AN: anything with " " is Ray. Just so you don't get confused.
Anything words with this font is Rays POV, thoughts, talking, etc
The boy is handsome. He(Emilio) wanted "him" to look at him. "His"→(Ray) cold hands touched his face as it soothe the sore skin. He touched his cheek as it ached. A bruise. His body felt heavy, and so was his breath. He lied there as he felt the weight of his clothes making the situation worse as "he" was hovering over the boy's body. "He" wanted him to look "him" in the eyes—filled with boiling rage, and a sour pain. The fact that "his" gang had handled the situation with violence. Yes "he" told them to get the job done, but had they over done it?
Look at me, look at me, look at me.
Look at him. He was younger then "him", he was good looking, he was fit, he was strong, he was a star—to "him", he was just dripping with perfection. The perfect combination of common sense, and a whole load of confidence. He was just...perfect. He boy lightly opened his eyes lazily as he was half asleep, but mostly asleep. He doesn't know what's about to happen huh? "He" smirked as he didn't wait patiently, never was the good boy to do so. "He" thinks he's perfect in every way and that's good enough.
"He" feels everything under his shirt before taking it off.
"Look at me, look at me, hey, look at me."
"He" wants him to look at "him". His eyes still closed as he then opens them slowly. "His" tongue parts his lips. He's never felt so sick. "He" explores the terrain of his body while "he" pretends to negotiate the terms. "I'm not gonna go that far. I promise.You wanted this, after all."
Really? "His" hands are everywhere and "he's" a vicious weight on top of him that he can't even breathe against so he lets out a cry. He cries. And how do you get a person to stop crying and shut the hell up?
You cover there mouth.
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Emilio Pov
Remember. I was back to this hell hole. My feet chained as I had enough room to so to the bathroom. I felt sick that I threw up. I gaze my attention to the bathroom sink itself, to the water slowly dripping from the leaky tap. Remember. I touch my teeth as I close my eyes wanting to cry. I open them. My bottom lip is swollen, puffy, and cut, a sour pain with a hint of stings—sharp to the touch. My face and body covered in bruises.
I touch the sore, tender skin. Only to get in return a sharp, sore pain. My head was spinning as I felt like throwing up again. I lead my hands to the back of my head. Where I got hit with the pipe huh?... Everything ached, but the pain wouldn't wear off.
The memory of a stupid—stupid—boy. Me. How little and simple minded was I? To be back here again.
Stupid.
I was wearing a random white, button down t-shirt. It's not mine. It was too big to be mine. And I wasn't wearing pants. Nor boxers.
Great way to humiliate me...
I was missing 2 buttons. The last 2. My fingers fiddle with its absence, but no use. It wasn't my shirt so why would it matter? I then lower my hands to unbutton the rest of the shirt slowly as my hands were shaking like hell. As I do. I saw a deep red stain on my chest, to my stomach.
Blood—? I pull of my shirt as I'm left naked with the sounds of the chains, and it's echos of clatter filled the room. The red on me—the red words on me, were blood. Dried blood. I look at my reflection still in the mirror. The red on my
body—letters. Letters on my skin in which in reserve in the glass, Turing themselves to: RAPE ME
I get in the tub, and began to scrub the letters off with soap. I scrub the blood off until the red was a light red. A light red to white. And then the white,until it disappeared.
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Bastard || クソ野郎
De TodoI first discovered I was a piece of shit in my freshman year-in the dark alleys of town was where it went down. My heart was pumping, while my chest was screaming. My mind was running, air was freezing.
