Juxtaposed's sequel to 'Submission'
*~*~*Ever After*~*~* (Borath's Note; Yup, I gave full permission for this. Heck I encouraged it! And I'm really pleased with the outcome. Please note that this does not follow 'Submission' religiously; consider it an AU for an AU, okay? Good good. Now be nice and leave a review because Juxtaposed is a good friend of mine, a real person too! I see them daily! ^_^ )
Yami peered up at him with fear in his big eyes, was he going to take him through that ordeal again? Kresha had to admit to himself it had been good. He had managed to exert his huge power over this poor thing now shivering, trying to put his clothes on and run. The sexual gratification from raping him had been great. Power. Pleasure from Yami's pain. Yet he himself was in pain, as Yami left, he gave Kresha a look that if he lived many lives after that one, he would never forget the look of 'why this' it was because he knew it all too well. It was he when he was young after he had gone through the same ordeal he had put Yami through, exactly, to the last detail.
He had always wanted to know what it had felt like to his attacker, unwilling gay sex. He knew it hurt. The pain after the first time it ever happened was unbearable. Kresha hated his stepbrother for that. Now, he had turned into that monster. 'How did I become him' he thought. I was never that way inclined.
Suddenly the pleasure of what he had done, turned to hatred for himself. He sank to the floor in desperation. He had said to himself after every time his brother touched him and said 'I can't wait until you can get a little friend to join us so you can pass on your skills of what I taught you' he promised it would never happen, but now it just had. Those cruel taunts rung true in his malformed ears. And he hated himself even more.
Kresha jumped up with an almighty roar and ran over to the bed and ripped the sheets, a glittering knife was nearby, and he ripped the covers further and started stabbing into the bed, until it was a mountain of cotton mess. Kresha broke down and cried like he hadn't done for years.
" I WANT TO DIE!!!" He screamed. It was shrill and it pierced through the air like a rocket on take off. He jumped up and caught his reflection in the mirror. It was hideous. To a person not used to his looks, it was a gruesome sight. To him, it was worse. His black hairy shadow loomed over him and combined with his already big body and large amounts of fur. He was a dark creature and his face was clumsy and misshapen. His oversized nose was crooked and his green eyes were half closed, half with a creepy look of a pervert, the other looks of a desperate maniac. He clocked the gun sticking out of the drawer. There were no bullets; he knew that, all the same, he took a shot at himself.
There was one bullet left.
To be continued
*~*~*Ever After*~*~* (Borath's Note; Yup, I gave full permission for this. Heck I encouraged it! And I'm really pleased with the outcome. Please note that this does not follow 'Submission' religiously; consider it an AU for an AU, okay? Good good. Now be nice and leave a review because Juxtaposed is a good friend of mine, a real person too! I see them daily! ^_^ )
Yami peered up at him with fear in his big eyes, was he going to take him through that ordeal again? Kresha had to admit to himself it had been good. He had managed to exert his huge power over this poor thing now shivering, trying to put his clothes on and run. The sexual gratification from raping him had been great. Power. Pleasure from Yami's pain. Yet he himself was in pain, as Yami left, he gave Kresha a look that if he lived many lives after that one, he would never forget the look of 'why this' it was because he knew it all too well. It was he when he was young after he had gone through the same ordeal he had put Yami through, exactly, to the last detail.
He had always wanted to know what it had felt like to his attacker, unwilling gay sex. He knew it hurt. The pain after the first time it ever happened was unbearable. Kresha hated his stepbrother for that. Now, he had turned into that monster. 'How did I become him' he thought. I was never that way inclined.
Suddenly the pleasure of what he had done, turned to hatred for himself. He sank to the floor in desperation. He had said to himself after every time his brother touched him and said 'I can't wait until you can get a little friend to join us so you can pass on your skills of what I taught you' he promised it would never happen, but now it just had. Those cruel taunts rung true in his malformed ears. And he hated himself even more.
Kresha jumped up with an almighty roar and ran over to the bed and ripped the sheets, a glittering knife was nearby, and he ripped the covers further and started stabbing into the bed, until it was a mountain of cotton mess. Kresha broke down and cried like he hadn't done for years.
" I WANT TO DIE!!!" He screamed. It was shrill and it pierced through the air like a rocket on take off. He jumped up and caught his reflection in the mirror. It was hideous. To a person not used to his looks, it was a gruesome sight. To him, it was worse. His black hairy shadow loomed over him and combined with his already big body and large amounts of fur. He was a dark creature and his face was clumsy and misshapen. His oversized nose was crooked and his green eyes were half closed, half with a creepy look of a pervert, the other looks of a desperate maniac. He clocked the gun sticking out of the drawer. There were no bullets; he knew that, all the same, he took a shot at himself.
There was one bullet left.
To be continued