Help Me Forget (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1

~One Week Earlier~
My best friend and I walked home and to school everyday together. Jenna was her name. She had a very bubbly personality and we was pleasant to be around. "Who do you think is cute?" She would ask everyday. "No one." I would answer. She would look at me and pout and we would then talk to each other about our day, teachers we don't like, parties that were going to happen. We would laugh the entire walk to her out. I would drop her on and continue home. Today was different though. On my way home, I felt someone grab me. I turn to the hand to hit whoever had Mr, but everything went black and pain shot through my head.

~Time Skip~
I woke up and realised I was chained up to a wall. My phone was shattered on the floor, definitely thrown at the wall more then once. I didn't recognize this place. A light shine from a dim light blue strung from the ceiling. Then he walked in.

"Oh, you are awake." He said, sounding amused. His twisted face turned into a smirk. He looked at me. "That won't do." He said as he got closer. He has a blade. He pushed the blade to me neck and my eyes widen in fear. He cut my shirt off and continued down to my pants. He pulls them off with my boxers, leaving me naked. He put a collar on me and let me off the chains. I tried to stay away from him, making him tug me back. "I'm tired of this shit..." He says as he a gun out and points it at me. "... Are you going to be a good little slave?" He asks pointing the gun between my eyes. I nod my head quickly getting close. "Good." He says full of pride. Sick. Fucking. Pride. He pulled his cock out of his pants and pushed it into my mouth, moaning. He kept the gun pointed at my head as he made me do this, he was moaning in fucking pleasure while I made whimpering sounds through fear. I am terrified.

~Time Skip~
I have put up with blowjobs, handjobs, and sex for 7 days. He fucked me more then I wanted in my life he was so lustfilled that he forgot to tie me correctly and got me close to the gun. I picked it up and waited until he next came.

He came into the room. "What brought me to this?" Is what I ask myself as I pull the gun up to his head. His face showed fear for a second before replaced with a smirk as he said, "You wont do it." I pull the trigger at least 3 times, leaving a hole in his head. What had I just done?

I laid there for a while in the pool of his blood before I heard the police cars... 'Shit.'