Death Sounds Like A Melody (Merome)

Chapter 20 - I Fall

STRONG TRIGGER WARNING

Mitch's POV

I wake with start. My eyes are wide as I look at my surroundings. I'm in a medium sized dirty room made out of stone. There are no windows so it's almost pitch black if it wasn't for the candle to the side of the room. By the looks of it, I'm in a basement. I try to move my hands, but look to see that my arms have been chained to the wall. But, the bandage has been taken off, making the long scar visible to prying eyes. I'm naked too, showing all of cuts.

I quiver in fear but try to stop myself. I can't let know Ty I'm afraid. I don't want to show any weaknesses toward him. Trust me, I know. There are too many CSI shows on Netflix. And I have way too much spare time.

Suddenly, the door opens, revelling a ghostly figure. I quiver a little in fear as the door shuts and who I am assuming is Ty walks up to me. I was right. He smirks as he observes my body. He looks at every cut, every single Impurity. Even...down there.

I stare at him, trying not to show any emotion. It's a little hard though, cause you know, I am chained to a fucking wall in what could be sex dungeon. I know what's going to happen, there is no point in denying it.

"Oh Mitch, I can't believe you destroyed your body. You were so sexy back in the day." He whispers hoarsely into my ear, making a shiver run down my spine. I only whimper as an answer, not even capable  to put two words together. I'm scared, of course. It's a natural response to be scared of your captor, especially when you've had a bad past with them.

"But between me and you." He whispers yet again, nibbling on my ear lobe making me gasp lightly. "I find it even more of a turn on." He breaths against my neck and starts to furiously bite on that spot. I whimper I close my eyes, trying to forget the sandpaper lips scratching against my delicate skin.

"Please Ty, don't do this." I breath. Suddenly, there is a burning sensation left on my cheek. Tears come to my eyes as Ty stares at me, hand still raised form slapping me. . He gets right up into my face, making my heart skip a beat. He grabs my hair and pulls it back making me cry out.

"You listen to me now, Mitchell. You belong to me. You my little toy I can do anything I want to. You can't do anything without my permission. I don't think your boyfriend will find you anytime soon, so if I were you I'd just shut my mouth and enjoy the ride~." He clenches. I nod vigorously, too afraid to say no to him. He smirks and his hands start to go my sides, making me shiver. I hurts when he purposely digs his fingernails into my cuts, making me cringe.

Then, within the next few hours, I've never felt so violated and disgusting my life.

Worthless.
Whore.
Bitch.
Unwanted
Hopeless
Weak
Coward
Faggot
Slut
Dirty
Unloved
Used
Whimp
Ugly
Disgusting
Toy

I believe it.

-~*~-

Jerome's POV

I sit in the police station along with the gang, waiting for a police officer to come and question us. I don't think I will be able to explain anything, because I'm still in shock. My boyfriend just got kidnapped by his rapist. I think anyone would be a little bit traumatised if that happened to their love.

Mitch...he has been through too much. He doesn't deserve everything that has happened to him. First, His mother dies,  then he starts to get bullied, brother and sister died, got raped by his best friend, came to a new school, started to get bullied again, and then his past came back to haunt him. It's starting to overwhelm me too. I've always been the strong one. I've always been Mitch's shoulder to cry on. But now, I'm not there anymore.