My Safe Haven

Chapter : 1: My personal hell

Warning: This chapter contains non-consensual touching, violence, strong language, blood, emotional manipulation, abuse, and graphic descriptions of sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠

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Thoughts are in italic...

Saras's POV

"Sorry, baby, I got a little angry, didn't I? Don't worry, let me make it up to you. Let's have some fun." Tamas dragged him into the bedroom and locked the door.

"T-Tamas, no!" Saras trembled, his fear finally surfacing.

Tamas smirked, Monster.

He gritted his teeth, feeling helpless. It had been six years since Tamas kidnapped him. At first, Saras thought it was for money, but that wasn't it.

He had no idea what the reason was, and he didn't even know if he was still in his country. Now, they were in an apartment complex where Tamas abused him day and night. If only Saras could escape and call for help... but he had tried before, and it didn't end well.

He remembered his brother, his bhaiya, who tried to save him when Tamas dragged him to his car. His brother's face was the only one Saras remembered, and he longed to meet him again. He just wanted to hug his bhaiya and cry his heart out.

Tamas locked the door. He felt hopeless and he hated it.

"Stop" He said, trembling with fear. Tamas just smirked.

Tamas undressed himself, then ripped Saras's clothes and shoved a dry finger aggressively into him. He almost blacked out from the pain.

Suddenly, he felt a stinging sensation on his cheek; Tamas had slapped him. "Eyes on me," Tamas growled. Tears welled up in Saras's eyes. He didn't want this. He didn't want any of it."

His body shivered with pain. "I'll make you scream today," Tamas threatened. Saras's breath hitched in terror.

He felt like passing out from just the fingering; he couldn't bear to imagine what would happen when Tamas went further.

He bit his lip to stifle the scream and breathed heavily. Seeing the blood, his tormentor became even more excited and entered him forcefully.

Saras felt like he was being ripped apart. Without giving him any time to adjust, Tamas started moving. Saras couldn't take it anymore and screamed in pain and protest, but his cries were ignored.

"Does it feel good baby."

Stop.

Tamas used more force. Stop I can't breathe.

He drifted in and out of consciousness. Just when he thought he would pass out from the overwhelming pain and lack of oxygen, his tormentor finally finished inside him.

Disgusting!

Saras closed his eyes in even greater disgust than pain. The disgusting liquid trickled down his thighs, making him shiver with disgust.

Suddenly, he was picked up and positioned differently. Of course, his misery was far from over.

After what seemed like forever, Tamas's phone rang. He groaned in frustration and picked it up.

"You better have something important to disturb me, or..." The threat was clear, and his tone was menacing. Saras shivered unconsciously.

He could hear the person on the other side, whose voice was shaking when he answered, "B-Boss, th-there's an e-emergency."

"Argh, fine. I'll be there, and don't mess anything up further," Tamas growled. The person on the line squeaked, "Yes, sir," and hung up.

Tamas pulled out of Saras, who looked pale and almost lifeless. He wanted to die. He went to the closet, changed into a suit, and then walked closer to Saras, whispering, "Baby, I'm going out. Be a good boy for me, okay?"

Although Tamas was smiling, Saras could see the threat in his eyes. He nodded, unable to speak due to fear. Tamas smiled at him one last time, kissed him on the forehead, and walked out of the room, Saras was trying not to gag.

After a moment, Saras heard a click and realized he was locked in again. He smiled self-deprecatingly and stayed on the bed to gather himself a bit before dragging his aching body to the bathroom to wash the filth off.

After scrubbing himself raw, he put on some clothes and went to the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

It had become his only solace. He looked at the people in the nearby park, smiling and laughing. Saras just imagined himself doing those things and being happy.

There was a kid laughing and playing with someone Saras assumed was his father. They looked so happy. He smiled a little and whispered "Papa" to himself, but suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He immediately stiffened; Tamas never knocks.

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