Bruno wasn't sure how long he was left tied to the bed, but it felt like an eternity. The moment he was tied down and left in the room alone he began to panic. Chest heaving and heart racing, he pulled at his binds desperately. A blanket had been placed over his naked form, but he still felt too exposed.
Although his body was healed, his mind was still a mess. Illusion and reality mixed together. The room became increasingly dark as the sun went down, and shadows danced along the walls. Dark figures that weren't there surrounded him and laughed as he struggled to breath through wave after wave of panic. Eventually he fainted.
When he woke, Bruno felt dizzy and exhausted; and his skin itched from the dried blood and cum smeared all over his skin. The sun had completely set. He tried to keep calm as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and the moonlight lit up the room. He could hear the house creak as if someone was skulking close by; in reality, it was Casita fending off the rats from getting inside the room, per Alma's orders.
He observed that he was alone and saw the bars on the window. He couldn't tell where he was. The room didn't seem all that familiar, there was no furniture, and he could only see the sky from his position on the bed. The last thing he remembered was Andre. His heart sped up at the thought that once again he was stuck with that psycho.
When the door opened and light poured in the room, he tensed and started to tremble. He had not realized he had to pee until it was too late. The tension from fear in his body caused him to piss the bed, a wet spot forming through the blanket and seeping into the sheets. Andre would be mad, he closed his eyes tightly and strained against his ties.
"Oh Bruno," A familiar voice whispered in sadness. Julieta and Pepa walked in to see if he had calmed down enough to get through a bath. "I'm sorry," Juleita said regretfully. He had been alone for hours and no one had checked to see if he needed anything. She had wanted to, but Abuela insisted that interaction would exacerbate the situation, so they needed to give him time.
They were only trying to help, but it seemed they were getting everything wrong. The entire family felt responsible for handling him so poorly and the result had been his torture. If they would have just tried to be there for him and not force him to overcome his fears so quickly, he wouldn't have run away. They could have prevented some of the damage he had been subjected to, but they failed.
The sisters untied their brother and he curled up on his side, visibly shaking. "Bruno," Pepa spoke gently. "Can you get up?" She hovered over him but didn't touch. He only pushed his face into the mattress and ignored them.
Bruno couldn't comprehend how they were here. Surely this could not be home; this room was like a prison cell. It was possible that they were real, and that his family was playing tricks on him again. But it was too had to know for sure.
If his own mind was playing tricks on him, then he could ignore everything until reality would surface. Or maybe he had finally gone insane. One fabrication of reality would lead to another. But of everything he could see and hear, he didn't want any of it. He was so tired, so damn tired of existence and these hellish mind games.
"Hermonito, can you drink a little water for me?" Julieta asked sitting on the edge of the bed holding a cup in her hand. He was thirsty, but he didn't have the energy to deal with her in order to get the water. It didn't matter anyway, death was the goal now. Living was a curse.
Julieta reached for his arm but Pepa stopped her for a moment. "Careful," She said. "He might not take it well."
Determined, Julieta touched his upper arm and he tried to flinch away. She held fast lightly gripping him. "Come on, just a little water, then a bath. It'll be quick and easy," she said softly pulling on his arm. He refused to move no matter how much she tried to pull and coax him. Bruno would rather lay in filth and die.
"If you get up I'll cook you whatever you want," she tried to bribe him. He just laid there limply. He didn't want food. He felt too awful, haunted by biting off another man's penis. He wanted to vomit, but there was nothing in his stomach.
"Bruno," Pepa raised her voice frustratedly when he didn't move or answer their sister. Her emotions often took an extreme route that she always regretted, she didn't mean to be so harsh. "If you don't get up I'm going to make you get up." He was sure she would, or Felix would do it. Agustin would probably help. If they were real that's how it would go. "You can't lay in bed covered in blood!" She shouted at him.
Julieta got off the bed, took Pepa's hand, and left the room with her. They had tried all they could, and she would love to give her brother more time to sort out things in his head. But it was unhygienic to leave him the way he was. So they had to move on to their very unfortunate plan B.
