☆ Painting portraits of his obsession with the blood of his victims was his Deadly Infatuation ☆
"How dare he? How can he let someone other than Kim ever touch him? Does he not know? Is he not aware of who he belongs to? That his whole body belongs...
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Chay is running through the forest. Darkness enveloping almost everything around him. Every step he takes is accompanied by cracking of leaves and tree branches. His breathing is heavy, and his legs are starting to hurt. But he can't stop now. He has to continue running. He has no other choice. He doesn't want to die. No, no, he can't die! He takes a quick move slightly to the right, but his hand gets under the root of a tree growing out of the soil.
He trips. Falling over, he hits his head into a rock down on the ground. He can feel something warm and wet dripping down his forehead. Blood. A stinging pain shoots through his whole body. It's like it enters every single nerve his body consists of. He rolls over to his back. Eyes shooting up towards a man, a nightmare. Someone who should have been dead.
Josh grins down at Chay, "what were you thinking, you dummy? Letting someone else touch you, fuck you, use you? Someone else besides me? SOMEONE ELSE BESIDES ME?! Such a stupid little boy! Didn't you learn anything from me? You think that someone like you will ever be really happy? You think that someone like you deserves to be treated nicely? I don't think so. Look at yourself. Skin so clear... The only thing that 's covering it are those stupid hickeys from that monster. You know what it should be covered in instead? Bruises the size of my fists. Reddened by the impact of my palm. Burned by the cigarettes. Cut by a knife..." Josh chuckles... it's deep and soulless, and it makes Chay cry.
"There's so many possibilities."
"Stop. Stop. Please, stop!" Chay cries out. He wants to get up and run again, but he can't. It's like something is pressing right on his body. Right on his chest. And he can't move. No matter what. He just can't move. He feels like his body is going to completely collapse and he is going to shatter into dust, and his bones will disappear completely. And maybe that would be better. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be anywhere near Josh ever again. He rather disappears forever. He rather dies.
He was free. He was free from Josh. He was finally feeling safe in a relationship. Someone finally loved him the way he should be loved. Chay knows he deserves to be loved. He knows it.
"You don't deserve to be loved or treated nicely. Do you hear me, Porchay?" Josh leans down to Chay and wraps his cold fingers around Chay's neck. "I'm going to find you, Porchay. And I'm going to give you what you really deserve. I'm going to fucking find you!" Josh yells right in Chay's face, and that's when Chay finally wakes up.
Textbooks and papers scattered all over the floor and the table. Chay's laptop still opened, sitting dangerously at the edge of the coffee table. Clock on the wall ticking just a couple of minutes away from 4 AM.
Chay slowly sits up. His heart is hammering so fast and hard in his ribcage that he thinks any second his ribs are going to fall apart and penetrate his lungs, and he is going to die from the lack of oxygen. His hands are shaking so much. He remembers the last time they shook like this. It was a week before Josh died... before Kim killed him. Chay refused to have sex with Josh. So instead, he almost got into a hospital. His body was so bruised he was afraid to leave for two weeks, afraid that someone would notice. He shouldn't stop the shaking of his hands for hours that night.
