Love Lost, Cursed Hope

Jack Franks, better known as the West Side's Reaper, is the world wide known notorious Leader of the ruthless Bloody Tears Gang. Five long years have passed since he lost the love of his life.

The day his lover and trusted subordinate Sam betrayed him, both disapearing without a trace, he tore the world apart to find them. He swore to take his lover Andy back by any means necessary, Andy's consent be damned. But before he could recover his cheating lover and punish his defiant subordinate he discovered them at the bottom of a cliff, dead from what seemed to be terrible car accident. Left alone in the world, empty with no where to vent his hollow loss and impotent anger he doubled down on his gang's activities. Torture and killing his only means for any relief to his turmuolous emotions.

Jeremy is a college student, living an average life. But fate is a cruel mistress, and one night he finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Witnessing a murder in an alley he is captured and taken to the gang's base of operation. His fate is sealed, death awaits him, until Jack happens to catch a glimpse of him before he is hauled off to his execution.

"Wait." Jack approaches the car's trunk and brushes a lock of hair from Jeremy's unconscious face, gazing at the young man his heart begins to race as he feels a foreign yet familiar stirring in his groin. How can this man look so much like Andy? Did his lover have a child that he didn't know about? Staring down at this helpless youth he isn't sure what he is feeling. But he knows that the boy isn't going to die tonight. "Take him to my bedroom. Let me know when he wakes up."

What will become of Jeremy after his ill-fated meeting with one of the world's most infamous killers? Only time will tell.

Warning: This story contains depictions rape. This is a purely fictional story only. I do not condone acts of violence or rape. If you can not separate fantasy from reality then please do not read this story. Thank you.