Page 26 of Stabby Little

“He lives in Queens,” Finn explains. “It's not like he shipped it to me from a foreign country. I inspected it myself before I purchased it. I've only been taking it for a week, but the lingering brain fog I experienced from the Diavolos' drugs is gone.”

Sparrow runs his thumb over the pill. “If I lose my ability to get an erection, I'm blaming you.”

Finn gestures to his cock. “You'll have no trouble in that department. Why do you think I've been taking such long showers lately? If anything, the pills make me horny.”

I glance at the tablet and shake my head. “Your hookup sold you Viagra.”

“He did not sell me Viagra.”

“Have you experienced any four-hour erections?” I grit my teeth. “Any painful orgasms that wouldn't stop?”

“No,” Finn hits back. “The worst I went through was a wet dream where I met my future Daddy and he helped me get back at the Diavolos.”

“Well, at least you didn't dream about fucking the Diavolos,” Sparrow adds, as if this is the medication's saving grace. “Then I'd know the manufacturers added freaky shit to it. Like the shit the Big Friendly Giant injected into that little girl's dreams.”

“That's such a weird book.” I don't even try to deny it. “My Mom had it on her bookshelf but I never got more than halfway through.BFGwas nothing likeGoodnight Moon.”

Finn presses his right hand to his heart. “I lovedGoodnight Moon. We need to get a copy for our apartment.”

“Let's kill our abusers first. Then we can purchase children's books.”

“Great plan.”

Sparrow, Finn, and I play in the stuffy pit a bit longer. We don't toss stuffed animals at each other like I assume other boys do, but we relax and enjoy them in our own special way. I find a black heart stuffy that I love and decide to steal it.

When we exit the stuffy pit, we head to the hot tub and leap in. Connor explained that there's a strictno clothespolicy for the hot tub, so we shed our onesies. We're comfortable being naked with each other after living in the warehouse basement, so our nudity doesn't faze us.

I can't help but study my two friends. Sparrow's slightly taller than me and more well-endowed. He shaves his pubes and he's cut.

Finn is like me—he leaves a tiny bit of pubic hair on his bits, but he's uncut. In the warehouse, we jerked each other off to distract ourselves from our dismal surroundings.

My favorite fantasy was of Grant. My friends knew this and they'd let me fantasize Grant was masturbating me. Of course, I was older in my fantasies, no longer the boy I was when the events actually occurred, but the fantasy helped me through my captivity.

Where is Grant?

Why did he abandon me?

Why didn't he search for me like I thought he would?

I make a mental note to track him down as soon as I can. When I get my cash next Saturday, I'll expend more resources to find him. Maybe I'll use the money to purchase a new outfit to impress him. I doubt he's into guys—he was married to a woman, after all—but it's worth a shot.

Sparrow runs a rubber ducky through the bubbles. “I have something to tell you.”

This gets my attention. “Go for it.”

“I searched through my little black book and found a lead for Zaire Diavolo. I think he’s hunkering down in his luxury yacht.”

Zaire’s yacht is infamous. He’d bring a handful of captives onto it when he sailed to the Middle East. They always came back scarred because of what Zaire’s wealthy clients did to them.

My eyebrows tick up. “You're joking.”

Sparrow rests his hand on mine. “Do you still have Callum's contact info? He and his Daddy could help us track down the yacht.”

I nod. “I'll call him this afternoon and see if he's free. Let's track this motherfucker down and kick his ass.”

Sparrow, Finn, and I make a pinky promise that we'll complete our mission together. We're best friends, after all—no one will come between us and we'll fight to the death to make our abusers pay.

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