TRIGGER WARNING sexual violence, rape, torture and basically fucked up shit in general

AND WELCOME TO THE FIRST REAL CHAPTER FINALLY. This may be the last update for a bit because I need to push through my other syot.

Now seriousness. This is fucked up shit. Im not joking around. Like at all. I changed the rating to M to be safe. If anyone has any problems with that please pm me. I can totally tone it down if you want me to.

I screw around like a lot, but I'm dead serious about this stuff. This story is going to be really dark. This chapter is super fucked.

I'll put little where warnings were it gets crazy, but ultimately its up to you to decide if you can handle it. I apologize if you think I'm insulting you by saying you can't handle it, I just want people who MIGHT be a little squeamish get a proper warning. That is all.

Kyle Prescott POV (I cringed writing this pov for multiple reasons)

"94. 95. 96. 97. 98. 99. 100!" I breathe in a sigh, and lift up my shirt. I trace my finger across my tanned toned abs, and flex my biceps. Push-ups and sit-ups doe!

"YES!" I pump in the air. The girls have got to get in bed with me now! My cock is huge, my body's fresh, and I could shred their pussies if they let me! Goddammit, I can just imagine shoving the tip of my cock into their bodies and hearing them shout my name as I cum into them.

PLEASE MAKE IT STOP IM ACTUALLY CRYING IM SO SORRY THIS IS HAPPENING

Just thinking about it, my enormous cock juts out of my short. I slip them off them and rub it, moaning.

"Kyle honey, come down! Breakfast time!" My mother calls from the kitchen.

"One moment mother!" I slip into more suitable clothes, tight jeans and a white t-shirt along with a leather jacket. I race down the stairs to find my whole family at the table. My father sits at the head. He disapproves of my clothing choices. He doesn't know how to get the ladies. My mother sits to his left. She's sweet. Too sweet. And very attractive…

Then there's my older sister, Jane. She's been wary around me ever since she found me sucking blood out of thumb one time. It's not like I can help that I love the taste and the look of blood! I mean yeah it seems awful, but I LOVE IT. It's like my high.

"Good morning everyone!" I call cheerfully. My dad mutters about something. I think I caught the words, "jeans," and "tight."

My sister looks down at her food and my mother greets me with a smile. I check my silver watch and almost fall over. I'm late! I mustn't be late!

"Sorry mother, I have a place to be, I promise I'll be back soon!" I rush out the door without a second thought. People are already bustling about in the streets. I guess it makes sense. I slept in. I stick to the alleys. I see some hot babes but I don't have time to get at them now. I have places to go, and people to see. I finally reach a lone house near one the corner of the district. I fly over the threshold of the crumbling home. I picked this building because everyone says its haunted I was more than happy to continue those rumors, because screams often emitted from here. But I wouldn't know anything about that would I?

I reach the master bedroom on the first floor and push the musty bed aside. My biceps flex. I'm just so strong! Underneath is a small circular door. I turn the latch and enter through it. The ladder feels cold and rough against my hands. I finally reach bottom and see my latest prize. The room is gray. Tools and other objects line the walls. I like the look of it. In the very center, underneath a flickering light, a naked women is strung up by hands. Her feet are shackled to the floor. She whimpers and the chains rattle.

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OK GUYS. THIS IS IT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION

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A figure stands next to the women, dressed in a black t shirt and pants.

"About time you showed up." The figure says gruffly.

"Oh shut it Max." Max is the older brother of my friend Doug Heron. One day I caught him making out with another guy. Gay people are gross. I made him promise to never see that guy again, or I would tell everyone that he was a faggot. That was enough. The arrangement grew and now he gets presents for me. Including this one it seems.

"So where did you find this one?" I ask.

"She was passed out drunk, basically asking to be taken. She's all ready for you."

"Thank you Max, sometimes I forget you're a faggot." Sometimes I worry he might try to attack me, but I guess he knows that faggots are weak, especially when compared to me. I mean my body is amazing. I approach the sniveling women.

"You're a pretty one aren't you?" I stroke her long blonde hair and move my hands down to her breasts. She whimpers. She can't scream. A gag saw to that.

I slowly slide my tongue down her body. I reach for a sharp knife and jab her side. Her eyes seem to burst with pain as tears spill out of eyes. I lick the tears from her cheek. They taste warm and salty in my mouth. I then glide my tongue over the freshly opened wound in her side. The metallic and salty taste of blood is amazing. I lap it up, sucking on the wound with pleasure.

"Mr. Prescott, we should be along, the Reapings will be begin shortly, and you need to get back into your reaping clothes." I guess that's true. Usually before I do I take my shirt. It makes me feel powerful and sexy. However, I've never actually fucked someone in here before. I'd like to do that without help.

"Ugh, fine." I pull myself away from the rattling chains and head to a stone tub where I wash the blood from my chest and face. I'm feeling a little more resentment towards Max today. I think I'll make him suffer. I pull of the rest clothing and stretch before entering the tub. His eyes travel down pelvis. My dick is entrancing.

"MAX WHAT THE HELL!" I scream at him. I'm going to love this.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? THAT'S IT!" Max screams back. A strange emotion passes over me for a second. Is this fear? I gasp as he charges at me. I turn and grab for one of my sharp instruments but tackles me to the ground.

"You don't like my affections for men do you!" Max roars. I struggle, but he has pinned me to the ground.

"Then I guess I'll have to show you some." A strange grin crosses his face. What have I done!

"No you can't!" I scream at him, but it's too late. He as pulled down his pants.

"NO!" I scream. "I WILL NOT FUCK A MAN!" I make one last struggle, but it's too late. I feel something hard stick right into my ass.

"NO!" I scream. He slams into me over and over.

