TW: This chapter contains mature themes and triggering content (sexual assault,abuse, violence). Read at your own discretion.
"I tell you, you are the ones who see more, you are the ones who hear more, you are the beings who can change the world…" a man said on the radio. Mom flicked the switch with a small click to change the station so she wouldn't have to listen to it anymore. The next channel wasn't very interesting either—no songs, just two people talking—so she had to make the effort to switch again.
"This is boring as hell," she said to me, looking into the car's rearview mirror.
"Maybe."
We were just leaving Willow Hollow. Mom had signed me up for group therapy that was supposed to help me with… Well, with what, exactly?
I kept asking myself that question, wondering what the answer could be. After a while, I realized there wasn't even a big enough reason.
After about twenty minutes, we arrived in silence. Looking at the building, I thought it would be like in the movies—the worst kind of hospitals, doctors, places you can imagine—but it looked… normal?
"We left too late, we're late," Mom said hurriedly. She opened the building's door, and I stepped inside at a slow pace.
"Mom, how long will this take?" I asked.
"I don't know, maybe an hour," she replied.
I kept hearing doctors talking and that distinct hospital smell that always made me sick to my stomach. To me, it always meant needles being stuck in and the worst kinds of surgeries I'd seen on TV. And that wasn't even the worst part. I just hated being in this kind of place—maybe also because no doctor had ever really helped me?
"Hey."
I turned around. A girl was standing in front of me. I glanced around, then looked back at her. I echoed her greeting. Mom was at the reception desk filling out paperwork.
"I heard a new member is joining our group today. That's you?"
"Ah… maybe."
I lowered my gaze. I had no idea if she was just some weirdo or someone I could actually trust and talk to.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Guess."
I wasn't in the mood to play games. I didn't even feel like thinking right now. The only names that came to mind were Julie or Christina.
"Christina?"
"No," she laughed.
"So what's your real name?"
"Lilou."
***
"What's going on here?"
Jeremy stood in the doorway, eyes wide, phone in hand
Everyone froze. After a moment, James said,
"Fun."
He pounded into me as if nothing had happened, as if Jeremy weren't there. Malachai pulled out of my mouth. He slid his cock into his pants and zipped them up.
"James... Stop. Jeremy's here," I said in a hushed voice. He didn't stop. He entered me with another surge of force. "Please, not in front of him."
"I think he'll like it," he said, smiling sincerely. A few tears welled in my eyes.
Jeremy recoiled in fear. He had no idea if Malachai was going to hurt him. I hoped they'd leave him alone. Jeremy took a step back, then stopped, standing like a statue.
"Jeremy, I know how this might seem, but…" Malachai began. "Mike's okay. Really. Please don't tell anyone."
"But… But… he's… crying," he said, interrupting himself every now and then.
"Because he likes it that way. He likes pain." His gaze drifted down. "At least when we're fucking. Pain excites him."
Jeremy looked at me and James. I turned my head towards him, James didn't. I held out my hand, hoping he'd understand what was happening.
"It's okay, believe me," Malachai tried to convince him. Jeremy shook his head left and right.
"Why are you doing this…"
"Want something to drink? It's been a while since we had a beer." Malachai closed the door. He took his arm and they walked to his backpack, from which he pulled out a beer. He handed it to him with a broad smile. "Can you open it?"
His whole hand was shaking. He was still trying to grasp what was happening. He seemed to be trying to convince himself it was a dream or that his imagination was playing tricks on him, but no. This wasn't a dream. This was actually happening.
"I'm coming," James said warmly.
"I want to go home," I thought.
"AH!" He did it. He came inside me. He groaned one last time with pleasure. His smile didn't fade; on the contrary, it widened as he looked at my slim face. He pulled out of me, inhaling cold air, and I felt something sticky in my ass that I wanted to wash away immediately, wanting it gone.
"I feel like a new man," he said proudly.
Malachai took a sip of his beer and set him down. He grabbed Jeremy's arm. He nearly fell over; one leg was limping and looked like it was about to be severed. They approached me. Malachai pulled him to the ground, and he fell to his knees. I saw the fear in his eyes. Malachai looked at him.
"Have you done this before?" he asked.
"What?" He started shaking. Malachai took his hand and placed it on my thigh. I reached out to push them away, but James rushed over and grabbed it quickly. He started moving Jeremy's hand lower and lower. He quickly sat down behind him, not releasing his grip. Malachai began massaging Jeremy's chest with his free hand.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something growing in his pants.
"Have you ever done this?" He repeated the question. "Have you had sex?"
"I… don't know," he replied.
"Who am I asking? You clearly haven't," he laughed uproariously. In a swift movement, he grabbed Jeremy's finger and drove it hard into my butt. I gritted my teeth, averting my gaze from what I knew was about to happen.
"What are you doing?!" Jeremy shouted. He wrenched himself free from Malachai's grip and crawled on all fours to the corner of the room.
"What kind of cunt are you?" James asked. "You'll be a virgin forever like this." Jeremy was retching from all this. "Wouldn't you like to finally sleep with your husband, you want it so badly."
He didn't say a word.
"Yeah, we want what's best for you, friend to friend," Malachai turned his gaze to me. "Maybe someone else will take care of you today."
I swallowed hard.
When he said those words, he began unzipping his fly. "James, give me some water,'' he didn't take his eyes off me. James, as if on command, did what Malachai asked. ''I need to wash this somehow, I can't just put it into a dirty hole," he explained.
He completely blocked my view of Jeremy. I hoped he'd do something, think of something, or somehow distract them, and I'd try to escape.
That didn't happen.
"Let's get started," he said. He slid his cock inside me. His hips rocked back and forth evenly.
I couldn't feel anything anymore. I stared at the empty space on the ceiling of the house.
"You're terrible at this, you know?" James teased Malachai. "I don't know why he thinks you're better than me."
"Shut up."
He pushed deeper into me, squeezing the walls of my ass; I felt a slow increase in discomfort. He lifted my right leg and placed it on his shoulder. He touched my stomach, which had been exposed for a long time, and lightly felt it.
"Easy, right?"
"Quiet, someone's coming," Jeremy said paranoidly.
"I think they've arrived," James said, rising from the floor. He walked over to the window, which was covered with dirty curtains and cobwebs. A moment later, I heard the door open.