Stealing Cinder (No Not Cinderella!) (BOYXBOY)

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Okay so this is my second boyxboy story I've decided to post and work on and everything. This first chapter does contain a rape scene in it and although I'm not very good at writing them I am not afraid to get into the sex scenes :P if this disturbs anyone then those people can go read about candy clouds and gumdrops! :) But I am becoming quite fond of this story although I've written one chapter.

Song of the chapter: Dream a Little Dream of Me by the mama's and the papa's

Chapter 1:Handcuffs and Lust

Cinder's POV

    "Cinder! Get your fucking ass in here!"

'Shit' I thought. Obviously something had gone completely wrong at work and now they were pissed.

And who better to be pissed at than me.

    I sighed before pushing my covers back and brushing my gray hair from my eyes. Yes I said gray, I'm fifteen and it's gray. Hilarious right?

    Anyways I made my way into the living room, skittishly awaiting the surprise attack they were going to lay on me. My 'dad' sat on the couch watching the t.v. while I stood in the doorway. He's not my father, I don't know that man, but this one and his wife had kept me here. As prisoner as far as I knew.

     When he turned it made me flinch away, I may have been his 'son', but he could enforce fear in anyone.

    "Where's mom?" I squeaked. Obeying the rule they had lain down about treating them as parents

He smiled. His teeth perfectly white although with  his personality I could only imagine them rotting and falling out of the mans head.

    "She had to stay late at work," he said nonchalantly. I swallowed hard, what was he playing at tonight? When it was only us in the house he would usually leave me be with a few smacks here and there but that didn't seem to be on the agenda tonight

    "I thought we could spend some father son time together, what d'ya say Cinder?"

    "You're not my father," the words slipped off my tognue before I could stop them and I watched his face contort to that of my own perrsonal devil.

    In a second was off the couch and pushing me against the wall.

    "What did you say!?" he hissed. I knew he hadn't gone to work at all today by the smell of alcohol on his breath. I shook my head and bit my tognue to keep the words from spilling out again. His right hand jabbed painfully into my chest as he continued to spill incoherent sentences in my face.

    "Are you fucking listening!?" He screamed. I looked him dead in the eye and he knew I wasn't.

    He took a hold of my scrawny upper arm and dragged me back down the hallway into my room.

    "I'm sorry daddy," I whimpered. He threw me to the hardwood floor and I yelped in surprise as my head bounced of the dresser.

    "Sorry doesn't cut it Cinder, you're denying you're family and that's just crossing the line," he said calmly. Too calmly for my liking of course.

    His hand came down hard on my stomach as he began beating on me. My muscles began screaming in pain as my breathing quickened and my chest seized up in fear. I tried taking the deep breaths the doctor advised for when these panic attacks came along but couldn't manage it.

    "Aww what's wrong there Cinderella? Are you getting a little nervous," I winced at his tone and how he used my name. 'Cinderella' I wasn't a girl and they only called me Cinder because of my hair which was now the ashy color that came from their stupidity of trying to dye my black hair blonde. Obviously someone didn't know you can't dye a dark color a lighter one. I can't remember what my name had actually been but I had the feeling  it was something gentle.