Chapter 14
"How much does a word with dark intentions hurt? Is there a way to measure that pain? People do not realize how much damage they can cause..."
*Ben's POV*
I made a big mistake today. Like big, really big. But you see, you don't realize mistakes until you are far too deep in its mud. They trap you and corner you, never forgive you... it's pretty sure that after you make your mistakes, your punishment comes right behind it. Sort of like cause and effect.
My day had started off the same crappy way it always does... moody in the morning, knowing I'd hate a beautiful day full of strangers' penises on my face and disgusting hands all over my body. Words of hate falling on me, weighing me down, making me sink. Just great!
A couple of clients here and there, throw up a little bit after each one of them, feel sorry for myself, hear my stomach rumble. Uneasiness and uncertainty every step I took.
In that sort of moment, when you are so deep in despair, any bit of gentleness brights up your life, even if it's fake. I met a very nice client. Tall guy, sweet smile, mischievous eyes, dark hair, and a short beard, he came to me asking for a service. I don't even know how a guy like that would end up in my area – but that's how I met Bruno – the man offered to go to a hotel and get the whole package, his boyfriend had just broken up with him and he was depressed.
Every time I look back to that moment, the moment I walked into that hotel room, I wonder how could I be so stupid? But I had always made the wrong decisions... Heck! My whole life was a bad decision...
Once inside, my fantasy of a nice guy broke in a million pieces with the first slap across my face. The hit took me by surprise and sent me flying against a small table, my ribs crashing against the edge. It was hard to breathe and I got dizzy, didn't give me enough time to realize that he was about to inject me with something. He quickly grabbed me by my hair and stabbed my neck with the needle. Blood drained from my face as I felt the liquid flow inside me, immediately losing all strength.
My mind was foggy and my body wasn't responding, I was just so hot, panting and struggling to catch my breath, trying to crawl out of the situation, without much luck. I just felt how easily he picked me up by my arm and threw me on the bed. From there, he ripped my clothes off and went to open his backpack, getting a few items I couldn't identify, except for the whip. He positioned himself on top of my limp body and opened my legs harshly, probed my butthole with his fingers to finally shove a foreign object inside of me. The sudden intrusion made me gasp, but the excruciating pain that followed made me cry in pain... it was a burning sensation killing from within, aching, spreading inside. I was moaning, screaming, crying, begging him to stop, but he didn't want to listen to my pleas. From there, all I remember is blurry... pain and fear.
Rough sex and the stranger calling me names. He hit me and strangled me to be able to reach his climax. He whipped my back so many times. I was drifting in and out of consciousness until he had finally had enough. Standing at the edge of the bed, he stared at me while I whined. I didn't know if he was going to hit me more if he would do something else... kill me? Instead, he grabbed my ankle and raised it as far as it went, pushing his fingers in my butt.
- You were a bad slut, little bitch – A slap on my butt – see why I had to punish you? Don't worry, I'm done with you... I'll just leave a little gift so you remember me, and you'll see me again, you piece of shit – another slap, and then something going in my body, deep inside as it burned yet again –There, have fun
I could barely grasp the fact that he was leaving, but even my hardest effort to get up didn't work. I tried to get the object out of my butthole, but my fingers were trembling so bad, and I could only push the tip of a finger inside, before wincing and gasping. Slowly crawling to the edge of the bed, I threw myself to the floor, trying to get to my pants that were somewhere in the room. I could feel the anxiety build up as I took the phone and my watery eyes blocked my view to find his contact... Bruno's contact. But when I stopped to think about it, I felt ashamed and couldn't bring myself to call him. I cried alone, from physical and psychological pain, from fear of whatever that was inside me, from the horror of thinking that the man could come back.
I slowly took the phone again and dialed the numbers I had memorized... Manu's number
- Hello?
- Manuel... I need help – I hiccupped
- Ben? Help? What happened?
- I... - there was some noise on the other side of the line and then his voice
-Where are you? – it was Bruno
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The Price Of Happiness (BoyxBoy)
Romantizm"- Do you trust me? - I trust no one" Benjamin Cooper has been selling his body since he was thirteen. Each of his days from that time have been a nightmare, but he has gotten used to pain, loneliness is all he knows. And to make the matters wo...
