Angel started cleaning his room and getting rid of mostly everything. He felt disgusted with himself for even having these toys. He tore down the photos of himself in skimpy outfits. He hated himself for ever even letting himself loose all his self-respect.
He smiled looking at the almost empty room. All that was left was the pink walls, his makeup set, and everything that belongs to fat nuggets.
He sighed contently. Maybe this was a start to a new and clean version of himself?
He laid down on the bed and smiled to himself, he got rid of everything that made him feel bad except the blades. He wanted them...no... He needed them!
He took out his favorite switchblade. It was a stiletto pink switchblade called a kissing Cane. He loved it so much. Not only did it look pretty it protected him from the dark thoughts and the bad people.
He pulled his sleeve up. There were still bruises from when the man grabbed him. He smiled and dragged the blade across his fur covered skin. As blood started to stain his pearl white fur, the door suddenly opened.
He let out a yelp and dropped the switchblade terrified. He looked at the door only to find a shocked Charlie and worried Vaggie. He immediately kicked the bloody blade under his bed and hid his wrist in vain. Charlie rushed in and Vaggie grabbed his wrist and looked at it.
Angel couldn't look at them. Vaggie looked pissed and her girp tightened on the cuts
"Who the fuck did this to you!?" Vaggie said pissed
Angel didn't respond and showed his other hand. He brushed to fur away only to reveal finger sbhaped bruises.
"I... was..raped.." Angel muttered and looked away ashamed. They were going to hate him...they were going to tell him it was his fault....
'They know how weak you are! You're a cheap whore that no one likes. Haha! You probably liked it! Didn't you?'
He couldn't control it... He didn't want it...! He didn't... It doesn't matter if he was crying and begging for it to stop. It doesn't matter that it hurt so much. He still came during the event... so that means he liked it no matter how much his body and mind screamed for it to stop...
