The Only One

Ripped apart

(Before anything happens my dears, I would just like to say, thank you for your patience! Also.. I'm sorry.. I'm bad at writing stuff like this, but I hope you enjoy!!)

Jake opened his eyes, feeling cool, stagnant air around him, engulfing him in a sense of calm. He knew where he was immediately, recognizing the pale, yellowed white fences surrounding large, run down houses with flickering, sad lights. He felt the overgrown, soft blades of grass tickle his calves, and the soft hums of the entity rang throughout the dark, pitiful streets. The saboteur smiled a bit, knowing that his killer was here.. and that the entity was being rather kind to him today. The boy silently thanked the entity for her kindness, then went out to find the others who had been thrown into the deadly playground.

The smaller male looked around, recalling his friend, Claudette, had heard whispers speaking the names of her, himself, David, and possibly Tapp showing for the "game", but he wasn't entirely sure just yet. He pondered going to look for them for a bit longer, as he had been looking for a few minutes, but just decided to go work on a generator, seeing as he had to make himself useful. The young male stumbled over to a metallic machine, slowly hunching over and beginning his work cautiously, a soft, eery hum filling his mind, as the entity filled his mind. He stiffened when his heart began pounding in his ears and his boyfriends signature theme began to ring out throughout the smaller playground. The small male continued to work, even if his boyfriend was the killer, he was still cautious, aware of everything around him. He slicked his hair back, biting his lip painfully hard, but not really noticing the pain. The small male finally finished fixing the generator, earning a loud pop followed by an even louder scream, causing Jake to snap his head back. That scream was Detective Tapp, a man he never really got to know, but he knew of as a kind soul.

        "Shit.. Jake help.." the saboteur had turned his attention to the man who was bleeding out next to him. David, his best friend, was asking for some help.. obviously he was gonna help! He bent down, grabbing the med kit David had brought, and opened it, beginning to work on the slash mark across his abdomen. But, what Jake hadn't realized, was that David was uncomfortably touching his thigh.
     (Before I go on, I have to note that if you are not comfortable with this type of thing, I'm going to put down 🥺as a symbol to kind of show that this is going to be a drastic change, skip to the next 🥺 you see if you wanna skip this. Alright, thank you lovelies!!)

       "David.. why are you.. please move your hand.." Jake uncomfortably swallowed, knowing that this was.. wrong. "Jake.. I've become.. bored you could say.. I want more from, the sexual side of things. I talked to Dwight about it and he's alright with it, I just want you to be ok with it.." the brute softly spoke, but Jake was beginning to be more and more uncomfortable. "I'm sorry David.. I just.. no..  not with you." The saboteur finished fixing up the wound, then tried standing up, but was kept down by two strong hands holding him down. David pushed him to the ground, keeping him held down by his shoulders. "Please, don't knock it till you try it, honey." David slowly leaned over the smaller boys body, pushing his face to his, kissing at him. Jake struggled under the bigger males grasp, pushing and kicking at him, but it wasn't enough to get him off. Jake screamed as David pushed himself onto his neck, knowing his boyfriend would come.. right.. right?? Jake continued to scream, but was cut off by David's hand securing his mouth shut, as he continued to kiss his neck. Jake struggled, pushing up at David. That's when he heard a scream, and his hand was removed from his face. It was Claudette.. they were the last two. "I've got to go.. we're the only two left.. remember.. dont knock it till you try it." As fast as David was there, he was gone.

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    Jake sat up, disgust prickling against his skin, filling his mind, he felt as if he wanted to vomit right then and there. He stood up, dusted off his pants, and ran off to the strode house, all the paled houses and fences were running in his mind like a blur. He made it inside and ran to the room with a paled mattress on the floor, then sat down, biting his lip. He didn't want to move.. didn't want to see.. so he just, shut his eyes, over thinking everything. The first, and biggest question in his mind was, "How am I going to tell Michael?"

      Hello my lovelies! How are you all? Enjoying the story so far? Again, I told y'all that I'm sorry 🥺✊🏻

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