Pain radiated through my lower body with just the slightest movement, and

my body felt like it was falling apart.

Bruises and marks permeated through almost every single part of my body. I slowly opened my eyes from the nightmare. My blurry vision began to focus on the light that passed through the dark, black curtains. I started recalling everything that happened in my brain. Images flowed back in, as if reinforcing my feelings of suffering now more than ever.

Please, let this all not be true. I wish it was only a dream... Can it be just like that, please?

An image of me breaking into the house.

The image of me getting captured.

The image of me fighting them.

And the part that I...

Each picture that flashed was focused on a single person's face. The more I

remembered, the more I thought of that face in my head. The torment and

suffering I felt multiplied.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth from the sharp pain I felt in my naked

body's back. I tried to use my hands to support myself. But that's when I

realized that my forearms were firmly restrained by a leather belt. I felt the pain in my muscles that made me cramp. I forcefully thrusted my forearms to get it out of the bond, but it didn't work. I was still weak. My arms got so bruised that it was almost unbearable.

A familiar voice called out, and I jumped in paranoia before

glancing at the man that just stepped into the bedroom.

I said even though my voice was still hoarse. My throat felt so dry and it was stinging and hurting.

Vegas, the bastard, was holding a pitcher and poured water in a glass.

He smiled softly then turned to look at me with a sly smirk. His eyes flashed with satisfaction when he saw my condition. The more he stared at me, the more fear grew in my heart little by little. I raised my legs a bit and sat up.

Even though my arms were still tied, I still wanted to find something to cover myself with. Or just make me feel a little bit safer.

Vegas held the glass of water to my mouth. I immediately shook my head and looked away.

Despite how thirsty I really was, I would definitely never ask

anything from this person.

Said Vegas, grinning. I didn't even turn my head to look at him. I didn't want to remember in my head all the things he did to me. I knew if I looked at his face, I would be transported back to that time again.

Vegas yelled loudly before squeezing my cheeks with his hands to

forcefully turn my face to him, shoving the glass at my mouth.

I tried to push him away but I couldn't fight him. He poured the water into my mouth, regardless of whether I could drink it or not.

I choked on the water that flowed into my mouth and got in my

nose until tears appeared in my eyes because I couldn't breathe for a second.

Said Vegas as he placed the empty glass next to his bed.

I tried to force my wrists back and forth in hopes that the belt would loosen.

Vegas said as if it was all a joke.

He moved down and sat on the edge of the bed in a chilling manner. I felt so hurt. I wanted to get a knife, a gun, or whatever possible to kill him. I didn't even want to be in the same world as him. I swear, if not, I was going to let myself die.

Vegas moved closer and closer to me until I had to push myself with both hands to get away.

I said, my voice trembling in paranoia. Fear and panic went through my mind non-stop. No matter how much I tried to be brave,

inside I felt so fragile like I've never been before.

Vegas scoffed with a clearly irritated expression on his face.

I glared at him for a moment before turning my head away. Vegas is a

psychopath. Just the thought of breathing the same air as him made me feel disgusted.

Vegas said in a mocking tone.

I said in a low voice.

Vegas grabbed my face and made me turn to look at him again.

I repeated, shouting directly at his face.

Vegas extended his hand and was about to slap me.

But instead, I moved even closer and shouted at the top of my voice.

I said, panting from anger.

My eyes glared at Vegas relentlessly. He was probably on the verge of

exploding now. I showed rage in my eyes even though my heart was pounding in fear. If he was going to kill me now, then I was willing to let it happen. I couldn't bear seeing myself so pathetic like this anymore.

Whack! A thick palm slapped against my cheek with full force. My face

flickered until I became numb for a moment. Eventually, blood splattered

from my mouth.

Vegas snatched my hair and yanked it so hard that my head started hurting.

I stared at Vegas so fiercely. I didn't care anymore if I was going to die right there and then.

Vegas gripped my hair tightly before he knelt down on the bed and

straightened himself up.

