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The Boy in the Bubble
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Bersambung, Awal publikasi Des 01, 2021
Dewasa
I had always had my suspicions, the times when he had been missing school. There's no way that someone just gets sick that easily but he told me to stay out of it. He didn't trust me enough to want to talk about it with me but never did I expect it to be something as big as this. 

Never did I expect to see someone I cared so deeply for, quivering on the floor, a sheen of sweat on his face and his pants red. 

Red with blood. 

His blood. 


THINGS TO NOTE: 
-This is a gay story, if that makes you uncomfortable then please leave. 
-This story contains mature content, such as sexual acts, derogatory terms towards gay men, abuse and self-harm. 
-The main relationship in this story is BDSM related, meaning that it involves age play. 
-To reiterate, if any of the above topics make you uncomfortable then this is the time to leave this story.
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You spoke with your fists more than you spoke with your words the hate poured out of you and onto me for all the things that weren't my fault You've beaten the fight out of me taught me not to run and tell a lesson made in blood turned me into your slave You showed me kindness in rare moments you didn't make my life hell a manipulation or a nicer side to you I could never tell You fed me breadcrumbs made me treasure them like gold until I worshipped the ground you walked on and looked at you like one might look at God You upped and left never said a goodbye it hurt more than the most painful fist and the cruelest lie You became a ghost haunted me for a decade showed up in memories and dreams and one summer night in real life All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without the written permission of the author.