TOXIC

Chapter 2

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING
NUDITY, SELF HARM, ABUSE, ETC.
DISCRETION ADVISED

     Chris snickered, "Haven't used this yet, have we?" I didn't know what was happening, but I knew for a fact, it wasn't good.

Chris placed the camera on his old tripod stand to face the bed. He switched it on, grabbed a rope and some handcuffs and gave me a harsh look.

I froze, unsure of what I was supposed to do. "Take your clothes off, babe.", Chris said.

I removed my shirt slowly, and my anxiety and insecurities kicked in.

Ew, you're so fat. Put your shirt back on.

Everyone is going to see you.

Ugly.

I grabbed my shirt and slipped it back on, "Please Chris. Don't make me." Chris went red with anger and stomped towards me. He pushed me against the bed and ripped my shirt off. He threw it to the floor.

I hugged my frame with my arms, trying to cover as much of my bare chest as possible on screen.

"Now take your own pants off or I'll add a punishment.", Chris stated. I unbuckled by belt and places if next to the ripped shirt. I slowly tugged down my khaki jeans, trying to cover the slashes on my thighs.

"That's my baby." Chris whispered into my ear. A dirty smirk grew on his face.

     "You smell so good." he whispered. My eyes began filling up with water. I flinched as he put his hands on my shoulder blades. "Don't worry." he said, "The REAL punishment hasn't begun yet." His rough hands slid across my bare chest, until they stopped at my light pink boxers.

He put his fingers under the boxer and I moved forward, knowing my boxers were the only things that covered the slashes. He pulled me back by my hair and whipped me on my back. I yelled in pain, as the whip met my skin. "Be a good boy." he said quietly, "Be a good boy."

His hands grabbed both ends of my boxers and pulled them down, showing my slashes and my d##k. I trembled, shaking as I sobbed.

"Now repeat after me." Chris said firmly. "I, Josh, will never again talk to Tyler, or I'll get a punishment." I hated my life. Tyler was the only person I loved, and he was being taken from me too. I didn't know what else to do.

"I, J-josh, will never a-again talk to T-" my voice broke off in sobs. "Ty-tyler, or I'll g-get a p-pu-nishmenf."

I quickly grabbed my boxers and began sliding them on when Chris's rough hand grabbed my c##k.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said. I flinched as he put his arms around me.

     I woke up the next morning, a pool of tears, large bruises on my arms and legs. A huge red mark across my face and my eyes were poofy from crying. I wanted Tyler.