Vegas suddenly lowered his pants and

underwear as I hurriedly looked up at him in horror. My hear began to pound with fear. The image of last night returned in my mind. It was pathetic, sickening, and disgusting. Utterly disgusting! I'll never forgive this bastard for the rest of my life, just wait and see!

As soon as he said that, I immediately understood everything. I struggled

against him without stopping. Trying to use all my strength, I pulled on my

wrists that were stinging in pain. But at the moment, I didn't think about

whether I'd get injured or not. I wasn't going to let him do this shit to me again.

I tried to move my wrists again until blood started dripping from the leather. The bastard Vegas stared at me with a satisfied smirk. He

was even having fun.

Vegas yanked my hair again.

My face was twitching in pain. I felt hurt all over my body. I felt hurt in my heart. Was there anything else that was hurting? I wanted to say it, to admit that I was afraid and so scared. Afraid of what's happening to me. Worse than death, I have never felt this kind of fear before.

I said while closing my eyes.

From the corner of my sight, I noticed Vegas' hands were now stroking his

cock up and down.

Said Vegas with a smirk.

I said, trembling.

I was a man, and I've never hated gay men, but I never imagined that I would be in this situation. It was like my whole dignity was getting thrown away, and getting spat on and completely crushed by Vegas' own hands.

I ignored his cynical remarks because it didn't affect me in the slightest. The only thing I was concerned with was how I could escape from his wickedness right now.

The moment I struggled, he used one hand to squeeze both of my cheeks tightly before his other hand grabbed his erected cock and shoved it to my mouth. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to close my lips, but he forced

them to open.

As soon as he put it in my mouth, I

choked on it, sickened and disgusted.

It was so disgusting that I wanted to spit it out, but one of his hands moved to my own cock and held it tight to ensure that I wouldn't dare to bite him. I thought of doing it at first but now I was swallowing hard. Doing the most shameful thing I've ever done in my life.

I closed my eyes. I couldn't bear to see my state right now. The bastard

Vegas grabbed my hair and moved my head, forcing me to suck him as he

wanted.

Vegas let out a groan from his throat which was a sound I hated

hearing from him the most. It emphasized how much he was enjoying what he was doing to me. The thing in my mouth moved in and out smoothly. My face distorted and I would choke several times, but his hand held my face tightly and thrusted his hips to me.

Said Vegas as he moaned.

I didn't know how he was relishing this right now. I just knew that after this, I wanted to die! I can't coexist with this man in the same world. I felt so disgusted with myself that I let that feeling stick with me. Every part of my body was sweating. The veins in my temples throbbed from intense stress.

I flinched and tensed up when Vegas' hands found their way to my

cock and started stroking it. I felt it harden but I knew it wasn't because I liked it.

Vegas ordered. The speed of his moving hips got even faster.

I felt suffocated as he slammed it into my mouth all at once and

immersed in it before moving in a slower pace. I felt his cock touch the back of my throat until I tilted my head, wanting to vomit.

I opened my eyes to look

at him in pain before closing them again, my face distorting. I felt his thumb play with the tip of my cock. I groaned in agony.

Vegas threatened me, making me surrender in fear.

I had no other choice. Out of fear, I moved my mouth to suck his cock. I felt moisture coming from the corner of my eyes. Tears streamed down my face. It wasn't because I felt depressed or weak. But it was the fact that I couldn't even resist. Intense resentment and anger formed inside my heart until all I felt was fury.

Vegas tightened his grip on my hair. His hips thrusted even faster so I couldn't breathe properly at all.

His hips kept hitting all the way in. He penetrated my throat until I

could hardly stand it. Fucking Vegas sped up his hips and moved my head so fast that I almost suffocated, his hands still playing with my cock. There were no good emotions whatsoever, but every time he touched my cock, there was

an occasional reaction.

My vision was starting to blur from

being forced back and forth, and I was beginning to choke. So I just did what he wanted. It's like I had nothing else to lose and I just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. End it quickly.

