Miles' Point of View
Tyler. Tyler. Tyler Huntington. The man I had been with for 4 years. The man I loved and trusted the most. Stood in front of me, looking down at me with red streaks across his face that I had put there. I could tell from his reaction that I must have something horrible written on my face. I never felt so embarrassed, betrayed, disgusted, and angry all at the same time. He knew he was the cause of this.
"H-How could you?" My voice came out weak and dry.
"Miles, please." How dare he even beg? He has no fucking right.
"Don't you fucking dare..." I cursed him, he flinched before coming close to the mattress, I started thrashing around when his hand tried to touch me.
"Be quiet, he'll come for you if you don't keep quiet." What the fuck was he even talking about?
"Let me go! Max will come for and kill you..." I knew my threat probably meant nothing to Tyler but I said it anyway.
"Me? You should worry about yourself baby. Listen, before he comes in you need to know something." He started.
"Why the fuck are you helping me now? You had several chances you fucker!" I tried to yell at him but my sore throat wouldn't allow me so I started coughing up a fit.
"Because I love you, I still do. I never wanted any of this to happen to you but when he saw you with Maximillion, he had to take you." His hand relaxed on my back. I wasn't paying any attention to the hand that was rested on my back, instead of on the footsteps that were inching closer to the room we were in. The clicks of someone's heel hit the floor with each exaggerated step.
"I can't say much to get you to forgive me except I'm so sorry this had to happen to you. You don't deserve any of this, it was all set up for the Ivanov's."
"So how did he get me? You fucking told him about me?"
"It was to get him off my back! I'm so sorry Miles, baby. He was pressuring me to find a weak spot on Max and it w-was you..." He sold me off, so he wouldn't take responsibility for his actions.
"Oh, you're awake. It's been really quiet without you. I see you've met Tyler, or did that happen 4 years ago?" Malcolm bursts into the room, making Tyler jump off the mattress and push me away from him. My body ached as he used force to move me.
"S-Shut up." I didn't care if he was going to hit me or not. So I was going to say whatever and whenever.
"Still have that mouth on you? Seems like someone needs to change that. Tyler, you're excused." He removed his tie from around his neck and threw it over on the chair that faced the mattress.
"Just don't hurt him. He doesn't need that-," Smack.
Malcolm's backhand had just gone across Tyler's already red face from the scratches I gave him. His head was turned to the side as his hands rested against his side, he looks like he just has given up on everything. He let out a heavy sigh before leaving the room without giving me a second glance, Malcolm cleared his throat and strutted his way over to me.
"Sorry, your ex-lover causes me as many problems as you." His fingers stroked my cheek, down to my lips before slapping his hand over my mouth, squeezing tight. I squirmed under his touch, kicking my legs and trying to move my hands but the chains made that tough.
"This mouth is bad for your character. I like the challenge and the fire in you, it makes my cock harder for you." I felt the color drain from my face and I couldn't do anything about it. Was this his true plan? I would rather him beat me to a pulp than what he has planned.
"That's it. Look how scared you are, of me. What? Has Max not gotten a taste yet?" His hand slipped into the briefs that I'm wearing and gripped a handful of my ass in his hand. I bit down on the palm of his hand and he retracted both the hand that was covering my mouth and the one in my briefs. He cursed and looked down at his bloody hand, a barbarous laugh came from him before smacking me across the face.
"You little fucking bitch." He straddled himself on top of me, the bloodied hand gripping my face as I writhed underneath him, trying to fight my way out but the chains dragged me down in place. He laughed at my panic, he can't do this to me. This can't happen to me. His blood trickled down my face as if tears were falling in their replacement.
"Blood, pain, and torture. It seems like those are your 3 favorite words or will be once I'm done with you. Your little boyfriend won't be able to save you from what I'm going to do." I stopped moving. There was no escape. There was no reason to struggle. My eyes were shut close, accepting the blood, pain, and torture that was coming forth my way.
"Tyler! Bring my phone!"
In a matter of minutes, Tyler was on Facetime with Max, it was so good to hear his voice in the circumstance that I am in. He had the phone flipped towards the mattress I was chained on. Tyler stood in the corner of the room, holding the phone in the direction of Malcolm on top of my smaller body. Only seconds of the phone call connecting, Max was screaming his head off and Malcolm was doing the same, it got to the point where both men were screaming and cursing in their language.
"I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING, MALCOLM IF YOU TOUCH HIM I WILL CHOP YOUR DICK OFF!"
Malcolm laughs at the camera and looks back down at me, I close my eyes awaiting what he was going to do. A grunt escaped my lips after his fist crashed against the skin on my cheek. A shit ton of curse words flew out of Max's mouth. A heavy sigh came from across the room, Tyler.
"Another one?" Punch.
"More?" Punch. I spit the blood from my cut lip and it lands on his face. He wiped it off with his backhand and continued hitting me. The pain was increasing with each time he hit me and the times Max screeched, yelled, or called my name.
"How would you like to watch me give him another fist? Not in the face this time, I want to see his beautiful face when I take him." His hand slid down my body and gripped my limp dick in a painful squeeze. I screamed bloody murder. My face pained, but my dick hurt even worse especially when his nails started digging into the skin on my balls, piercing them.
"Alright, Malcolm. The phone died." Tyler's voice sounded small as if he was lying.
"Damnit, I guess we'll save that fun for another day." He finally released my dick from his death grip. He got off of me and slapped my ass once more before leaving the room without another word. Tyler pocketed the phone before coming over to my limp body.
"Fucking hell Miles, shut your mouth sometimes." He removed his shirt and used it to wipe the blood from my face and down my legs. That fucking bastard scratched my balls.
"I can't help it. Get away from me."
"I guess that's one of the reasons I fell in love with you... I'm so sorry Miles." He backed away from me and left the room, leaving me alone once again.
I felt myself slipping away when I realized that it was dark again, another full day in hell.
"Where are you, Max." My eyes closed and I knocked out.
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Property Of a Millionaire
Fiksi Umum"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say...
