Necessary Evil

8

Devin was next. I didn't know if I could watch this anymore. I turned my head and tried to look away. Trina turned my head back to the tv, forcing me to watch the screen.

"Watch or TJ and Craig die." She said. 

I swallowed hard, the tears streaming down my face. 

Devin soon entered the room, being pushed down on a chair next to Ricky and Chris. Devin shook his head, trying his best to get up. "No. Please, don't make me sit next to them. Please." He said, tears falling freely down his cheeks.

I had never saw Devin cry before. Never. But here he was, crying and there was nothing I could do to help him. 

"So, now Chris and Ricky are together. Would you like to be with them too?" One of the men asked, pulling Devin's head back with his hair. 

"Don't fucking touch me." Devin spat, moving out of the man's grip.

"Oh, we've got a fiesty one, Trina." They said.

"I see that. You know, this one kind of looks like a female. We probably should have killed him first. How could you willingly walk around looking like that in public?" She asked. 

Devin took a deep breath, shaking his head "I like the way I look and no one else seemed to mind either. Why does it bother you so much?" He asked. 

"Because, you're a freak. A gay freak at that. The world doesn't need people like you. We don't need this kind of thing around our children. We're doing the world a favor and taking each one of you out one freak at a time." She said. 

"What the hell are you going to get out of this?" Devin asked.

"Well, the satisfaction of you all being dead for one, and for two I think we might sell some of your body to your friend, Josh. Yeah, we've been doing research on him. He's into that kind of thing. Might as well make some cash before we kill him." She said. 

My eyes widened and I turned my head to look at her "So, this was your plan from the beginning?" I asked. 

She smirked and nodded. "Pretty much." 

"You leave Josh alone." Devin started. "He isn't a part of this anymore. Please just don't hurt him. Please. I don't care what you do to me, just leave him alone." He pleaded. 

She laughed "Does someone have feelings for Josh?"

Devin swallowed hard "Josh is one of my best friends. My brothers. Just like Ricky and Chris. I couldn't save them, and that kills me. I just want to try my best to make sure Josh stays safe." He said.

"I can't make any promises, Devin." She snickered, shrugging her shoulders. "I can try my best though."

Devin nodded. "Just do what you want to me." He said. 

Trina smiled "I'm so glad you said that. I have someone who really wants to get to know you..." She said, motioning for someone to come in the room. 

The guy was about my height, a little bigger frame. He walked toward Devin, grinning as he walked around the chair he was tied too, nodding. "Oh yeah, Trina. He's a cute one. I can have some fun with this one." He said. 

No. He didn't mean. No. Not Devin.

Almost instantly, Devin's clothes were ripped off and tossed carelessly to the ground, the other man threw his own clothes off and pinned Devin down on the couch, smacking his bare ass a few times. "This is going to go a lot easier if you don't fight me. Got it? Cause either way this is happening." He said. 

Devin nodded, swallowing hard. He pressed his face in the couch, the man lining himself up with Devin's entrance, pushing himself in a couple of good times. 

Devin cried out in pain, which caused him to get smacked once more. "Shut the hell up." He screamed. Pushing himself in Devin harder and faster now. 

I could tell Devin was crying now, and it broke my heart. 

"Please, please turn this. I can't watch it anymore." I cried, letting my eyes slip closed for a moment. 

"Watch it now!" She yelled, slapping my face.

I cried out loud as I watched my brother continue to be raped. Devin's body soon went limp against the couch. "He's ready, Trina." The man said, smacking Devin's ass a few more times before grabbing his clothes and leaving the room. 

Devin didn't move. 

Trina came in, knife in hand. She laughed, shaking her head. Still, he didn't move.

I sniffled, shaking my head. "He wasn't moving." I yelled. 

"Yeah, I think he was already dead before I stabbed him." She shrugged. 

It was then she drew her hand back and stabbed Devin in the head with her knife. 

"No!" I screamed. "No. Please. No more. I can't do this anymore. Please."

"And let you miss the best one? No." She grinned. "Bring me Ryan." She said to the two men.