The Dog Fights | Damian Wayne

Chapter 22

His laugh always hunted me. It echoed in the back of my mind in its most darkest part. His grin burned into the back of my eyelids so that every fucking time I close my eyes it's there. The sound of him touching Rand, hurting Rand, made my entire body tremble.

That sicking mark that he itched into my skin, one that not only I but had but Rand as well, Burned as if it was fresh every time I think of him. a part of thinks he knows when I did so I try my best not to flatter him by thinking of him too much.

I remember that bitch he calls Harley, I remember the giggles she made and the bad pickup lines she growled out as she threw me around on the floor. I remember the sick grin she had on her face as she whisper to the joker and they giggled like love sick lovers.

I remember the way their laughs mixed as they tied me to a chair in front of that fucking ring. That fucking ring where they threw Rand in with two hyena. The sticking  feeling I felt as I watch Rand fight a two on one battle with two large African wild dogs is unmatched to this day. 

I had to watch as they tore at Rand leaving bloody patches in his beautiful white and black fur, as they left gashes that leaked blood onto the arena floor, and had to watch as Rand fought for his life. 

I remember throwing up as I saw one tear a chunk of Rand out from his leg. I remember watching Rand in all his bloody glory tear one of the two hyena's neck's open. Effectively killing it.

I had to watch as Rand's form trembled in the arena and I unable to help. He was bloody and bruised but still standing, still breathing. I cried so hard as I watched him continue the fight. It was then I begged to trade places, I begged for anything but this.

And I got it. The endless beatings went of for days at a time I couldn't tell if it was day or night, if it was one in the morning or one in the afternoon, if I was alive or simply dead. It was all a blur of pain and suffering.

One day in particular he had seemed rather pissed off and had dragged me out of the cell he held me in by my hair. He then proceeded to beat me senseless, The pain of it made my head spin sometimes it felt sharp and cold others times it felt blunt and burning.

I blacked out a lot only to be awoken by the pain that caused me to black out in the first place. I remember wishing  I could blackout and not wake up. I remember cursing my endurance for allowing me to stay awake and alive, forcing me to go threw all the pain.

That day he took it upon himself to...mark me. To pull out his oh so trusty switch blade and ripping the back of my shirt just enough to expose my lower back. I remember the burning sharp pain of that knife.

He wouldn't tell me what he was carving into me, he slowed down going in deeper as he told me to focused on the way he carved and I would know. He slowed down so much I had no choice but to feel the way he carved into me. 

I felt the way his knife dragged down my back before the terrible pain of him twisting it into a curve. I remember he how he went all the way back to the top and dragged across my back ever so slowly. He grinned and laughed as I screamed. He caved out a perfect 'J' in the flesh of my back.

Bloody and tired he seemed to be on some sort of high by the end of it. but once that ended he was hellbent on getting another. So much he dragged already bloody and broken Rand. I remember screaming and begging him not to.

I screamed so much my voice cut out. I had screamed at him to let me take his place once again only this time he didn't listen. I watched as he carved a perfect 'J' into his skin of his belly. I felt so repulsed and I gagged as my body tried to throw up. Only there wasn't anything to throw up.

After that day we were left to rot in that cell. They left leaving us locked away in that abandoned fucking warehouse. The throbbing pain hurt so much I felt the pulse of my own blood throb threw me as all that pumping blood fell out of me. 

I remember that feeling that lonely and vulnerable  feeling that no one would save me. No one was going  save me. And Rand and I would die in that fucking cell. 

I felt something touch me and in my state of mind I thought it was him so I bolted up and jerked away. But I felt that sicking feeling bubble up in the pit of my stomach, I didn't give myself anymore time to think about it as I leaned over the bed and puked.

I emptied my stomach onto the floor and then curled up in a ball. I sobbed silently and reached out for Rand only not to find him. Panic seeped in as I felt a suffocating weight crash down on me. 

I cried harder and began to have trouble breathing with the combined effects of the crushing weight and crying. I was alone and vulnerable once again. "Kid!" A voice called out, my eyes widen and I turned my body to meet worried blue green eyes.

"Ja-Jason" I sobbed as I held out my arms to hold onto him. He didn't need to be told twice as he slid further into the bed and wrapped an arm around me hold me close to his massive body. I focused on his calm heart beat as I found it soothing, even though its a bit faster than usual right now.

I watched as Rand Climbed up on the and wedged himself into the small space that was between Jason and I. Jason used on hand to hold onto me while he used the other to stroke down Rand's back. 

I placed a shaking hand on his head and rubbed slightly. My hand stopped shaking  just enough to be able to pet Rand and not seem like a three year old who pats him. It didn't register how tired I was until I felt myself shut down and fall back asleep.