Page 14 of Fiendish Ways

“No one’s stink is on me.” Nebraska said the words, sounding small.

It did nothing to quell Cree’s anger. He snatched Nebraska’s food from him and tossed it on top of the cake, uncaring if it was ruined. “I said go take a fucking shower.”

Nebraska stood and headed for the bathroom without looking back. Cree listened to the water fire to life. His knee bobbed with nowhere for his fury to go. He had killed many people. Never had he wanted anyone dead as badly as he wanted to see King bleed. That motherfucker was in the wind. Cree would find him soon enough. Until then, Nebraska was the only outlet he had for the vengeance in his heart.

By the time Nebraska stepped from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel, Cree had zero fucks to give. Nebraska’s eyes and nose were red, as if he had been crying. All Cree could think was good. He had demolished Cree. The least he could do was shed a tear.

Cree stood. Nebraska was clean now and Cree could only punish him one way: by showing him what he had lost.

Nebraska’s insides shook. He had never feared Cree. He did now. Cree had the same look his father always had before he hurt Nebraska. Nebraska knew the physical pain would join the mental torture soon. He smelled the violence in the air.

His face turned up as Cree came to stand over him. Hurt and rage flashed in Cree’s eyes. Nebraska fought the urge to apologize and explain. He couldn’t reveal King’s secrets and anything he said would fall on deaf ears. They were too far gone. He didn’t understand why Cree trusted him so little. Why couldn’t he see he was everything to Nebraska?

Cree bent as if to kiss him and obviously changed his mind at the last second. Instead, he buried his face against Nebraska’s neck.

“I won’t kiss the lips that obviously belong to him.” He said the words against Nebraska’s skin before opening his mouth and sucking Nebraska’s neck.

Nebraska’s knees weakened. A sob rose in Nebraska’s throat. He loved Cree more than life. Nebraska didn’t know how to fix this. He couldn’t go back to being alone. When his knees nearly gave out, Cree clasped a tight arm around him. He headed for the bed. With a swipe, Cree sent Nebraska’s presents flying. The room spun. Nebraska found himself with no towel and face down on the mattress. The rough treatment had made his face bounce against the mattress. He knew the exact moment his nose started bleeding. Nebraska did nothing to stop it. He was too deep in his shock.

Cree didn’t speak. He bit a path down Nebraska’s spine. Nebraska hid his face. He locked his back teeth to keep them from chattering.

Cree moved away for a moment. Nebraska was too scared to move or look. Before he had time to wonder what would happen next, cool moisture swept his ass crack. Cree’s fingers toyed with his hole. Despite everything, Nebraska was hard. He couldn’t help it. His body knew it was Cree. Cree stretched him. He wasn’t gentle. Before Nebraska knew what to expect, Cree impaled him. A pained cry tore from his throat. It was so much worse than he anticipated. Cree didn’t slow. The longer he pumped inside Nebraska, the number Nebraska felt. Part of him still knew he could tell Cree to stop and he would. Then again, Nebraska also felt like he couldn’t ask Cree to stop. He felt this was the only way he could make things better. Tears silently streamed, soaking the comforter along with his blood. Nebraska stayed still and wondered why he had wanted this. Then the clearest reality settled in and every ounce of will left Nebraska. This was punishment. That was why Cree had never done this before. He saw penetration as something only used to humiliate and discipline. Something broke inside Nebraska. He no longer felt a thing. Cree’s hatred choked him. He had never felt as broken.

Even as Cree pulled out and splashed cum across his back, Nebraska felt nothing.

Cree disappeared and then reappeared with a warm washcloth. In a detached way, he knew—under any other circumstances—he would have been humiliated by the way Cree wiped his ass. Nebraska had gone limp. He had nothing left. Cree had shattered him. Thankfully, Cree didn’t try to pleasure him. Nebraska knew he could, and he hated that. Cree rearranged Nebraska on the bed and covered him. After turning off the lights, he climbed in next to Nebraska and roughly dragged Nebraska into his hold.

With his back against Cree’s chest, Nebraska stared into the dark. Several times, Cree kissed his neck. Nebraska didn’t think he even blinked. The shock and heartache had leveled him. Time passed with no meaning. When Cree’s breathing deepened, Nebraska eased away. In the dark, he silently dressed. Everything hurt. He prayed Cree didn’t wake. Nebraska couldn’t fight. He was alive, but dead. Cree had finally given what he wanted, and it had been in cruelty.

Thankfully, Nebraska made it out of the bedroom without Cree stopping him. When he got downstairs, he found Angel on the couch. He wanted to walk right by and out the door. Unfortunately, he wasn’t completely dumb. He didn’t know how to drive. Nebraska didn’t even own a coat. It was in the thirties outside and they were miles from anywhere.

“Please help.”

Angel looked up from his book and froze. Nebraska didn’t know how he looked, but he imagined he was a mess. Angel was a huge tattoo-covered bear. He couldn’t imagine Angel being shocked by much, but he shot to his feet when he saw Nebraska. The concern on Angel’s face broke through to him, stealing the shock. Nebraska burst into tears.

“Holy shit. What happened?”

Nebraska didn’t know where to start. He shook his head. “I don’t know where to go. I can’t stay here.” Nebraska shook so hard, his teeth chattered.

“Okay. It’s alright. Come on.” Angel led Nebraska into the mudroom and helped him into his shoes. He grabbed a thick coat and wrapped Nebraska inside. In a matter of minutes, he found himself in the passenger seat of a truck he had never been in. They rode in silence. In less than ten minutes, Angel pulled into a partially hidden driveway. It felt like they went miles before coming to a cabin in the woods. The place was dark.

Angel slipped from the truck. “Come on. You can stay here. This used to belong to one of Archer’s employees, but it’s been vacant for a while. Still, it should have everything you need. I’ll get some groceries and whatnot delivered ASAP.”

Nebraska stood by the truck. He didn’t move toward the cabin. “Please don’t tell Cree where I am. I’m not—” Nebraska didn’t know what he meant to say. He wasn’t safe. Maybe. He didn’t know. His brain didn’t work anymore.

“I won’t. I promise.”

Nebraska finally headed toward the door.

Angel unlocked it and let Nebraska inside. He turned on the lights. It was nice. The place definitely smelled like it had been empty for a while, but it was actually pretty gorgeous. Whoever had lived there had either died or left everything behind. It looked exactly like someone walked away one day and didn’t look back.

“Here.” He pushed a cellphone Nebraska’s way. “Keep this. I have a second phone I keep hidden in case we’re ever forced to flee. You can find that number under ‘second phone.’ Text me if you need anything.”

Nebraska nodded, feeling numb. Within minutes, he was alone. The moment the silence settled into his soul; the real tears began. He knew nothing would ever be right again.

Cree came awake with a start. He didn’t know if it was the empty spot beside him or the footsteps in the hall. Either way, his heart immediately climbed into his throat. Panic struck. His gaze shot around the room.

“Nebraska?”

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