"Camilo," Felix spoke reassuringly to his son. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. Everyone would understand, especially with what happened last time." After witnessing Bruno actually doing what he was told by Andre, it was a sound solution to get him to do other things they needed.
"I know, but the only other option is forcing him into the bath, and that feels worse somehow," Camilo responded feeling nervous. He didn't want to hear his Tio scream anymore, and he knew it was taking a toll on his sister. He didn't want Bruno to be afraid of him either, but it just seemed like the better option. At least this time, he knew to let the family interfere if things got violent.
It was late at night and everyone was in bed except Pepa, Julieta, Agustin, Felix, Alma, and Camilo. The capable adults were on standby just in case something went wrong. Alma just could not sleep and worried for her son. The rest of the family was secretly laying awake in bed filled with worry.
"He seems calm," Julieta told the rest of them. "I don't think it will be too difficult." Pepa fidgeted with her hair and watched her son open the nursery door. She couldn't stand the thought of her son's mental state worsening over this. He had been so bad off after what happened before.
Taking a deep breath, Camilo morphed into Andre. He tried to push the memory of Bruno's attempted suicide from his mind. When he entered the room, his Tio was laying curled up on the bed under the blanket. He could see he had peed the bed, and the teen's heart fell.
"Little mouse," A voice called from the doorway. Tears formed in Bruno's eyes and he pushed his face further into the mattress. He had kind of wished that his family was playing their mind games, so that he could be home. Even though it would hurt his heart to know they were playing with him like a puppet. But it turned out Andre really was here. There was no way Camilo would do this again.
"You need a bath," Andre said walking up to the bed and grabbing his upper arm tightly. Camilo decided to play this a little more as the way he understood the madman, and less gentle. He worried that if he wasn't commanding enough, that Bruno would lash out. So he pulled his Tio's arm harshly to get him off the bed.
Bruno stretched out his legs, feet landing on the floor to catch himself when he was pulled from the bed. He stood naked and quivering before his captor. Hunched over and head down to hide behind his hair, he waited for Andre's next move. A blanket was draped over his shoulders, then his hand taken to be pulled out of the room.
Outside of the room was Casita. Bruno peered around as he was roughly pulled along toward the bathroom. He felt some of the tiles under his feet vibrate as they walked, something Casita did to reassure the occupants whenever they were upset. Bruno wondered what exactly his reality was right now. He quickly looked around trying to catch a glimpse of his family members, but there was no one in sight.
Camilo kept his eyes forward, determined just to make it to the bathroom. He could feel his Tio weakly trying to pull his hand away so the teen gripped harder and pulled him quicker. They made it into the bathroom and shut the door. Camilo turned the shower on making it comfortably warm before turning around to finally face Bruno.
The small man kept his eyes downcast. He hadn't decided what was real or not yet. Of the two evils, he'd rather it be his family rather than Andre. The blanket was taken off of him, and he wrapped his arms around himself for comfort. He hoped and prayed that this would not turn sexual.
"Get in the tub," the larger man ordered. For the sake of not knowing what would happen if he didn't, he did as he was told. But he didn't do much more than that. He only let the water rain down on him as he looked at his feet with worry. "Don't just stand there little mouse. You're dirty."
When Bruno didn't move Camilo wasn't sure what to do next. He didn't want his father to come in and have to do it for his Tio. That probably wouldn't go over well. So he closed the shower curtain and pulled his own clothes off, hoping this might go better. A last minute decision was to leave his underwear on. Camilo wasn't shy, but his Tio might appreciate that it meant he wasn't going to rape him.
Bruno stood under the warm water closing his eyes. It felt good, and the sound of the pouring water blocked everything out. For a moment, he felt like he was floating in a warm dark abyss, alone and safe. His eyes snapped open at the sound of the curtain opening and Andre stepping inside. Bruno shook in fear but did not move.
Andre reached above Bruno moving the shower head so it was not spraying on him anymore. The small man shivered without the warm water. The taller man grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed it into the other's hair. Bruno was wide eyed and frozen to the spot, as large hands lathered the soap in his hair.
