Bedless| Kellic (boyxboy)

four and a half

(same scenario as previous chapter)

I bit my lip as my eyes watered. He was still holding me there and I didn't want him to touch me. Why would he joke like that? It wasn't funny at all. I wasn't laughing.

He slid his hand up from my thigh to my waist, feeling the lace that held my hips. He raised an eyebrow and untied my robe, revealing my red panties. Oh fuck.

"Kellin? I thought I said nothing girly." His grip on my hip tightened roughly.

"I didn't have any boxers left." I lied.

"You're fucking lying to me. I don't like when you do that." He said, his voice gradually getting angrier.

He pushed me over and crawled on top of me.

"Let's see if you ever try to wear these again." He warned, taking the waistband and slapping it down.

"I-I'm sorry, Vic. Please just hold back on this one. I'm still in pain from your last beating. Please, Vic." I begged.

"Congrats. You've pissed me off even more, Kellin." He replied, grasping both of my thighs as tight as can. He dug his nails into my skin, making me hold back tears that had already been threatening to fall out. He raised his hands and rested them on my neck. They were rested until I felt the air being sucked out of my lungs.

Oh no.

He was going to kill me. This was it.

Everything began to get blurry as he choked me. I was trying to scream for help, hoping he'd stop. I couldn't breathe. I was squirming on the couch. I didn't know what to do. All I knew was that I didn't want to die. Not like this.

I lifted my leg and used all my strength that I had left to kick him in his crotch.

"Ow, what the fuck, Kellin?! What's wrong with you?!" He yelled, letting go and holding the now sore area.

"Why, Vic?! Why?! Why do you do this shit to me?" I screamed. "I can't do this! I love you, can't you see that?! Why don't you fucking love me back? I try my hardest to be everything for you and the only thing you do is hurt me! I can't live this way! You don't even want me! Tell me, why the fuck am I here? It's bullshit! I can't take it!"

Tears poured out of my eyes as I yelled at the one I loved.

"You should've known better than to yell at me, Kellin. I own you. No matter what you say, you're mine." He glared at me. His voice was horrifyingly calm, yet, the look on his face was just horrifying.

I crawled off the couch and walked away from him, afraid of what he'd do.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He said, chasing me.

He grabbed me and pinned me against the wall aggressively. I yelling for him to stop. He wasn't listening.

"Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again!" He spit in my face.

I cried loudly. It was like he couldn't hear me. He could only hear the words that I had yelled at him before.

He untied my robe quickly and pushed it off of my shoulders. It dropped to the floor, again revealing the red lace that held my hips, but also the bruises he had painted on me over time.

"You didn't cover them up?! You fucking idiotic piece of shit!" He roared.

I felt his hand hit my face, causing a stinging sensation in my cheek. He stormed away from me and I took the opportunity to make a run for it. I ran up the nearby stairs and opened the door to my room. Just I was about to step in, I felt Vic's tight grip around my wrist. He pulled me toward him with force.

The next thing I knew,  a small frying pan was flying towards my face and that was the last thing I saw.