Yes, homies! I really did get word back on my computer. Didn't know if you could tell or not, but lately I've just been typing on WordPad, which OMG does not show me any type errors. The only reason my spelling has be at least acceptable has been the fact that Wattpad underlines the really messed up words before I go to post. Anyways, the chapter...
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(PS: I may have gone a little over board on the sadism, but I did warn you guys at the beginning of this book. Additionally, I wrote most of this at school and let me tell you. It's a little awkward looking up pictures of spike paddles and floggers at school cause I wasn't sure which one I wanted to post. I went with the flogger but still, AWKWARD.)
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(Percy)
(This starts shortly after he left Annabeth)
Noticing the time, I ran home from Annabeth's house. It was super late, and I know that Gabe had planned a job for me tonight. He was going to kill me. This was going to be it.
When I opened the door to the house, huffing and puffing because I didn't realize how far away we had actually driven, I was immediately bitch slapped. My head turned and hit the wall.
"Where the fuck have you been," Gabe snarls. I just look at the floor. He grabs my face to make me look him in the eye, but I know that's against the rules and I would be punished worse for doing that, so I fix my stare at his messed-up teeth.
"I asked you a fucking question," he yells before pounding at my face. When he gets his little bit of energy out from that, he throws me to the ground.
"We have guest faggot. I suggest you get to our fun room and start pleasing them. They get extra time since you made the wait. Maybe you won't react this time."
I drag myself off the floor and slowly start to walk to what I call the torture room while Gabe heads off to the kitchen. My guess is for another beer. Good thing we have guest. That means he went out to stock the kitchen. I don't know if they would sell me another pack two days in a row with me being a minor and all. The only reason the gas station down the road does sells it to me now is because the guy that owns the place is a buddy of Gabe's. Sometimes he likes to piss Gabe off though.
My eyes are already throbbing, and I can tell they are going to bruise, but I walk in to the torture chamber anyways. With a quick glance around the room I see there's four guys total. Two of Gabe's fat poker buddies along with the gas station owner already have toys in their hands. The fourth person seems to be a new guy. At least new to me. I haven't seen him before, but I also know Gabe finds so weird people out on the dark web.
Gabe found out I was gay around the time I turned 10. I don't exactly remember how he found out, but he said that the gay needed to be cleansed out of me. He started with little things. A touch here, a crease there. I knew it was wrong, but I also knew there was nothing that could be done. It wasn't like my mom would up and leave the guy. We needed money.
Gabe said that I shouldn't react the way I did when he touched me. He started to stroke and at certain times I became hard. It wasn't something I wanted but I couldn't help it. I tried to think of other things while Gabe messed with me, but I eventually reacted.
Then around the time I turned 12, Gabe said that he would push the gay out of me. He would have sex with me. Each thrust was supposed to push the gay farther up into me, so I would be more normal.
I never told my mom. I think she knew, but it was a topic that was avoided at all cost. We would see each other in the house and do a routine dance.
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