I Think That Life is Beautiful (Menendez)

Human

  "Get up. Now," a voice seethed in Erik's ear. He was asleep in his bed as it was near two in the morning and squirmed under his blankets. He felt those blankets slipping down his body, his chest and stomach getting cold as his shirt was pushed up.
     "Hm?" Erik mumbled and rubbed at his eyes as he slowly opened them, his vision blurry as he tried to see what was happening. He gasped quietly in fear at the sight of his father and attempted to push himself up the bed and away. "No, no, no."
     "Stop fucking moving," Jose growled and fully took off his kid's shirt. His hands ran up and down his torso with a smirk, feeling the muscles tensed under his skin. He slid his hands down more and tucked his fingers underneath the waistbands of his shorts and briefs.
     "I- I don't want to. Please, no," Erik whimpered softly and reached down to push Jose's hands away. Jose tightly gripped Erik's wrists and pinned them next to his head.
     "These. Stay. Here," he spat and went back to yank down his shorts and briefs, pulling them off his ankles and tossing them to the side. "You're in big fucking trouble."
     "What kind of trouble..?" Erik asked, his voice quivering in fear.
     "Your favorite kind," Jose smirked as he pulled out the newly purchased pack of thumbtacks. Erik's eyes went wide and filled with tears and he quickly shook his head, backing up against the headboard of his bed.
     "Pl-ease no," he squeaked and kept backing away. Jose gripped Erik's wrist tight enough in his hand to bruise and yanked him off of the bed. "Daddy, please, no! Please, please, please, I'll do anything!"
     "I don't fucking care," Jose growled and dragged him to the chair he had set up in front of the full body mirror in the bedroom. He forced him to sit down with a deep chuckle. Erik screwed his eyes shut and turned his head away, his chest heaving. "Look at yourself," he grumbled and gripped his curls to turn his head back to the mirror. He wrapped his hand underneath Erik's left knee and pulled it up to his chest.
     "I don't want to look..." he mumbled and sighed shakily in shame.
     "Well it wasn't really a question. I'll still take the pictures like I planned to," Jose grumbled in his ear as he turned on the camera he had set in place while Erik was asleep. He gently took a pushpin out as an evil smirk twisted on his lips. He continued to pull Erik's leg back and reached around, dragging the needle up the skin of the back of his thigh. "This should be fun," he whispered and shoved the tack into his thigh until it couldnt push in anymore.
     Erik groaned in pain and scrunched up his face, his legs squirming. He tipped his head back as the built up tears slipped down his cheeks and he cried into his hand. "S-s-sto-op!" He begged.
     "Shut the fuck up or you'll wake your mother," Jose spat and began pushing more and more tacks into the backs of his thighs. "I want you to look at yourself when I do this," he growled and pushed Erik's legs down on to the chair so the tacks would go deeper.
     "Fuuuck!" Erik gasped harshly, his body writhing in pain. He did as he was told and looked in the mirror, trying to see past his tears to where he was bleeding on the seat. Jose reached down to take his shaft in his hand, taking another pin and dragging the tip up and down the sensitive skin. "S-stop! Stop, stop, stop!" He sobbed violently and pushed his father's hands away, his own hands going down to cover his privates.
     "Shut up!" Jose bellowed and dropped the pin, spinning the chair around and driving a hard punch into his son's cheekbone. "I tell you to shut up, you shut up! Your brother would listen. Why can't you be more like him, huh?! Since you worship him so fucking much, like the faggot that you are. You are no son of mine. You aren't worthy of the last name you hold," he growled and continued slamming his fists into Erik's chest and stomach, some hits going to his face again.
     Erik coughed as he was repeatedly winded, his vision going blurry and darkening. "I'm...dad...dad, I'm sorry," he whispered and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he was losing consciousness. "I can't...I can't..."
     Jose huffed out of annoyance and grabbed Erik by the wrist to drag him to his bed. He shoved him on to his stomach and one by one, he would pull out the thumb tacks. Once they were all out, he laid two hard smacks on the reddened and slightly bleeding skin, one on each thigh.
     Erik could feel his heartbeat under his skin in his thighs, knowing the areas would be swollen in the morning. He let out a shaky sigh of relief at the sound of his bedroom door closing as he knew he was finally left alone.
     "I...I should call Lyle. He can...he can fix it," Erik gulped and weakly reached out to grab the phone off his bedside table. "Okay...wait...no. He'll ask what else is happening...dad would kill me if Lyle knew," he whimpered and put the phone back down. He pulled the blankets over his naked body to stop the breeze that raised goosebumps in his skin and let the buzz of unconsciousness take over his brain.