Camilo watched for signs of discomfort as he washed his Tio's hair. But he appeared to be taking it well. Although he looked absolutely petrified; he was not screaming, crying, or putting up a fight. So the teen continued, hoping they could get through the whole shower like this. He pulled the shower head back into place to rinse Bruno's hair while he grabbed a rag and soaped it up with the bar to prepare for the worst part.
Bruno closed his eyes to keep the soap from getting in his eyes. He stood still and stayed quiet in the hopes that he could keep from provoking the other man. But as the water cascaded over him, he started to think of the oddities of what was happening.
There was no shower at Andre's house. All other evidence pointed to this being Casita. The smell of home and the movement of the tiles. His sister had touched him and it felt real. And he had not noticed it before, but with the calming water over his head he realized Andre was not fully naked. Bruno was no expert on the psycho, but he knew Andre would never miss an opportunity to be naked with him.
The shower head was moved again and Camilo began wiping his Tio's face and worked his way down. He had to scrub a little hard to get the blood off. The worst part was that he was pretty sure not all of it was blood. Those bastards let their cum dry up all over Bruno. While Camilo worked on cleaning his Tio, it was becoming increasingly obvious to the small man that his nephew was once again impersonating his worst nightmare.
Bruno felt he himself was probably insane, but he was certainly not stupid. As Camilo cleaned his chest, he grabbed him by the wrist to stop it. Acting as Andre, the teen pulled away and grabbed Bruno's chin to look him in the eye glaringly. "Hold still," he ordered then let go to continue scrubbing the small man.
It may have been his nephew, but it felt too much like Andre. So Bruno lowered his head and watched blood mix with the water at their feet. He couldn't stop the tears leaking from his eyes nor the dread making his heart thump rapidly in his chest. He shuddered and twitched as the rag swept and scrubbed over his skin.
When it came time to clean his Tio's most private area, Camilo paused for a moment. He checked Bruno's composure, looking for signs that things might turn for the worst. The small man still looked scared and his body was tensed up, but it didn't seem like he was going to put up much of a fight. So, the teen reached down touching the rag against his Tio's lower abdomen and moved down lower till he wiped against his penis.
Bruno's hands shot out grabbing his arm to stop him. Chest heaving and eyes wide he pushed the hand away. He didn't want to be touched, especially not there. He could stop Camilo from doing this. He would do it himself if they wanted him to be clean so badly, but he couldn't be touched there.
Andre put his hand on the smaller man's chest and pushed him against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. "I said hold still," The man barked. Bruno could only shake his head back and forth in an attempt to tell him no. He was ignored as the rag began gliding gently over his delicate parts again. The small man dug his nails in to the arm holding him him place.
Tears mixed with water as he started to struggle. "Dammit," the larger man said having a hard time getting the dried crusted blood off as Bruno started to squirm. He'd have to scrub harder and somehow keep the small man still.
Camilo was most certainly going to regret this, but he needed to get this done. So he grabbed his Tio by the throat. "Stop moving," he boomed. "If you move again or try to stop me, I'll punish you," the teen was thinking that the threat was probably a little weak. But he honestly didn't know what consequences he could threaten. It had the unexpected effect of making his Tio start sobbing. Fuck, Camilo had not meant to do that. He tried to go faster.
Bruno knew what punishment was from Andre. Punishment from his family could not be any worse, or maybe it could. He didn't know, but he didn't want it. He was feeling trapped more than ever and it was starting to get hard to breath. The larger man hovering over him started to work on cleaning him again, seemingly working faster and harder. It hurt.
When it was over, the teen practically sighed in relief. He took his hand off his Tio's chest to let him up off the wall. Bruno didn't move from his position and began pulling harshly on his hair. It occurred to him that if he had just listened to his sisters and got out of bed to clean up, then Camilo would never have had to do this. So, he could only blame himself.
"Turn around," Andre ordered. Bruno shook his head no, cowering against the wall. He was blubbering now, as he pulled at his hair. Large hands gripped his upper arms tightly pulling him forward away from the wall and forcing him to turn around.
