Page 5 of Bedlam

“No, not yet. We still have time!” I yell, but she doesn’t listen.

“Guards.” She calls, and three men enter the room. I have no idea where I am. All I know is that it’s hot and musky wherever this place is. The three men walk over to her. One spills her tits out of her bra, taking a nipple into his mouth as another gets on his knees, eating her pussy, and the last guy kisses her. Why I am watching this makes no fucking sense to me. She moans as all three men play with her body, but then pushes them away.

“Jermone, did you bring what I asked for?” She says, and he nods, producing a short black rod.What the fuck?

“Miguel, lift me up and Albert, line his cock up with my entrance.” She orders and I thrash against the chains as Jermone comes behind me. No, no, no. Of all the things I’ve endured in this life by my sick father and his friends, being raped isn’t one of them.

“This will only hurt for a second, boy.” He laughs. I hear him spit before I feel the cold metal slide between my cheeks as Albert lifts my cock, spitting on it. The rod breaches my ass just as Miguel slams Marsela down on my cock, causing the rod to go deeper. I want to fucking scream, but this is what she wants. I bite my fucking tongue until the copper tang fills my mouth and I look down to spit it in Albert's face.

Miguel holds her tightly, pushing and pulling her on my length. I start to go soft because I do not want this, but then an electric jolt hits my insides and my screams echo the emptyroom as their laughs taunt me. The burning sensation, along with her wet cunt, is not helping. I’m fighting with everything I have to hold on to the pain rather than the pleasure. I refuse to give her what she wants, but as she rides my cock, another current flows through me and my balls tighten.No. No. No.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She screams as another current hits me, only this time it’s intense and I can’t hold back any more, sending me over the edge in both pain and pleasure as I spill my load deep inside her.

Jerome pulls out the rod and I take a deep breath, feeling absolutely disgusted with myself. Marsela stays seated on my twitching cock, making sure she gets every last fucking drop. I close my eyes, wanting this to all be a fucking dream.

It was never supposed to be her. She was never meant to have my baby. How the fuck do I come back from this? Fucking how?

Miguel finally pulls her off of me, setting her down on her feet. She spins with a syringe in her hand, “Nighty night, Daddy.”

five

Embrace The Darkness

Jameson

White light fades in and out as I hear commotion all around me. The electric currents being sent to my heart hurt like a fucking bitch.

“Jamie, come on. Take my hand, Mo Gra.” I hear my girl’s voice in the distance.

“Jade, where are you, Princess? I can’t see you.” I whisper.

“I’m right here, give me your hand. It will be okay. Come with me.” She says as I feel my hand drop, warm tingles crawling up my fingers.

“See, I got you, Mo Gra. Let’s go play. Bring The Carver with you. I need you both.” She pleads.

“Time of Death, 18:45.” A voice says. Wait, time of death. What the fuck? I’m not dead. No one can kill me but her. Not even my stupid brother sending that knife into my chest could kill me. Does that mean we are both dead?

“Jade, Princess, I need to see your face. Where are we going?” I yell in a panic, but she just giggles.

“Just trust me. Let go of the white light and join me in the darkness.” She says with a sinister laugh.

Then I feel warm lips pressed against mine and a weight laying against my chest. This person is speaking, but it’s coming out all muffled. Someone else enters the room and the weight on my chest lifts. I try to focus on the surrounding people. There’s yelling. My brothers are arguing. They need to cut that fucking shit out.

“Jamie,” she whispers, but I’m too hyper focused on the bullshit being spewed around me. The heart monitor starts to beep, and I feel warm hands grabbing at mine.

I want to yell at them, tell them I am okay, but the white light is fading and my body moves as flashes come and go. All different colors hit my vision.

Another blinding white light hits and a sudden rush of heat through my veins sends me further into the darkness.

“It’s okay, Mo Gra. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere without you.” Her voice reassures me that everything will be okay in the darkness, so I embrace it, floating in the abyss until my mind finally quiets down and there’s nothing. No feeling, no thinking, and everything goes blank.

six

Box of Ashes

Spade

Walking down the hall, I meet Slim by the vending machines. He’s leaning against the wall, texting rapidly on his phone. Even when I approach, it doesn’t hinder his aggressive texting.

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