DECEPTION Vol.1 [COMPLETE ]

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

JC was kneeling down the floor, completely naked, with a riding crop in his right hand. His back was lacerated; some of the whip marks had opened his flesh. His head hung low. He looked so broken and hurt. I could see a mess everywhere: clothes, trash, half-empty glasses and liquor bottles.

I froze in horror, unable to react immediately. I felt my stomach twisting, my eyes began to blur; I wanted to cry, seeing him like this, so broken and hurting himself-it was killing me. Suddenly, a strangled sob escape from his throat. The sound of it was like a call for help and woke me from my trance.

"JC," I sobbed his name softly.

He raised his gaze to me, startled and shocked at my intrusion. He swiftly got up and approached me a look of fury on his face. His penis looked extremely big. It hung down, and as he walked, it bounced at the sides of his thighs. I could not take my eyes off it.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he shouted at me. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. I was too shocked at his reaction, and the words just would not come out.

Then JC's mouth turned up on one side in a wicked leer. He began to stroke himself and became erect immediately. His erection was so long and thick that even his own hand could not close over his shaft.

"You want to finish what we left three days ago? You want me to fuck you with my big cock? That's what you came for, right?"

Finally, some words came out of my mouth. "W-Why ..." I hiccupped. "Why are you t-treating me like this?" I sucked in a choked sob. "Please, JC, I love you! I am here to help you with whatever problem you have. Remember, you love me too. You gave me this ring." I was choking with my own words.

JC looked at me as if he was struggling in thoughts. His face was ashen. "You have the most beautiful turquoise eyes I have ever seen," he said, looking sadly at my eyes.

"What's wrong, JC?" I asked him, sobbing now. His emerald eyes were dark with desolation.

He looked down at his hand, removed his ring from his finger, and held it in his hand for a second. Then his hand closed over it so tightly that his arm trembled. It was as if he wanted to crush the ring and everything we'd had together. He threw it at my feet, and it bounced to the wall. I cried out loud at the sight of him throwing away our vows.

"This is just a piece of shit. Did you really believe all the fucking things I told you? It was bullshit. I just wanted your body, I just wanted to fuck you." He laughed, his laugh felt like a knife in my heart. "I didn't think you were this naïve," he said.

His cruelty took my breath away, I felt as if I were suffocating. There was a physical pain in my chest so strong that I thought for a moment I might pass out right there. I felt myself sway.

"Get the fuck out of here!" he screamed.

I hiccupped, still trying to catch my breath. I stood there looking at his eyes, imploring him silently to feel a little compassion for me, but there was no trace of kindness or gentleness left.

"Just fucking go already!" he screamed at me again, this time more loudly. I jumped in fright as he pushed me backwards by my shoulders.

I backed down the hallway to the door on unsteady feet, sobbing and gasping, feeling lost and hollow. As I reached the door, a broken sob escaped from my throat, and I turned and ran, not wanting him to see me like this anymore. I ran as if someone was chasing me. One of my sandals broke and I fell hard on the gravel path, hitting my forehead. I didn't even register the physical pain; I was aware of nothing except the excruciating pain in my heart.