Said Vegas in a sweet voice, but I knew he was really anything but sweet. I kept sucking and moving my mouth as Vegas forced me to do so.

The pain engulfed my entire chest. I had nothing left. I didn't even feel

like a human being anymore. I was completely wrecked. With the state I was in, I was broken both physically and mentally.

I didn't even dare to open my eyes to look at what was happening around me. I was afraid that I won't be able to suppress my anger from how unbearable it all felt.

After a little while, Vegas distanced his hands away from me and used his

arm to hold on to the headboard of the bed, thrusting his hips in and out

continuously.

At that moment, Vegas twitched. The milky white liquid spilled into my throat until the unique smell wafted through my mouth. It tasted a little bitter and the thickness of it made me...

As soon as Vegas pulled away from me, withdrawing his cock from

my mouth, I spat out the liquid and vomited in disgust.

Vegas reached out to grab a tissue and cleaned himself. Then he wore his pants back on and walked away to get something from the drawer.

I kept my gaze downwards. Goosebumps rose throughout my body. I hurriedly took a deep breath. Now I had a throbbing headache. I started feeling so dizzy that I could barely support myself.

Thunk! The bastard Vegas put something around my wrist before taking off the leather belt around my forearms.

I held my arm closer to me. I was so exhausted and in so much pain that I

couldn't even lift my arms properly. Fucking Vegas freed my right hand but cuffed my left arm with a huge chain that was held together by a big padlock.

I tried to pull my wrist away, but it was too difficult. Only a key could

really open it. Add to the fact that the chain was very long and heavy.

I furiously narrowed my eyes

at Vegas.

I yelled at him angrily.

Vegas pointed at the bathroom with an irritated expression.

I bit my lower lip as I turned away from him.

Vegas leaned forward and whispered softly in my ear. I pushed him hard before I stood up from the bed with difficulty. I walked straight into the bathroom.

Everything I felt on the bed worsened the moment my feet touched the floor.

An extraordinary pain rushed through almost every part of my body. My legs were weak, trembling to the point where I could barely balance myself. I hurried to find something to hold on to, guiding myself with the drawers and

walls until I reached the bathroom.

Vegas burst out laughing as he watched me. Now I didn't want to die, I wanted to live and wait for the day where I can take my revenge on people like him!

Asshole!

Vegas yelled as I was closing the bathroom door and found that it

didn't close properly.

As soon as I got inside, I turned on the shower and stood still while the warm

water washed away all the dirt and ugliness. Using both hands, I leaned

against the wall to keep myself from falling to the ground. At least for now, I was alone and I was hoping I could figure something out.

What am I going to do with this horrible mess I'm in? I used one of my hands to caress the parts of my body that his fingertips touched me. It hurts so much, each and every part. I didn't even know which one I should pay attention to first. But I was sure that nothing will hurt as much as my heart did. I've never been insulted like this before, to be treated like I wasn't a human being. After this, no matter what happens, I swear I'll kill him in the end.

As time passed, I just let the water flow across my body. I was constantly

thinking of ways to escape but the long chain held me in place. It was locked to the bedpost, and it would be easier if I could move the bed and drag it towards the balcony. Maybe I should ask for help, but fuck! Who will help you in this house, Pete?! Dammit!

The more I thought, the more my head hurt. I seemed crazy, looking left and right, but I couldn't find a way out. This place is like hell. What awful sin did I commit that got me in this situation?

Wham! It was the sound of the door hitting the wall hard. I was startled and I jumped in surprise. The chaotic thoughts in my head disappeared and I focused on the person standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the

door in a relaxed manner.

said Vegas in a normal tone, but his face held a feeling of mischievousness. I'm usually unbiased when it comes to people, and I rarely hated on anyone. But

with this bastard, I surely detested him to the bone.

I asked, pushing my back against the bathroom wall. My reaction was instinctual. It was like being in a dangerous situation and my subconscious was trying to find a safer place.

I took a deep breath and turned away from him. Fuck! If only my body could recover faster, I would've punched him already.