Psychotic Guardian [Mephisto Boys Club Series #2]

CHAPTER 28: Tainted Blood

WARNING!

This Chapter contains physical violence, mental abuse, and mature scenes that may be disturbing and not suitable to some readers.

Reader discretion is advised.

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Ishamar's POV

"If you're afraid of them, stab yourself and die. But if you're way more afraid to die, point the knife to them, then... kill them."

W-what?

What kind of choices is this?

To kill myself or to kill someone?

Just how will I kill someone?

"Why are you doubting, Ishamar?" bulong pa ng boses sa likuran ng aking tainga. "Are you planning to die slowly while your trauma was eating your sanity? Are you just gonna accept what happened? Are you just let them go and live happily?"

That... I don't want that to happen. Of course I'm mad. I hated all the things happened. It was fine if they just beat my body until I'm half dead but... to stick their d*ck on my whole of all places and of all people?

But the other choice... I don't think I can kill someone.

Is there no other choice? Should it be really needed someone to die?

"You barely have any time to spare."

Bumalik ang aking paningin sa harapan at napasigaw nang nahawakan ako ng isa sa mga lalaki hanggang sa dumapo na ang maraming kamay sa aking katawan.

Napangiwi na lang ako nang malakas na bumagsak ang aking katawan sa sahig. Pagkamulat ng aking mata ay tumambad sa aking harapan ang kutsilyo na nakatutok sa akin at sa ibabaw ko ay nakaupo ang isang lalaki na madilim ang mukha. Nakahawak ito sa kamay ko na nakahawak sa kutsilyo hanggang sa unti-unti niya iyong itinutulak pababa.

"What now, Ishamar? Are you willing to kill yourself? Are you gonna accept that what happened was your fault? That if you just didn't came back to that place, nothing should have happened. You shouldn't have beaten like this. And... you shouldn't have raped."

Because of what he said, I started to blame myself. He's right. Those things won't happen if I stayed away from that apartment until I paid fully our debts. I miscalculate the situation.

I guess, I should just accept to die now. After all, before I even lose my consciousness I was wishing to die at that moment. There's no difference at all. And also, is there any reason for me to struggle to live?

No. Not at all.

If killing myself is a big sin just because I can't take the torture anymore... then be it. I bet, burning in hell is way more bearable than living with this f*cked up memories.

Ipinikit ko na lang ang aking mata at hinayaan ang kutsilyo. Mariin akong napalunok nang maramdaman ang tulis ng kutsilyo sa aking leeg kasabay ng pagtulo ng mainit na dugo roon.

"You accepted death, huh? I see, your brain still refuse to grasp the reality. Then, before you even die, watch this."

Iminulat ko ang aking mata at lumitaw sa aking harapan ang screen ng phone. Nakita ko ang isang text message na nagmula sa phone number ko. May naka-attach na video roon na pindot nito kaya nag-play ito. Nakatutok lang ang aking mata na sa screen at pinapanood ang video.

In that... I can see my miserable state being made fun of those six guys. They inserted six different d*cks on my hole. They were laughing evily and moaning like they were really having pleasure pounding a man's *sshole.