BamBam lay on the bed, freezing cold. Jackson had already been and gone to something that yields his interest more than BamBam ever could.
He couldn't move. He helplessly lay there, naked and cold. He just wanted to scream, but Jackson had strangled him. He wanted to cry, but he had no energy left to do so. It was round 13 before Jackson decided that he needed a break. He didn't decide that BamBam needed a break, because in his mind, the boy could have gone for double.
The innocent victim felt nothing as Jackson fucked him. He felt no love, passion or care. He didn't see it either. Jackson had already used so much to torture him, but up until now, there was something that he hadn't used: his own body.
BamBam knew he was dying. He was going to die anytime soon if he didn't get away. Fingers reaching over the edge of the bed, he grasped onto the first thing he felt, which was his shirt. When he had slipped that on, he began searching for all his other clothes, as well as his will power.
Now fully dressed, and a pain shooting up his back, the young boy ambled his way out of the room and began to descend the stairs. It all seems very fast, but BamBam couldn't have gone slower. He really wanted to speed up, but his muscles were against him, and his back was crumbling.
The front door. That's all BamBam could see as he reached the bottom. That's all he wanted to see. Eager fingers on the handle, he swung it open and tried to stumble out as fast as he could, but tripped.
And BamBam could never get away that easily.
He had a shotgun. BamBam didn't know why, but Jackson had a shotgun. His evil face loomed out of the door as he approached the used boy. Never mind, BamBam thought, he won't really do it.
"You didn't like my treat, huh?" Jackson snarled, "you didn't like my hands on you, making you feel how you've been yearning to feel for so long now?" Jackson lifted his gun.
BamBam stood there, frantically shaking his head. Screw the system, he was going to break out of here.
Jackson held his gun up high, pointed right at the younger's head. "I'll give you five seconds. After that, you're mine forever." Jackson warned.
BamBam didn't hesitate either. Turning around, he shuffled away as fast as his beaten legs could carry him. But Jackson had always played an unfair game. So he fired two warning shots
into his head.
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BamBam | Hell
Fanfiction"Get off me!" "Just one more..." How would you react if you wandered into a warehouse one night, only to be met by a blood-sucking, monstrous male? How will BamBam react when Jackson wants to keep him there, held hostage? Jackson can't stop hurting...