Camilo worked quickly seeing his Tio starting to unravel. He didn't have much to go; luckily there wasn't as much blood on his back. But when he looked down it was a mess. The water had rinsed a little way but his buttocks and lower legs were caked in blood mixed with cum. The teen nearly lost it balling his hands into fists, anger bubbled inside of him.
Needing a better vantage point, Camilo pulled the curtain open and stepped out of the tub. "Put your hands on the wall and bend over a little," he commanded. Bruno hugged himself and quivered. He didn't want to, he didn't want to be touched anymore. "Do it!" Andre boomed. The teen didn't mean to take out his anger on his Tio. It fortunately and unfortunately. Bruno complied and sobbed.
Trying to ignore the crying. Camilo scrubbed at the blood and cum. He had to pull Bruno's butt cheeks apart as they stuck together from the dried sticky substance. His Tio sobbed louder and started to retch, but nothing came out. There was nothing to throw up. The teen made quick work of scrubbing him fast and hard, making his skin red. He got between his cheeks making the small man flinch and cry out.
After Bruno's butt was clean, Camilo scrubbed and cleaned his legs as fast as possible. When the teen felt like he got everything, he wasted no time in turning the water off and wrapping the small sobbing man in a large towel. "It's over, it's over," Camilo said pulling Bruno into a hug. The small man didn't pull away, he took the comfort and cried into the other's chest. They stayed there for a long while until he calmed down.
It wasn't hard to lead Bruno back to the nursery. When they got inside, there was a small table with a candle to illuminate the room, along with water and a plate of food. The mattress and bedding had been replaced, and it was all the confirmation Bruno needed to know that Andre was truly not here. It was his family, which gave him more relief than he wanted.
Andre used the towel and dried Bruno's hair and body quickly. Exhausted and getting used to the other person, the small man let him. Two piles of fresh clean clothes were laid on the bed. One was pajamas and the other was his normal outfit with his ruana.
"Which one?" the tall man asked causally. But the offer of the decision struck Bruno as odd. It felt almost abnormal to be able to choose. Where he slept, what he ate, the clothes he was given, it all was usually just chosen for him.
He pointed to his normal outfit and Andre helped him dress. The smaller man didn't really need help, but he was tired so he just let it happen. Camilo was surprised Bruno had allowed the hug after the shower and stopped putting up a fuss. The teen began to worry that he accidentally drove his Tio into seeking comfort from Andre.
When Bruno was tucked in bed, his face was expressionless. It was good that he was calm, but Camilo wanted to know if his Tio was okay. He was about to ask when Bruno finally spoke. The small man stared up at the ceiling, but addressed his nephew.
"Camilo," He said making the boy's heart jump out of his chest. "Stop looking like him." It was said softly devoid of emotion. The teen morphed into himself stunned.
"I-I'm sorry, Tio Bruno." He received only silence back and quickly left the room riddled with guilt. When Camilo told the family, they all once again felt like they had messed up. Alma had even tried to talk to Bruno and apologized. But he ignored her like she wasn't even there. So they all went to bed dejected, hoping tomorrow would go better. Augustin was left on watch for the night.
Bruno lay in bed upset. He was back to square one, with his family who were using Andre to manipulate him. He didn't understand their reasoning. Why scare him away but also force him to stay? It didn't make any sense. Or maybe it did, they didn't want him around, but they also couldn't risk him being in the hands of anyone else because his visions might be used against the family, like what Dante had tried to do.
As if on cue his eyes lit up and he could feel the vision he had offset coming back. He sat up ready to smash his head into the wall only for Casita to move the bed to the middle of the room. Images took over his mind and he tried to find the edge of the bed to get off so he could slam his head on the floor. But the floor jostled him to keep him from balancing enough to get out of the bed.
The vision overtook and the first image showed Maria, Dante's wife, talking to someone he could not see, then she was stabbed to death by them. Another image showed himself stepping off the roof of Casita and falling. The last image showed Felix confronting Bruno with his fists up to fight. When the vision ended Bruno could only lay there in shock wishing for his rats to come visit him soon.