//so far this is what I have written for a story I’m making, should I finish the chapter and publish or scrap it?
The room was hot and humid and sweat streamed down his face. Small pants and moans escaped his parted lips as his small, fragile, body was roughly forced against the bed. It was sick really, the idea of sex alone made him want to vomit, and yet there he was being helplessly pounded into by some disgusting unknown man, it was repulsive.
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Eren allowed a weak smile to plaster his face as he half listened to his best friend, Armin, who sat across the table from him. Eren knew that Armin was just trying to help, after all it was his mother's death anniversary, but Eren really just needed something pleasurable to distract him.
His mother had died nearly two years ago after their house caught on fire and a falling beam crushed her legs. He still couldn't get over it though, every night his dreams were haunted with her memory, in return Eren usually found himself naked and waking up the next morning in someone else's bed.
"Are you even listening?"
Eren was shaken abruptly from his thoughts as he realized Armin was still there. He was going to lie but realized it wasn't worth it.
"I really wasn't...I'm sorry Armin but I need to get going."
With that Eren stood up and hastily grabbed his jacket that had been carelessly thrown over the top of a chair. He tried to ignore Armin's look of sadness and confusion as he headed towards the door. His pants felt tight and his mind was foggy. Eren needed someone and fast.
As Eren closed the door behind him a blast of wind ruffled his hair and turned his cheeks a shade of pink. The smell of Autumn was heavy in the air and with it came the cold threat of winter.