Page 109 of Inevitable Destruction

DOMINIK

“Never Know”—Bad Omens

Fire rips through me,an unseen amongst the void I’m drifting through. My mind grapples at the pain, fighting to focus on it but just barely missing the mark.

Everything’s muddled. There’s no way up or down. It’s all just an endless black abyss, my consciousness flickering in and out.

Sensation feels foreign inside this vacancy, unnatural as it increases in waves. The force cracks through the blackness, bright light fluttering in. One beam, then two.

Hot breath fanning the back of my sweaty neck is the first thing I feel. The dark veil turns a different shade, giving me the ability to see, but I’m still trapped under its choking density.

My throat burns as vomit spews from between my lips. I feel the rancid liquid slide down my face and under my chin where it pools against my chest. Every breath brings another tide of putrid aroma swirling around my head like a swarm of bees.

As I lay pressed into a vomit soaked surface, my body jolts in an uneven rhythm, sending shockwaves through my backside. Something niggles at the back of my brain with every lurch, one thought, one name circling the drain with me.

“Rhett,” I croak, his name falling from my lips with a hoarse cry. Tears of solace slide down my numb cheeks, mixing with the vomit drying to my skin. The thrusting—which I recognize all too well—doesn’t ease up. He hammers on, using my ass for his pleasure, and I let him, because that’s the way it’s always been between us.

His pleasure is mine. I give that to him. It’s the only thing I’m good for.

I don’t know when he got here, how he found me, but God. I’m so glad he’s here. I weep into the material pressed against my nose, welcoming the vile stench as long as Rhett is in me. Here.

The fire grows unbearable, unlike anything I’ve felt before in my life. I try to pull away from the onslaught, needing any reprieve, but my body’s locked in place, forced to take the assault.

A scream tears from my throat when something twists inside of me, sending me back into the void—but this time, it isn’t an abyss of nothing. It’s pain. Agony. Torture.

“R-Rhett,” my voice shakes. “Please.”

“I can be whoever you want me to be, baby.”

N-no,my own voice stutters inside of my head, unwilling to speak the word aloud, to speak this into existence as my reality comes back slowly, painfully.

I turn my head to the side and force my eyelids to open. There’s a dim yellow light illuminating the small room, a haze in the air. My eyes lock on a small, broken lamp on the other side of the room as I’m jolted forward, my head ramming into a cloth covered piece of wood.

Tears fall unbidden, every thrust of the dick in my ass locking me in place, trapping me in a truth I’d rather die in than experience a second longer.

Rhett’s not here.

He didn’t come for me.

I’m alone.

Warmth flows between my spread legs, the lamp rocking. Or maybe it’s me. I can’t tell what’s what anymore.

Being vividly trapped inside the recesses of your own mind while paralyzed, but forced awake, is a sickening, cruel act.

The pain never lessens, growing more pronounced by the minute, and all I can do is lie as still as a statue, my limbs locked into place, so fucking numb I can’t feel them.

I can’t feel anything other than the brutalizing I’m taking.

Scream after helpless scream falls from my lips and onto deaf ears. No one can hear me on this vacant road. Even if someone did, they wouldn’t care.

Why would anyone care about the man who destroys everything he touches?

Black dots blot my vision, static filling my ears, blood churning in my veins with every pump of my heart, every beat a reminder of what I’m experiencing, what I’m living through.

What I deserve.

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