Note: This chapter is written in Oz's POV. Also, this is another memory.
There will be 3 or 4, then another chapter or 2, with some Willow and Oz
fluff. And thanks to everyone who reviewed. You honestly made me blush,
thanks a hundred times over and a hundred times again. Merry Christmas,
Happy Chanukah, and Jolly whatever the hell other holiday you celebrate.
Pain. Pain like a million shards of glass shooting through his body pummelled him until finally Oz opened his eyes. Wrong. He thought when he noticed he was lying naked on some sort of leather couch. Is it the full moon already? No. That had been a week ago. For some reason, his body felt smaller, weaker. Then there was the issue of the horrible pain that throbbed within him.
Oz shut his eyes again, trying to make sense of what was happening. They snapped open again when he felt a heavy, warm weight descend upon him. No no no no no no no were the only words that he could think of. He recognized the man on top of him, it was his fathers friend John Holbrook, who watched him when his parents were away. And he did more than watch more than a couple times. Oz opened his mouth to scream for anyone-for Buffy. It was completely absurd, but she had a tendency to turn up at the very last possible moment. But as soon as his mouth opened, a disgusting tongue that tasted like beer and cigarettes was forced into his mouth. Déjà vu.? Then the memories came flooding back. He was getting raped.crying in the corner.beer.but no. This wasn't right. He wasn't 8 anymore he was eight- teen for God's sake. But no matter how logical the thoughts in his mind were, it was hard to ignore the growing hardness pressing at his waist. He wriggled, struggling to breathe as the tongue was forced deeper into his throat. It was mercifully taken from his mouth, and he sat there gasping as John kissed him possessively all over his chest and arms. Oz tried to pull himself up on the back of the couch, but he was pulled down by his hair. Crying out in pain, Oz was forced down until he was parallel to the older mans cock. "Open your mouth, faggot!" He yelled drunkenly. Tears starting to stream down his face, Oz shook his head in a hopeless sort of way. To the boys great surprise, John got off of him, and he closed his eyes in quiet relief. The weight returned on top of him however, and he had something in his hand.a knife.
Sorry to leave you hanging, but I'll update soon. Promise.
Pain. Pain like a million shards of glass shooting through his body pummelled him until finally Oz opened his eyes. Wrong. He thought when he noticed he was lying naked on some sort of leather couch. Is it the full moon already? No. That had been a week ago. For some reason, his body felt smaller, weaker. Then there was the issue of the horrible pain that throbbed within him.
Oz shut his eyes again, trying to make sense of what was happening. They snapped open again when he felt a heavy, warm weight descend upon him. No no no no no no no were the only words that he could think of. He recognized the man on top of him, it was his fathers friend John Holbrook, who watched him when his parents were away. And he did more than watch more than a couple times. Oz opened his mouth to scream for anyone-for Buffy. It was completely absurd, but she had a tendency to turn up at the very last possible moment. But as soon as his mouth opened, a disgusting tongue that tasted like beer and cigarettes was forced into his mouth. Déjà vu.? Then the memories came flooding back. He was getting raped.crying in the corner.beer.but no. This wasn't right. He wasn't 8 anymore he was eight- teen for God's sake. But no matter how logical the thoughts in his mind were, it was hard to ignore the growing hardness pressing at his waist. He wriggled, struggling to breathe as the tongue was forced deeper into his throat. It was mercifully taken from his mouth, and he sat there gasping as John kissed him possessively all over his chest and arms. Oz tried to pull himself up on the back of the couch, but he was pulled down by his hair. Crying out in pain, Oz was forced down until he was parallel to the older mans cock. "Open your mouth, faggot!" He yelled drunkenly. Tears starting to stream down his face, Oz shook his head in a hopeless sort of way. To the boys great surprise, John got off of him, and he closed his eyes in quiet relief. The weight returned on top of him however, and he had something in his hand.a knife.
Sorry to leave you hanging, but I'll update soon. Promise.