Reckless Abandon [Tomark]

Voyeur

I sat alone in the cafeteria, nursing a cold cup of coffee and staring out the window at the grey, rainy day. I was Tom, the loner, the outcast, the guy who didn't fit in. I didn't have friends, didn't have a clique, didn't have a social life. I was just a solitary figure, lost in a sea of faces.

It was college now, but things hadn't changed much since high school. Mark Hoppus was still the popular one, and I was still the target of his bullying. He'd been making my life hell since freshman year of high school, and it seemed like he had no intention of stopping.

I remembered the first time he'd picked on me. I was trying out for the school basketball team, and Mark was the star player. He'd laughed at my awkward shots, called me names, and made me feel like I was worthless. From that day on, he'd made it his mission to make my life miserable.

He'd follow me around, calling me names, pushing me into lockers, and stealing my lunch money. I'd tried to avoid him, but he was always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for his next opportunity to strike.

In college, things hadn't changed much. Mark was still the big man on campus, and I was still the nobody. He'd find me in the cafeteria, or in class, and he'd make fun of me, call me names, and humiliate me in front of everyone.

But today was different. Today, he'd gone too far. He'd taken my phone, and was texting my family, pretending to be me. He was making a fool out of me, and I couldn't take it anymore.

I stood up, my heart pounding, and confronted him. "Mark, that's enough," I said, my voice shaking.

He just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, Tom, you're so pathetic," he said. "You'll always be my little punching bag."

I felt a surge of anger, but before I could do anything, he'd grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. "You'll never be anything, Tom," he hissed. "You'll always be nothing."I tried to struggle, but Mark was too strong. He pinned me against the wall, his hands gripping my arms like vises. I felt a wave of fear wash over me as he glared at me, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You're worthless, Tom," he spat. "You're a nobody. You'll always be a nobody."

He raised his hand, and I flinched, expecting a blow. But instead of hitting me, he dragged me across the cafeteria, pulling me through the rows of tables. People stared as we passed, their eyes wide with shock and fascination.

Mark stopped at the door, and with a rough jerk, he flung me out into the hallway. I stumbled, my legs trembling, as he followed me out.

"You're pathetic, Tom," he sneered. "You're a joke. And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

He grabbed me again, this time by the hair, and dragged me down the hallway. I felt a jolt of pain as my scalp stung, and my vision blurred.

Suddenly, we were in a deserted corner of the campus, hidden from prying eyes. Mark slammed me against the wall, his fists clenched.

"You're mine, Tom," he growled.

I felt a surge of fear, mixed with a twisted sense of excitement. I knew I should be angry, I should be fighting back. But deep down, I was drawn to Mark's power.

And as he beat me, as he punched and kicked me, I felt a strange sense of release. It was like I was finally giving in to the desire that had been building inside me for so long.

I was trapped in Mark's web of bullying and desire, and I didn't know how to escape. But a part of me didn't want to. A part of me wanted to be trapped, wanted to be possessed by Mark's darkness.

As the pain washed over me, I felt a strange sense of ecstasy I'm still trapped..

I walked back to my dorm, my body aching from the beating, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. Why did Mark keep doing this to me? Why did he take pleasure in making my life miserable?