I love u with all my Heart (A Short-Story)

In the Midst of Mayhem

Warning:

This can be very triggering. There are scenes of sexual assault, abuse, and rape. So, if you are uncomfortable and triggered by such events, kindly refrain from reading. Thank you!

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Flashback continuous:

Way sat in the center of the table, a calm observer amidst the chaos, his demeanor unnervingly composed. He took a leisurely sip from his beer, the casualness of his actions contrasting sharply with the horror unfolding in front of him. His eyes flickered with amusement as he watched Babe's torment, a smirk playing on his lips. For Way, this was entertainment, a twisted spectacle that fueled his ego and entertained his friends.

"Well, looking at that huge hole, I mean that tunnel," He laughed and gestured casually at his beer can, a mocking grin spreading across his face. "I think he can take this as well in there," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "What do you guys think? Shall we find out?"

The room erupted in laughter, a cruel chorus that echoed off the walls, filling the air with an oppressive sense of dread.

Babe wailed, his voice cracking with desperation as he begged for mercy, pleading with Way and his friends. "Please, stop! Just let me go!" His cries fell on deaf ears. Babe's pleas were met with sneers and condescending remarks, each one driving the knife of humiliation deeper into his heart.

"Come on, Babe, lighten up! It's all in good fun! Come on, now! "Hey, let him go, guys! Stop pinning him down like that; he's scared. Babe, come here! Walk up to me."

He waved his beer bottle in the air, a smirk plastered on his face. "Here, take this! I've heard you've admired me your whole life. I'm your idol, right? So, what do you think, how many people are as lucky as you to have an opportunity like this? This is a lifetime experience! You should be proud of yourself! So come, take this in your hole, and think of it as your husband's cock and show us how would you ride. And then you are free to go, No one will stop you. "We all just want to understand how two men can have a romantic or a sexual relationship. Just give us a demo!"

Babe felt a wave of nausea wash over him, the sickening churn in his stomach, a physical manifestation of the turmoil raging inside. Each taunting laugh echoed in his ears, compounding his shame and fear. The lights in the room felt blinding, illuminating the cruel faces surrounding him, their smiles twisted with malice. In that moment, he felt small, as if his very essence was being laid bare for their amusement. The bottle that Way held up like a trophy felt like a reminder of everything he loathed about this encounter, a token of his degradation.

There was no escape. He was trapped with no way out. One of the men began to feel agitated, his impatience bubbling over as he scanned the room, seeking validation for his twisted entertainment. The laughter that had once seemed jovial now took on a darker tone, tinged with a sense of aggression. He leaned forward, his brows furrowed, as if the spectacle before him wasn't delivering the satisfaction he craved. "Come on, this isn't even fun anymore!" he shouted, frustration lacing his voice. "Let's teach this abomination a lesson he'll remember for the rest of his life!" He took the bottle from Way's hand and stand behind Babe, His eyes were scanning Babe, making him feel small, almost insignificant. "You like to take right, here you go," and with that he shoved the bottle inside Him.

He gasped, a sharp pain surged through him like a lightning bolt, the force of the shove knocking the breath out of Babe and sending a jolt of pain through his body. For a moment, time seemed to freeze as the world around him blurred into insignificance. His breath caught in his throat. Babe doubled over, he wanted to clutch his abdomen as the pain pulsed relentlessly. It felt as though something inside him was tearing apart, the sensation was almost alien in its intensity. A strangled gasp escaped his lips, transforming into a scream that echoed in the room, a desperate sound that reflected his torment. "Help me!" he wanted to cry, but all that emerged was a choked sob, swallowed by the weight of his suffering. Each surge of pain was a cruel reminder of his vulnerability, the world narrowing to him and the unbearable sensation consumed him. He felt small, as if he were nothing more than a plaything caught in a cruel game.