Ryan took off his trousers along with boxers and then spread Mark's legs apart so he could fit in between them.
"No! Please don't! " Mark was crying.
But Ryan wasn't listening him. He was too confident about it.
So he just pushed in, roughly and painfully. Oh yeah, he wanted to hurt Mark as much as he could.
With every thrust he was slapping Mark's face and with other hand he was opening these cuts that he's made. He even pushed his finger once or twice into some wounds, deepening them and fouling.
"Aaargh! Stop,stop it! PLEEEASE!! I beg you! STOP IT! " Mark was faithless now.
"I will...when I come." Ryan whispered harshly.
When he was done finally (after ,oh sooo long, 30 minutes ) he stood up and dressed.
"Now listen to me fucker! If you tell anyone or the police, I swear I'll kill you and no one will find your body. "
Then he went out, closing the door with a loud 'thud', leaving Mark as he was, tied on the floor, bleeding, widened, with Ryan's seed dripping from his hole. And Mark was crying, quietly sobbing, wishing that Gary was here before to protect him. Then he fall asleep.
About 2 hours later Gary knocked on Mark's doors. Nothing.
"Mark!? " he called. Silence.
He pushed the handle and, to his surprise, the door opened. What he saw then was beyond his imagination.
"Mark! Mark!! " he ran closer to him.
(Meantime )
Mark started to hear something, like from far far away. A whisper. "Mark. " Then louder and louder. "Mark! Mark! "
(Now)
Mark's eyelids lifted just slightly, and after a few seconds his eyes opened fully.
"Mark, what happened baby? " Gary was so scared and shocked.
"Gaz? H-help me... " it was just a weak, barely audible noise.
Gary untied him carefully and took him to the bathroom. There he placed him in a tub and tried to clean a bit his wounds,scars and the rest of his body. Then he found in a shelf some hydrogen peroxide and applied it on them.
"I'll take you to the hospital. " Gary said while bandaging the worst wounds.
"No! You can't. " Mark had a fear in his eyes.
"Why? "
"Because the will think that I did it myself or that someone stabbed me. "
"And...? "
"They can't find out who did this... "
"But Mark, police need to catch that rubbish person "
"No, if I tell anyone he will kill me, he promised me that. " Mark was shaking.
"OK,tell me who? Who is that dick? "
"I can't tell even you... "
"For fuck's sake, Mark! Are you out of your head?! I'm worried, tell me! " Gary shouted.
"D-don't shout a-at me " Mark curled up into a ball on the floor in the corner.
