Broken and Scarred

Broken trust

Ouma laughed nervously. "Ha ha...you killed..funny joke, Shuichi!"

Shuichi chuckled. "You think I'm joking?"

"You are....aren't you?"

The look in Shuichi's face told him all he needed to know.

Ouma wasn't laughing anymore. He slowly stood up from the sofa, backing away from Shuichi.

Shuichi took a step towards him. Ouma panicked, turned on his heel and ran.

He heard the taller call after him, but didn't stop. He ran down the staircase, all the way toward the front door.

Ouma tried turning the door handles. They didn't open. He could hear Shuichi's footsteps coming closer.

He kicked the door, trying to break it down. But nothing happened.

"Fuck...FUCK!" Ouma yelled, banging on the door with his fists.

Two hands grabbed his wrists, pinning him to the door. Ouma's eyes widened in fear.

Ouma turned to face the taller, struggling against him. Considering that this was Shuichi, the boy who never exercised in his life, he was surprisingly strong. Though Ouma supposed that was because he had killed two fully grown adults, his own parents, and left them to rot...

Shuichi gently grabbed Ouma's chin and tilted his face up so that their eyes met. There was an oddly insane look in the taller's eyes, and unmistakable terror in the other's.

Shuichi wore a grin that made Ouma shiver. "Why are you so scared?"

Try as he might, Ouma wasn't able to pull his eyes away from Shuichi's, despite the fact that they made shivers run up his spine. "B...Because I'm going to join those two dead bodies up there.."

Shuichi laughed, a cold and insane sound that made Ouma's insides tighten in fear. "I'm not going to hurt you!"

Ouma almost let out a sigh of relief, but it turned to a gasp as Shuichi reached to undo the smaller's belt.

He struggled more against the other boy, a feeling of dread settling in his stomach. This only seemed to make the grin on Shuichi's face grow as he threw Ouma's clothes over his shoulder, leaving the boy bare and exposed in front of him.

He could barely register the fact that Shuichi was now taking off his own clothes. Ouma seemed to shocked and terrified to move. The door was locked, and he was pressed against it, with nowhere to go.

It was only when the taller pushed inside him that he came to his senses, letting out a choked cry of pain.

Shuichi chuckled. "You're so cute...and naive. You honestly should have seen this coming, Kokichi! You don't think anyone truly cares about you, right?"

Ouma felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. A cold feeling of sadness washed over him. Shuichi had been planning this for weeks, months even, waiting for the right time to strike. Tears filled the small boy's eyes.

"I trusted you..."

Shuichi laughed again. He gave Ouma a cold look whilst still grinning. "That was a mistake. But you'll cling to anyone who throws you a second glance, isn't that right?"

Ouma let out a dry sob. The words hurt more than being hit, kicked, or stabbed.

But the pain Ouma felt as Shuichi thrusted in and out of him could not be beaten.

It felt like he was being stabbed over and over again, until the pain eventually became so numbing that he could barely feel anything.

That feeling washed over him gradually as Shuichi's thrusts got harder and faster. It was as though Ouma had been put under a cold shower for ages.

He soon lost track of time. How long had he been getting fucked senseless against this door, covered in his own sweat, cum and tears?

Exhaustion overwhelmed him as Shuichi pulled out, cum dripping out of his ass.

He felt hands pick him up, walking up the stairs and carrying him towards a guest bedroom.

The last thing he remembered before passing out on a bed was Shuichi's sinister, sadistic smile.