Page 209 of The Valiant Knight
In The Village
Sleazy Bar
The Alley
Graham had a few too many drinks, and that was about to bite him in the ass. He was three days beyond tipsy, as he tried so goddamn hard to forget about the pain.
Only, the problem with booze was that it took him even deeper into the torment, making it worse.
Yes, he may or may not have let himself get into this position intentionally so that he could forget.
But it wasn’t going away.
Not.
Even.
Close.
Instead, it was a punch to the face, making him angry, raw, and foul. In that moment, all he wanted was to suffer.
And he knew how.
Unfortunately.
As he and the hook up man were sitting in the corner booth, he’d let his guard down so he could hurt.
Oh, and he did.
The whole time he was tucked away with the stranger, and he was plying him with booze, the man had his dick in a death grasp. He was whispering in his ear all of the things he wanted to do to him.
And Graham didn’t care.
He felt nothing but loathing for himself.
The alcohol had him by the balls, much like the stranger he knew would hurt him.
It was crystal clear that he was completely dead inside, and that he deserved whatever happened to him.
When he told him to get up, sneak out the back, and meet him in the alley, Graham did it.
Why?
Because it seemed like a good way to die.
If he got lucky.
So, he snuck out the back, and met the man in the alley, and it was going about as well as he assumed. There was only one thing a stranger would ever want from him in an alley.
His ass.
The second he got there, Graham was grabbed, shoved against the wall, face first, and roughly manhandled through his pants.
The whole time, he said nothing.
Why?
Because he hated himself that damn much that this was exactly what he was worth.
