Never Let Me Go

NEVER

CHAPTER TEN

He tried so hard to fight me yesterday, so hard. I wanted to just smash his head against the table and just take him. But I wanted my lover to enjoy such an amazing feeling of making love, but all he did was scream, cry and resist. But aside from his childish act, the feeling of his heat clamped around me was probably the best feeling I've ever had in my lifetime. And maybe his screams did pleasure me.

He's sleeping now, I'm glad he is or I would've had to bound him to the bedpost to clean up the bloody mess that he left on the sheets and himself. Good god, I thought making love would be a lot less messy. He will wake up soon, I'm going to have a chat with him about respect to his loved ones.

Our bond is becoming stronger, I can just feel it in my heart.

Timothy ________,

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Timothy set his pencil and book on the dinning room table, he had to move most of his belongings to the main level of his home because of, well, the mess his lover left.

He got up, the sound of the wooden chair he sat on screeching against the tile flooring echoed through the house. He loved the silence, it was nice to have it since all he heard was screaming last night.

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He walked into the kitchen, turning on the kettle to make his morning tea, grabbing the milk and sugar and setting them on the counter, tapping his fingers on the island as he waited for the kettle to click, signaling that his tea was ready to be made.

When it did, it only took him a minute to pour his tea into his favorite cup-the one that had the rose painting onto it-and sprinkle the sugar and milk inside. He mixed his tea, leaning himself against the counter and just closing his eyes, the new sound of the metallic spoon clanking against the porcelain cup echoed through the house.

He thought of his lover. Naked and vulnerable under him as he pounded into him. That soft, milky flesh. Wide, sky blue eyes. Plush pink lips.

He felt himself become aroused again, just thinking about last nights activities.

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Niall felt numb when he finally opened his eyes, he couldn't move because of the unbearable pain in his bum and lower back, and well, everywhere else. The man had beaten him while raping him, laughing and moaning, whispering such dirty, dirty things into his ear. Niall felt so weak and pathetic after that he just wanted to kill himself, grab anything sharp and just stab it into his heart. Why was he so weak? He had muscles, he had a broad chest-well, at least he used to until the man stopped feeding him. But he was also smart, why couldn't he have just stopped screaming for a few minutes and looked for opportunities to push the man off and run for his life.

He was stuck between the thought that maybe he was just incapable of doing anything normal anymore, or that the pain was just too unbearable that he couldn't even think.

He felt so numb and disoriented that he just felt like he was detached from the world, that man didn't just take him from his family, friends and fans, that man took his soul. That sunshine spirit that made his smile brighten up a room, made everyone else in the room feel like they were actually worth something. And now that he doesn't have that purpose to please and to have fun in his life anymore... He feels like he lives in space, where all those unknown planets and creatures are. Every second of every day that he is cooped up in this hell with that man, he drifts farther and farther away from earth. Or was it even space that he was drifting further into? What if he was slowly slipping into darkness, to wake up in heaven. Niall liked the sound of that better, to not have to worry about feeling pain when he woke up, or to have to see that mans haunting smile. That belief he grasped that he was actually going to escape from this man and run back to his band mates and family was long gone. He didn't care; or more like, he couldn't care. Or else he would feel to guilty to just let go.