"STOP. PLEASE." I moan.

"Oh I don't think so." He grunts as he continues to thrust. I can't believe it. I'm being raped by a man.

OK. OK. SOMEONE SEND HELP. SANITY=GONE. WAS THAT TOO OVERBOARD? PLEASE TELL ME BECAUSE I WILL TOTALLY CHANGE IT.

River Ideen POV

Well this is something. I'm hearing the sounds of a 14 year-old boy being raped by another boy. And I love it.

It all started when I wanted a challenge. Training no longer held any challenges for me. I was clearly the best out of the crop. Even the trainers were having a hard time training me. I wanted a challenge. I knew if I appeared drunk, I would probably be raped. I wanted the challenge of breaking free. Am I crazy? Yes is the only answer. And boy did I get more than I bargained for.

I never imagined I would end up in this situation. However, I couldn't be happier. It's the perfect challenge. In order to give them a false sense of control I had to endure some bullshit, but I'll have to endure bullshit in the Arena too. I'm volunteering naturally. No one is as good as me.

The stabbing was obnoxious. That might hurt my chances in the Games. Oh well.

I take this time to survey the room since my captors are a bit, shall we say, occupied. All the objects seem out of reach, however the dagger the boy used is near my feet. I take note of blood trickling down my side. It has entered the shackle of my left foot. I move it around. I will be easier to break out now.

But will I have to break my foot is the question. Upon further inspection, it seems as though the bindings are loose. The older boy didn't put much effort into this. I slide my left foot around till it comes free. With my free foot I manage to pick up the dagger. All of those is going unnoticed. The sex is very loud.

I contort my foot and kick upwards letting the dagger fly up. I lunge forward and catch it with my teeth. I move my left foot, still with fresh blood, over my right. The blood drips into that shackle. I free the remaining foot. I flip backwards. My feet now curled around the chains holding my arms. The blood from both feet drip down my body, but the blood is drying fast. I need a new cut.

Oh yeah, and the gag. I spit the gag out early on. It's not like Max really tried. In fact most of the crying was acting. The whole is fucked up, don't get me wrong, but I need to expect much worse in the Arena.

I flip my feet back to the ground, and pick up the gag with my toes. I flip my feet and fling it into my hands. I start to sweat more intensely. Yep, this is a perfect challenge.

I squeeze it with my hands, and the blood it took from my feet slides down through my shackles. I wriggle and both my hands come free. I hit and ground. The chains have rattled a lot, but Max is still fucking that kid. I spit drop the gag and pull knife from my mouth. As much as the little prick's screams amuse me, I have to end this. Perhaps I should have tried this on a day other than the Reaping Day.

I walk up behind the pair, and tap Max on the shoulder. He turns around in shock.

"I guess your pull-out game is good then." I laugh. He opens his mouth, but I drive the dagger into his forehead. I watch the light leave his eyes. It's very satisfying.

I push him aside and stare at the other boy. He's not even moving. I can't stand looking at his spray- tanned ass anymore.

I pull him to his feet. He seems to be in shock.

"I guess having sex with a man with do that to you, you prick." Yes, I may not be the most stable person, but making fun of gay people is a thing of the past, and for some reason really ticks me off. This fucking kid.

He stands there in front me struggling to form words. The whole thing is kind of hilariously since we are both completely naked.

"I bet you think your cock is huge too. Well guess what. It's fucking small as hell." I seem to get a reaction finally.

"Yeah that's right, your boyfriend has a much bigger cock than you. I can't even see yours, and I bet it's hard from the fucking you just got." That should it. He grabs a sword off the wall and lunges at me. I sidestep.

"Wow. That was a great shot." I mock. This has been fun, but I really should go. I slam into him. And carry him towards the shackles. I guess I should kill him, but I'm feeling merciful today.

I string him up and leave. He should be able to get down. I left the shackles loose. As I exit the room with Max's clothes on my clothes back on, I can't shake the feeling that I will regret leaving that boy alive.

I had to change clothes quickly. The Reapings are in 30 minutes. I have changed into a flowery orange dress. I rush out the door with my family. Before I go I say goodbye to Evie, my family's labradoodle. I hate her, but I must keep up my affection occasionally for my family's sake. Daphne loves her. This is Daphne's first Reapings. I feel a little bad for her. I've always outshined her. She's more into artsy stuff than fighting. She doesn't really like me, the feeling's mutual. My parents have never really payed attention to her. She's really strict and likes everything neat. My father is more outgoing and joyous. It kind of pisses me off, but he supports my decision to volunteer.

The Reapings go rather slow. I just want to get up on that stage. Our escort hasn't even opened her mouth, before I've already volunteered and raced up the stage. I wonder who will be joining me up here. I never really payed attention to the boys. I was focused on me getting the spot alone. I look around expectantly waiting for someone to volunteer. No one does. The boy who's name was called exits the crowd. No way. It can't be. The odds were a million to one. It's literally impossible. It's the boy. The one I spared.

Kyle Prescott POV

I am happy I got picked, don't get me wrong. But after this morning, I'm not sure I'm ready. The girl who is on the stage next to me seems familiar, but I can't place. Maybe I can charm with my sweet moves. I want to, but something feels off. I can't remember much about this morning. I was going to the room where Max was, but something went wrong. I don't know what exactly happened after that, but I awoke, fully clothed, in my. And I was high as fuck. Maybe my mind will clear eventually. It's pissing me off. Why aren't I my usual sexy self!

No matter, I'm sure I'll make my family proud in the Games. I can't wait.

Well. That was a ride. If you need me to fix it, let me know.

AND THIS WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER WITH JUST 2 CHARACTERS. I told you this story was going to be fucked up!

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