggle.

"Let go! I haven't done anything!"

Mattheo was 2 years older than me, he was 17 and I was 15. We were in a secret relationship... if you could even call it that.

He had full control over me, he was obsessive with me and how dependent I was on his approval was unhealthy.

If I did anything that he didn't like, he made me strip and kneel before him, and count to 100.

He would make me touch myself infront of him, taking pictures if he was moody with me.

He had carved his initials into the sensetive skin of my inner thigh after the first time we had sex.

Then again, there was the basic punishments of him spanking me. With a leather belt.

All this was amongst other things that he did to humiliate me and only make me crave him more.

I know that this was wrong and I had spent countless nights crying my heart out in fear of losing him.

When in reality, I would probably be happier if I lost him.

But, when its good, its so good.

He treated me so nicely if I was good and he made me feel wanted. Loved, if you will.

He bathed me while I was shaking after a rough time with him, he held me while I cried because of something he did.

He tells me that I'm his world and he's telling the truth, right?

But right now, I could sense how angry he was as he - literally - pushed me into his dorm and locked the door.

I quickly get up from the floor and back away.

"Mattheo, I haven't done anything! Ple-"

"Cormac? Tutoring you? He is the most stupid guy I know. The story isn't aligning."

"He was just helping me with a pro-"

"I don't wanna hear it."

He grabs my already brusing wrist and shoves me onto his bed, unbuttoning his shirt as I tried to get up.

"Y/n. Don't test my patience. Strip."

I tear up, but I pull my shirt over my head anyway. He smirks.

"Mattheo pl-"

"Y/n." He snaps, shutting me up.

He's just im his boxers now and I can still feel his demeanor - oh, hes angry.

"Don't you understand that your mine? You gave yourself to me after you took your clothes off for me and slutted yourself out for me. Cause that's what you are, hm? A fucking whore."

I was just in my underwear now and he spread my legs, slipping my panties off.

He ties my legs apart and stares down at me when he's finished doing this. I shuffle around, intimidated by his stare.