Broken Submission

Fear

 Chapter Two~ Fear

"Number 43! Virgin, Female, 6988!"

There was a push, and I landed harshly on the ground next to the announcer. I scrambled to get up, but the man just pushed me down again. With a surge of resistance, I lifted my head. I regretted that when I saw all the people before me. My eyes were wide, and I froze. Why were all these people here? There was a pain in my neck when the man again shoved my head down.

"Don't be disrespectful, sl-t!" he hissed.

I trembled, keeping my head bowed. I tried to calm down, to regulate my breathing, but I just couldn't seem to. All around me, I could hear voices yelling, but I didn't know what they were saying. It felt like I had cotton in my ears. My eyes were blurry from the tears that were threatening to fall, and my body was shaking in fear and panic. Even through all this fear though, I still felt a burning in my core. A desire.

Then a hand was on my shoulder.

I jumped. That was when I realized everything was silent now. With a small amount of both courage and curiosity, I lifted my head to see I wasn't on that stage anymore. I panicked even more and looked around so quickly, I almost had whiplash. Then I felt the hand again. The touch was like a gentle fire, causing my skin to burn. It wasn't unpleasant, but I felt embarrassed and very confused.

"I think it's time we have some fun, wh*re," the man growled.

Suddenly, I was lifted from the floor and thrown onto the bed. I had no clothing, and I felt even more embarrassed to be completely bare. I tried to cover myself up with my heads, but the man laughed and tied them to the posts of the bed. Completely exposed and useless, I just closed my eyes. There was nothing I could do. This feeling of no control left me shaking, but from fear or arousal, I could not tell.

"My pet, I think you're excited by this," he mused, "Do you like when I tie up your pretty little wrists and touch you like this?"

His hand trailed down my stomach before he rested them on my thighs. I tried to close my legs to get him to stop, but I was paralysed by my emotions. I slightly opened my eyes and gazed at him. He smirked at me, and slowly bent down until his mouth was in front of my core. I squeezed my eyes shut, unsure if it was because I wanted this to stop or to continue. I could feel his hot breath fanning over me.

Then it was gone.

I jumped with a start and gazed around. It had been a dream. It had been a dream! Why did I dream about someone... I shook my head. But the dream was still playing quite vividly in my thoughts. That man though, he looked so familiar, but I was unsure of why.

In attempt to clear my head, I stood up from the bed and looked around. The room was a lot bigger than anything I had ever seen before. The walls were a dark blue with all the furniture white. It was beautiful. And it made me feel so out of place. I didn't belong in such a beautiful place. I was a dirty boy that nobody wanted.

The door opened, causing me to jump once more as I had been so lost in my thoughts. I cursed to myself for being so scared.

"Those naughty words shouldn't come from such a beautiful mouth, princess," the man spoke firmly but amusingly.

Princess? The word was like a knife in my heart. I could feel a few tears threatening to fall, but I held them back. It was an odd feeling to be misgendered after so long of not. I mean I only really ever saw Miss Linsey, and she knew. But this man didn't. My chin was roughly pulled, pulling me from my thoughts.