Page 12 of Little Psycho

“Ahh,” I cry, trying to do it as quietly as I can, even though it feels like I’m being ripped apart.

“I’m sorry, Cali.I’m so sorry,” he whispers in my ear as he licks the shell of it, drawing his hips back and thrusting forward until he’s all the way inside my ass.

With two of my holes filled to the brink, Ash pushes on my back and inches my chest against Dom’s, turning my head so I’m eye level with his cock as he stands beside the bed.His eyes do the talking, the pleading, the apologizing.I open my mouth willingly and suck him inside, trying to focus on him and not Dom and Kill as they fuck me in unison, stretching me more than I’ve ever been before.

“Now fuck,” Adam orders, his words slurred from glass after glass of whiskey.

The boys listen, amplifying up their thrusts and strokes, fucking me hard, fast, and deep.The bed creaks and moans in response to their relentless movements, and I’m not sure whether I want to cry out in pleasure or pain; it’s all too much, overwhelming me from every angle.

“Choke her; I want to see her pretty little eyes pop out of her head,” Kill’s father commands, a deep grunt escaping his lips.

I don’t want this.But I know I have no choice.I have to take it.I have to endure whatever they want to do to me.

I close my eyes and try to block out the sensations, the sounds, and the knowledge of what horror and degradation I’m experiencing—not from the boys, but from their perverted fathers.

After what feels like an eternity, they finally finish.I collapse onto the bed, my body feeling like it’s been put through a meat grinder.I can’t even bring myself to look at any of them, feeling the evidence of their despicable actions seeping out of every pore in my body.

I know the boys are sorry, but they don’t dare say it.I don’t hate them for what they did—I hate their fathers.I wonder if they know that their fathers have been some of the winners over the years… I doubt it.

As the six of them leave, not saying another word, I just lay here, unable to move, my mind in a fog as I try to process the violation I just accepted.And I know, deep down, that this is far from over.My future holds nothing but darkness and torment at the hands of my parents, who hold the power over me—unless I can put an end to it all.

FOUR

GUILT

BURIED MYSELF ALIVE—THE USED

KILLIAN (24)

Hearing the cell doors slam shut with an echo, I crawl into my bunk, unbuttoning the dull orange jumpsuit I’ve been living in for the last year and a half.

I reach under the thin pillow I rest my head on and pull out the only book I’ve had since I’ve been here—the fucking Bible.Opening it, I slide out the picture, studying it as my fingers trace over the broken girl with the face of an angel.Looking at Calista dressed in a tight red dress that shows off every curve perfectly, my heart aches at the memories from that night.

Still, I reach into my jumpsuit and grab my cock, firmly stroking from the base to the tip, imagining it’s Calista’s hand.

With no celli, I have the freedom to be as loud as I want.So I pant and groan, the sounds bouncing off the white walls, mixing with the slapping of skin on skin as I work my cock until it’s fucking raw.Since the CO’s took my piercings out, I rub the bulging vein along my shaft with my palm, making my legs tense as my balls grow heavier and heavier.I throw my head back and slightly lift my ass, chasing each stroke as I pump harder, tighter, and faster, feeling my orgasm barreling through me.Squeezing the tip of my dick, I cradle my balls with my other hand, giving them a firm massage.Hot cum spurts out, running down my shaft as I keep stroking, covering my hand in thick, pearly ropes.I let out a grunt as the last of it spills out, collapsing back onto the thin mattress.

After I finish and clean myself up, I lay back on my rickety bunk, my breathing heavy and labored.It’s been so long since I’ve felt another person’s touch, and even longer since I’ve felt a connection like the one I had with Calista.But that’s all gone now, just like everything else in my life.All I have left are the memories and the pain of wondering if I’ll ever see her again.

Closing my eyes, I let exhaustion wash over me, clinging to the fleeting sensation of release.In this isolated place, it’s the only thing that brings me even a moment of peace.But as I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but wonder if there will ever be a day when I won’t feel so completely alone.

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“Blacksburg!”A CO yells my name, smacking his baton against my cell door, jolting me awake.

I sit up, half delusional, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the sleep consuming them.

“Yes, CO?”I ask, wondering if the reason he’s here is for a med check or something else I know I’m going to fucking hate.

“Roll up.It’s time to go.”He walks away, tapping his watch, letting me know I’m on a time limit.

Confused, I fly off my bunk and gather what little possessions I’ve saved during my time here.I’m ready before he even gets halfway down the platform.

When I got put in here, I wasn’t given an out date.Thanks to my father and my drug addiction, I wound up behind bars shortly after my group night with Calista.Having to fuck her while my father and the others watched fucked me up more than I thought it would.I buried my feelings with liquor and numbed my pain with drugs, transforming into a person I didn’t recognize.

The guilt ate at me—at us—and it still does to this day.

So as I step out of my cell and into the blinding fluorescent lights of the prison corridor, I can’t help but feel a flicker of hope ignite deep within me.

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