Dan had just been going out for a stroll.
How could it have gone so wrong?
Dan went through the park as he did then took the shortcut through the alleyway to get home. He was within sight of the door when someone grabbed him from behind.
"Don't scream or I'll kill you." The voice ordered placing a knive to Dan's neck.
"Oh god, please don't kill me." Now, as he thought back, he wished the man had. "You can have my money, just please don't kill me."
"Kill you? No I won't kill you." The voice growled, Dan felt the slightest reflief until the man yanked back on his brown hair and snarled in his ear. "I'm going to make you my bitch." He then thrusted Dan against the brick wall and placed a rough hand on his back.
"No, no please no." Dan begged, tears streaming down his face as he heard the man undo his buckle.
"Yeah cry for me, bitch." The man barked as he cut Dan's belt from the back and slid his pants down. The one time Dan hadn't wore skinny jeans, he thought back now as he still heard the man grunt before diving inside him.
"AHHH!" Dan screamed as an unspeakable pain drove itself into his rectum.
"I said quiet bitch!" The croaked and slammed Dan's head into the wall, making his vision blurr even worse with the pain and his tears. He whimpered softly until it was over. "Now wasn't that fun." The voice mumbled in Dan's ear as he zipped up his own fly. "Don't you dare turn around or call the police because they won't believe you. You just need to take it like a man!" He slapped Dan's ass before running down the alley, back into whatever hell he had crawled out of.
Dan was left alone, with his jeans pooled around his ankles and blood slow dripping out of his anal cavity.
"And then what happened?" The woman in a dress suit asked Dan. She was holding a pen and clipboard with paper, sitting next to his bed in the hosiptel. Dan looked at her with incerdulity and disbelief.
"What happened? What happened? I was found in that fucking alleyway unconsouis with my pants down because I fainted when I saw the fucking blood coming out of my ass!" He yelled at her. She showed no emotion, not even fained sympathy as she added a few more notes before resting.
"Here is a clinic to go for people like you." She said handing him a card which he promptly torn into a million pieces.
"I don't want help from people the likes of you!" He spated back. She sighed and placed a little sack on his side table.
"Mr. Howell, there have been many people raped in the past-"
"Don't say 'rape'." Dan grimaced at the word. It sent him flashing back to that horrible nightmare than was fresh in his mind.
"There have been many people, including men, who have gone what you have went through. But they all needed help to get back to their lives. Some don't even come to the hosptial, and most take a shower right away and wash away the evidence. But you're lucky, with the DNA they can-"
"I'm LUCKY!?" Dan screamed then laughed coldly. "Oh yes, I am so fucking lucky. Let me count the ways!" He began counting them off on his fingers. "I was raped by a man who didn't give me an ID except for his voice that will haunt me for months or longer and his seimen which was so badly engraved in my asshole, that they had to clear it away with a scauple before stitching me up like a fucking ripped jacket! Oh yes, I am so lucky!" He roared before falling down on the pillow and turning away from the women to hide the fact he was crying.
She sighed again before leaving. Dan heard her talking to the nurse, telling her to give Dan this card when he was let out. The nurse promised she would and both went back to their businesses.
Oh yes, Dan thought cooly, my whole world gets thrown into the depths of Hell and everyone can just continue business as usual. This was his last thought before drifting away into a nightmare filled dream state that was nothing close to the somewhat satisfying sleep he had experianced the night before.
I'll never sleep well again, he concluded as he was taken away by the monsters of his subconsious.
Meanwhile...
Down the hallway...
"I need a rectal specialist here, now!" A nurse yelled wheeling in a paler than humanlly possible male.
"Oh Lord, not another one." Dr. Jones said under his breathe as he looked down at the past our black haired boy. He may have been unconsouis, but there was still a grimace on his face. "Was it the same man?" He asked looking at the younger man's vital.
"No sir, the police were called in when the neighbor's heard screaming in his apartment." She swallowed hard against the bile at the back of her throat as she said. "It was his boyfriend, Sir." The doctor looked at her in puzzled shock.
"'His boyfriend'?" He looked down at the agony on the young man's face again. "He did this to him?" He then looked at the horrid tear that his supposed 'boyfriend' had caused.
"Yeah but the scum bag's in jail now. And if he," She nodded towards the tortured from "Charges against him, he's the one who will be in a hosiptel after the welcoming wagon is done with him." The young man writhed in agony but was restrained and given drugs to help calm him down. A different nurse swapped him for a rape kit then moved out of the doctor's way, fading into the sanitized crowd. "What's his name?" The doctor asked as he went to work in repairing the poor, broken soul that laid in front of him. The nurse looked down at the charts and papers.
"Phillip Micheal Lester." She confrimed looking everywhere except for the throbbing area whuch Dr. Jones was trying to heal.
"Phillip, huh?" Dr. Jones asked sewing up the last of it. "Well Phillip," He said to the now sleeping form. "You are a very lucky man." Phil flinched in his sleep and let out a small moan, at the same time, down the hallway, a man named Daniel Howell winced then whimpered.