TW: This chapter contains mature themes and triggering content (sexual assault,abuse, violence). Read at your own discretion.
Ryan and Joshua. It was them. They entered the house and, making soft sounds, sat by the bed and just watched. Joshua was in a bad mood and looked away while Ryan watched what was happening.
"Hey, that..." Ryan pointed at Jeremy. Joshua jumped, and when he saw him, they both looked at James. James just snorted and waved.
"He won't do anything," he said.
"How did he get here?" Ryan gestured. Joshua remained silent." He might turn us in."
"He won't get away. I'll make sure of it," James said, his head held high.
Jeremy buried his face in his hands. He stood up and screamed loudly, heading for the door. He grabbed the handle, but someone slammed the door shut.
"Why are you both always trying to escape?"
James punched him straight in the stomach, Jeremy crashed to the ground with a loud thud and whimpered, then rolled onto his belly and crawled toward me. "Come here," he grabbed him by the leg and Jeremy screamed loudly.
"Let me go!" he kicked James in the crotch, James doubled over and stumbled back a few steps, leaning against the wall in growing pain. "Please, let me go!"
"What's he doing?" Ryan laughed and nudged his friend sitting next to him, who only nodded.
Jeremy grabbed my hand. He looked at Malachai, who was smiling at him, then at his cock sliding in and out of my ass, then suddenly picked up the pace with a terrifying grin.
"Mike... I'm sorry," he shouted. "I'm sorry this happened to you!" He screamed louder and louder. Tears streamed down his cheeks, one after another. You'd think he'd soon lose his strength from the sheer volume of tears he'd shed. "I can't save you. I can't," he laid his head on the floor. His despair tore me apart. The longer I looked at him, the more I wanted to kill myself.
I brought him here, it's my fault. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have had to go through this and see this.
"AHH!" Malachai groaned and filled me with his cum. He gave one final thrust and pulled out of me, and I felt another cold shiver run through my body. He stood and pulled up his pants.
"Pass me a cigarette,"he said, running his hand through his hair. I didn't know who he was talking to—my head and stomach hurt too much to turn over and check. Jeremy didn't let go of my hand, not even for a moment.
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I didn't get up from the floor for a good fifteen minutes. I kept hearing laughter and loud jokes that shattered the silence. They had Jeremy by the arm and he was sitting with them now, but I didn't hear his voice even once.
I was only counting the time until it would be over, until the hour came for them to go home and vanish from my sight. They couldn't possibly stay here all night—it was absurd. They never stayed in this place more than five hours, at most.
"Jeremy, smile," Ryan said with a laugh.
It's all my fault. It's my fault I'm here, in this mess.
I heard someone getting up and leaving slowly. Was it Jeremy? I clenched my fists and turned my head to check. Four seats were occupied, one was empty. Unfortunately, Jeremy was still in his spot—the missing one was Joshua.
I lay back down, trying to dull the pain. Oddly enough, it wasn't the same agony I had felt a few days ago on the bed—this one was duller, and I figured I'd be able to recover faster than I thought.
"Did Mary text you?" Malachai's voice echoed off the walls.
"No, she's mad at me," James said, taking a sip of beer. Then I heard him light a cigarette.
"What for?"
"You know how girls are. For nothing."
Earlier, he said something different. Maybe he's also playing a game I don't understand.
"Where is she? At a party?" Malachai pressed. My stomach growled.
"What's it to you?"
"Nothing, just asking."
A strange stench filled the air. It was so strong and filthy that I had to cover my nose. It smelled like rotting fish, or like a sandwich you left in a locker for years, completely forgotten—until the end of the school year, when you were forced to clean it out and found the rotten thing waiting for you.
"I've got it," Joshua burst into the house.
I turned my head. In his hand was a bag, though it didn't look like the usual drugs meant to be snorted. I couldn't quite place it, and fear spiked through me. He tossed the plastic bag to James, who handed it to Malachai. He opened it, and I realized I was wrong. It was powder—but a different color than usual. That didn't calm me down, though. It still looked dangerous.
"Think it's any good?" Ryan asked, puffing his cigarette.
"Don't know. Gotta test it," Joshua scratched his head. "From what I heard, this shit's strong. Strong enough to take down a horse."
"Then perfect," James stood up and patted him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, the guy told me if I didn't like it, I could ask for my money back," Joshua went on.
"Why?"
"Because he doesn't sell this stuff regularly. He said it's really strong—at least that's what he claimed," Joshua repeated.
"Has anyone else tried it?" Ryan leaned in with curiosity.
"He didn't say. So I guess we're… one of his first customers… ever."
"Could it be dangerous if one of us tries it first?" Malachai hunched forward.
"There's a chance."
"So who's going first?" James looked around at everyone. Nobody volunteered. Not even Joshua. He slapped his forehead in frustration and started rubbing it, his legs twitching unevenly—one jerking one way, the other the opposite. It looked bizarre. "Fine, if no one's stepping up, I'll choose." His eyes scanned the room. The silence was suffocating. Everyone looked uneasy, as if they already knew what was about to happen but didn't dare say it out loud. Was the vote already decided? "You."
He pointed at Jeremy. Jeremy's eyes went wide, but he didn't say a word. He just clasped his hands together and sat frozen.
"Load it into a syringe," James ordered Malachai.
Jeremy shook his head and shot to his feet. "Please, don't," he whispered.
My heart tore apart at the sight. I had to help him. He couldn't suffer. Not him. They were closing in, surrounding him.
"Do it to me," my quiet voice rang in their ears. They all turned to me.
"How generous of you," James stared straight at me.
I pushed up onto my elbow, trying to stand. I got one knee up, gasping for air. The other leg wasn't as bad.
"Mike, you don't have to beg," Malachai rushed over to me. He grabbed my neck, cutting off my breath. "If that's what you want."