NICHOLAS:Instinct? I told you all I suck at it and no one spared me the deal.Look at what it got me to do. To flirt and magnetize on Capell for my anger, and as if that wasn’t enough, I walked into the damn garden with him, on the outlook of Greg.I had everyone rooting for me. Out of the blue and by my stupid action, I turned them against me.“You are an asshole,” Wendy said.“You are better off in the mud and alone!” Park added.But I am not angry. I have disappointed them again, so I deserve every name-calling.I looked over to the part of the garden that stood Greg after Waldeen walked out on me, and he wasn’t there. He disappeared. And when I turned back, Park had gone too.“Fuvk!”I collapsed on the seat with no idea of what to do. I shouldn’t go to Wendy in his present temper. Park may not dare mold a fist against me but his lashes won’t be better either.I should go to Greg. I went for him. I hurried into his classroom but saw neither him nor the curly-haired friend. I was ab
GREG:I tried to look happy and at my best. I covered my pains and laughed aloud to avoid anyone pining on my sadness and turning against Nicholas.Stupid as it may seem, I held onto the tiniest hope that Nicholas would come around. He would wake up and say he didn’t mean to abandon me.It never happened. Nicholas didn’t call or text. He shut down his cell phone to keep me from reaching him as well, and it hurt as hell.It hurts unimaginably that every night I cry my balls out; and end up running out of the house at the early rise of the morning to school to avoid questions from the household.“I am here if you want to talk about anything.” Mr. Ben kept saying.I couldn’t avoid him. Mr. Ben met me groggy and flattened every morning. Although he saw it, he knows not to ask questions and I didn’t tell him either. I didn’t tell anyone Nicholas broke up with me. I could confide in Mr. Ben and he won’t tell anyone if I asked him not to, he is loyal and attentive to whatever I request of hi
GREG:My eyelashes fluttered at the dangling light balls above me, my ears flapped to the loud music and my brain stupefied on the volume. Wondering why I was surrounded by such noises, I stretched awake.I felt the softness of an unfamiliar couch, and I made to stand but was hit back down by strokes of dizziness. Where am I?I couldn’t fish out the memory. I only got filled with flashes of Nicholas leaning to kiss Capell and parading him everywhere.Nicholas. I should quit him off my head, yet a series of trials to shut him out proved abortive and left me with a wrinkled forehead and soar taste.Meanwhile, I remembered leaving the school ahead of everyone, picking a cab, and unfortunately growing sick and ending up on the street. I had held onto a street pole to recuperate before someone came to my aid. Yes, someone familiar took me with him.Who can that be? He introduced himself, I remember, and also insisted I register it.The door opened and to avoid being caught awake, I became
GREG: I took my car keys and walked into everyone in the living room.Granny stood with a glass of milk, aiming to bring me breakfast. Rose in her uniform, combines her meal with creating social media reels. Dad is out to his office and Mum, looking nowhere ready for work, sits with her tablet, scrolling through and fro.“Greg?” Granny announced my presence and everyone nimbled to scan me.“Good morning.” I made a general greeting and took the glass cup from Granny. “Thank you.”Mr. Nazit and his nearby subordinates looked so pleased to see me and so were the few housekeepers at reach.It has been days of dwelling in my room. My sudden appearance had them treating me like the Lazarus. It is not very pleasant to see that reaction, but I appreciate they missed me.Although no one bothered to knock me out of my room during that time, Granny didn’t fail to widen my door on every meal of the day in fear I starve in solidarity.“You are quite dressed,” Mum couldn’t hide her joy. “Come, sit
GREG:Nothing is more satisfying than having Nicholas with me. He has proven his repentance, and if I were to choose, I see no reason for any discussion.All I want is to get back with him. Bringing him to school is secondary; I am not ashamed to voice it.“Where are we going?”I asked as we left the elevator to the building's car park. I know where we should go. We should be in his apartment, making up for the days apart rather than doing a bulky head of talk.“Anywhere.” He said.“Are you sure I can choose?”We indeed needed to talk. But that doesn’t mean we can’t after what I had in mind. If only he agrees I decide, I will lead us to a perfect location.“Greg, please.”Too bad, Nicholas is having it grim and strict.“Okay, serious head, we can drive to D’caprias if all you want to be is focused and determined.”“Shit!” He exclaimed and turned to me in horror. “Stop the car!”“What?!”“Pull over.”“What now?” I pulled to a pathway and Nicholas loosened his seat belt. “What are you do
"Do not pleasure him, Code. I need him in pain." Said the only r*pist in the room. I heard him unzipping and my heart crumbled. Perhaps, he is about to take over. He is going to show this Code how a prey should be eaten. I focused on the sound of the zipper, picturing what the voice was about to do to me when Code's unexpected thrust brought me to gasp."Arrgh!"The pleasure I felt a while ago disappeared as Code clung to my waist and pounded in all might. His moans became louder and that told me he was after a climax."Uhh!" He exhaled and deepened his rod, slamming my hole to his satisfaction, with little mercy."Stop... Please." The pain was unbearable yet I gripped tight. I held unto the strange sensation that came from his every hard thrust.Yes, I felt pleasure amidst pains, and grew confused on which to focus on – the pain of being r*ped or the pleasure of having my first s*x.****************GREG:That is my definition of life up to this day, a Friday morning as I left my b
Gladly, I'm not yet dead when I finally woke and felt the existence of life, but my sight was blocked and everything, was dark. I tried opening my eyes but couldn't feel them. I lifted my hands to my eyes, and that is when I realized that I am tied to something and blindfolded. I kicked out my legs, they were free, but what use are they to me in this situation? I can't untie myself with my legs. I made to scream but my throat was as dry as a rock, so I retired to moving and muffling sounds to attract whoever to rescue me. I am certain I'm laid on a bed and tied to the bedpost for I can feel the softness of bedsheets on my back. The squeaks as I move and kick the air, tell me this may be a metal bed or a wooden weak one. I kept kicking and muffling until I got tired and decided to do a little thinking about my fate.I don't know what I have done to deserve this. If it isn't what I have done, Who is doing this to me then and why? As much as I do not care to know my dad's kind of busi
I am been driven for a long time that I could no longer feel my buttocks. It feels like I am breathing through my asshole, it hasn't stopped throbbing since my encounter. Sitting here isn't helping my condition but I had to do as was harshly instructed by a different voice from the one in the room which filled my eardrum all day. He warned me against trying to untie the blindfold since he set my hands free. He shouldn't bother sending his warnings, I am too exhausted to fight anyway. I could smell the presence of more than two people here. I do not care how many they are anymore but to get dropped alive.This voice has made it worst for me than the one who enjoyed the scene back in my confinement and I couldn't stop imagining what an ugly face owns such a coarse voice. He had roughly shaken me off my slumber after I was helplessly drained by that stranger and ordered me to wear my school uniform which he flung to my face.Still, in a blindfold, I dressed up, got dragged, and seated