Never Let Me Go

RAPE

CHAPTER EIGHT

I loved kissing him, even though he was a whimpering mess I still kissed him. He will enjoy it soon enough. Or I'll make him.

He didn't gag in my face this time ether, but he did seem to cry and not want to answer me. God, my lover needs to learn his lesson, and also needs to smarten up with how ignorant he is towards his little band mates. He was asking me who I was talking about when I had this big speech about his good-for-nothing "friends." I wanted to smack him so hard, but I didn't, because I can hold my anger.

I think today is the day, the day I will make love to my prince, it's been a full month since he disappeared from everyone's sight, I deserve an award for how amazing of a boyfriend I am... Might as well get it on our one month anniversary!

Timothy ________,

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Timothy smirked and set his pencil down, closing his prized book that was replenished with secrets and stories that sounded like a fantasy to him. Carrying the book over to his bedside table and setting it by the lamp. Indulging in the leather front, caressing the small blue ribbon that locked his secrets inside that book and also reminded him so much of his lovers blue eyes.

Slowly taking his hand away, Timothy turned towards the door that also lead to many secrets, the things behind that door should never be found, should always be locked in their for no one but his own eyes to see. It wasn't just the paintings, drawings and pictures in that room, no, in that room was the love of his life.

He walked towards it, slowly as to tease himself. Timothy's heart was beating rapidly, hard against his rib cage, just so keen to just yank open the door off its hinges and get inside that beautiful piece of paleness.

That perky bum, those rosy cheeks, straight and alined teeth, big encasing blue eyes. Great, now he was getting antsy.

Unlocking the door with his keys that hung off his belt, walking into the room and smiling that smile that fooled so many people.

"Happy anniversary baby." He said with pride and waltzed over to the whimpering, broken mess strained against the chair.

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"Happy anniversary baby." The man said as he opened the door and walked in, locking the door behind him and then stopping to disgustingly admire Niall.

Niall whimpered and tried to move around in the chair, but even with the cast on his leg, the pain was still unbearable. The feeling of the mans eyes burning into his skin made him rather jump into a pit of lava.

The man was suddenly right in front of him, his face literally centimeters from his, knees on the ground by his feet and hands on his thighs.

Niall could smell the mans disgusting breath, how he breathed heavily through his nostrils, the little marks at the bridge of his nose where his glasses laid.

The man squeezed his thighs, rubbing his hands along Niall's legs and moaning to himself. "Mmmmm, you know what would be a great anniversary present?" The man asked, winking and smirking a horribly perverted smile, eyes darkening with lust. It was like a cascading his eyes, that kind man that everyone thought he was, was now reformed into an absolute monster.

Niall cried out, one of the mans hands moving to his crotch and groping it. The man leaned in impossibly close, pecking Niall's lips and then peppering his face with harsh kisses.

He pulled away only to cup Niall's cheeks. "If we made love." The man said and then slammed his lips onto Niall's, Niall's screams gulped down and were trapped by the mans tongue slithering past his teeth and down his throat.