Giese Trapper
A//N: I don't know if this was good bad or just disturbing but um I wanted to see if could terrorize? No um actually write a Lemon. Yeah lemon. Don't hate me Snuffles!!!
I edited it in places, but I didn't know where to make it more graphic? In parts.
Rating: M that's how serious!
Author: *Ashamed* Me.
Musical inspiration: None I'm not condemning my playlist!
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His stomach turned every time he saw him.
His insides twisted all the while these painful yet horribly pleasurable feelings tore through the lower half of his body. These pleasures this man caused. His hands clenched tighter and tighter every time that man would thrust into him, darning him to draw blood. He couldn't take it any more. A harsh cry ripped itself from his throat as he gave in to him; all the while, he despised himself for giving up so easily.
Handcuffs tainted his cream coloured skin with red marks, screaming in protests ever time he would feel pain erupt through him would result in more pain. Bite marks and welts clashed purple with his' skin. Would there be no end to his torture? Hadn't this man had enough?
Or had he decided the teen had not had enough, pain for one day?
His lips, his lips, what this man loved the most. What he claimed his, what was not his to claim in the first place.
Lips and other various parts of his body were bruised black and or blue. The man was evil. He was not human, nothing so vile could compare to him. It sickened the boy. How could such a person exist?
To no end did the hard truth hit him, but he'd wait. Wait for his saviour to come. Yet, he was utterly helpless and at the mercy of this man, till then.
He'd never let the boy adjust to his arousal, never let him speak or go anywhere without him. A pretty bird, trapped in a cage.
The bluenette was his and his only.
The strangled moan that passed through the bruised lips he so mercilessly taken as his own, egged him to go on, to put the boy through so such much more. He'd never give up what was his. Not even to the supreme king himself. No one.
This boy would always give himself up to him. This man.
Giese Trapper.
His captor, his Torturer, his owner.
Jesse Andersen was no one else's; he would always feel this way. He would always be this way. The pain will not go, the numbing would slowly consume him, he would become unconscious, then there would be nothing more.
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A//N: No I don't know where that came from. I don't expect reviews…
But um tell me what you think anyway.