Nobody | V.N Y.K - Discontinued

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warning: mature scenes (abuse)

yuuri awoke the next morning on the floor outside of his uncle's bedroom, like every other morning because the older man would simply just give him some sort of uncalled for punishment and then throw him into the hallway.

yuuri didn't have a bedroom.
he hadn't felt the warmth of a bed for at least five years.

all there was were the table stools, and one rusty, moldy old chair in the corner of the room that sat diagonal from the tv. and even though yuuri would sleep on those rather than the hardwood floor outside his uncle's bedroom, by the time he was thrown out the night before and his body hit the ground he was already in too much pain to even move.

so he didn't.

he lied there, sometimes he cried, and sometimes he didn't.

but last night, he was crying, and he was crying hard. the tears rolled down his face like a water faucet that wouldn't turn off.

his uncle abused him every night, yes, but he hadn't used sexual abuse like that in a couple of weeks. he always had yuuri take his clothes off, but lately he'd just been hitting him with his belt and scratching marks into his skin with his long, unkept fingernails. so last night was awful, and he would prefer the belt marks that left swollen spots on his back over having that fifty five year old man shove his dick up his ass.

and when he did it, he was rough. so rough to the point where yuuri would cough up blood, his insides being ripped apart and his legs not being able to stand upright. he felt weak, and even though yuuri didn't know how wrong he was, he thought that a normal person wouldn't get that affected over something like that.

oh, how wrong he was.

yuuri always felt weak, like he was an ant compared to his uncle and could be crushed at any second. he didn't have the courage, or the energy to fight back, so he didn't.

his parents died that night because of him, anyways.

they always said karma's a bitch.

yuuri thought he deserved it all.

once again, he didn't realize how wrong he was.

yuuri stands up, his legs shaking and his hips flashing white hot pain through his body. his back ached, and his eyes stung from crying too much. his stomach felt as if there was an enormous void devouring it whole because of the lack of food for two days.

his work did provide food, but it costed a tad bit of the money that he made, and he couldn't take away from that.

but his uncle rarely ever let him eat.

within the last year, yuuri'd lost thirty five pounds but not that he ever tell john that. he was aware that john was the reason, but he would simply be abused harder if the man knew how much weight he lost.

apparently, yuuri dropping pounds made the sex less enjoyable for the disgusting man.

either way, yuuri'd never find it enjoyable. he'd rather throw himself off a cliff then be in that situation with him, but he didn't have any other choice.