This chapter is so wrong. Just wanted to say that. I can't believe I wrote
this. But oh well. Thanks to all the people who reviewed my story. I might
not update in a while cause I'm going to Toronto and I'm not sure if my
aunt has a computer. Again there will be a lemon scene in this chapter.
There will be a warning though. Keep the torture ideas coming!
Dried blood covered where Bryan lay on his side, he felt a presence behind him and saw that man. The man smiled his eyes having a different look in them as he smiled.
The man took a step closer and stared down at Bryan. Bryan looked up at the man slightly confused. "Hello Bryan," the man said cheerfully still smiling with his strange eyes.
He remembered that look from somewhere but from where? Then he remembered, that was the look of longing. The man looked over the many scabs on Bryan back that had just started to heal.
The man traced his finger over Bryan's back and Bryan flinched slightly causing the man to giggle like schoolgirl.
The man lifted Bryan in his arms. Bryan nearly screamed as the man made contact with his back. "Please no," cried Bryan as he saw that the man was bringing him to his room to do certain things.
The man lay Bryan down on his back. Bryan's back started to numb so that the pain was not as excruciating as before. The man slowly removed Bryan's pants with his boxers soon following.
(LEMON!)
"Please, no." cried Bryan again but the man brought his lips to Bryan's inserting his tongue. Bryan squirmed as the man brought his hand down to his exposed private parts. "Has anyone ever touched you like this beside me?" the man asked.
Bryan shook his head no. "Well good," the man said smiling as Bryan squirmed even more as he held the boy's length tighter. He started to massage it. Tears fell from Bryan's eyes and he bit his lower lip.
Bryan let out a groan feeling quite ashamed of himself as he felt himself grow hard under the mans touches. The man began to lick down the boy's chest and he finally made his way to Bryan's length. Bryan groaned again. The man smiled and once he thought it was time he opened up Bryan's legs.
Bryan looked up at the man with sad eyes. The man felt a sense of pity for the boy but quickly shook it off.
"Trust me you'll really like it this time not like the last time," the man said and began to enter the boy without even preparing him. Bryan screamed as the man thrust himself into Bryan quickly.
Bryan sobbed but the man just ignored it and thrust inside the boy again.
"Please," begged Bryan. "Just stop. Please just stop." The man looked down at him. "But were having fun aren't we?" he said as he stroked the sweat off Bryan's pale face. "No. You're having fun," said Bryan.
"Why you little bitch!" the man shouted and entered the boy farther in him then before. Way farther. Bryan screamed shaking his head back and fourth. The man finally stopped using every bit of mercy to get up and look down at Bryan in disgust as the violet haired teen sobbed harder then he had in his whole life.
(NO MORE LEMON WAS'NT THAT WRONG?!)
The man looked down at Bryan's nude frame, which shook violently as he sobbed. The man started to get angry and annoyed with the crying. "Shut up!" the man shouted.
Bryan stopped and lay still as he stared at the man. "You can't kill me, Biovolt is going to give you that damn money then I'll be free and I'll have you arrested and you can see what it's like to feel misery." Bryan screamed at the man.
"Is that so," the man said as he smiled slyly and took a seat beside the teen. "Then why haven't they sent the money yet?" the man smiled as Bryan's eyes stared at the bed covers with tears in his eyes.
"No one cares about you. Your nothing to anyone, if you were then wouldn't they get you out of here the first day you were kidnapped?"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! Screamed Bryan putting his hands over his head and crying again. "Why should I? You not man enough to handle the truth? You know everyone in the world hates you? They hate you for what you did to Ray. And from what I hear Tala and Ray had something going on.
So," the man drawled smiling cruelly. "Tala must hate you fore what you did to Ray."
"That's not true! Kai was with Ray!" screamed Bryan. "Well, I guess Ray was cheating on Kai. I saw your little red head friend making out with Ray right before the match."
"You're lying," Bryan growled. "You're just a liar. A fucking liar."
"You dare use such language on me?" the man shouted. "What you gonna do," teased Bryan. "Rape me? Beat me? Whip me? Well guess what, I don't care anymore I just don't care!" shouted Bryan his face full of rage as he glared at the black-haired man.
The man pushed him off the bed. He lifted Bryan up by his hand and returned the glare. He dropped Bryan again and towered over him like a skyscraper does as it looked down at the people pass by it.
"We'll see how much you care," said the man and placed his foot over Bryan's fingers. Bryan screamed as the man put his full wait on the hand and started to move his foot around. Crunching was heard and so were Bryan's screams.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The man looked over at the door and turned his gaze back to the violet-haired russian who rolled around grasping his broken hand.
Fear came over the mans dark eyes as he franticly looked around the room to hide the demolition boy. He quickly grabbed the boy and pushed him into a closet.
"Make a sound and I'll make the first few days of our fun look like a picnic," warned the man his eyes merely slits and with that he slammed the door shut.
"Come on," Bryan heard a women's voice call angrily. Bryan heard the door creak open. "It's about time," he heard the women's voice say. He heard the door creep open.
"You haven't seem me lately or have called me. So tell me, what's up?" she asked. "I've been very busy," Bryan heard the man reply quickly.
"And look at your house! It's a total mess!" Bryan heard the women say. "Let me think," the women said and paused for a moment then continued. "I'll help you clean! I'll go get the broom," the women said and Bryan heard her walk towards the closet.
She opened the closet doors and looked down at the demolition boy shocked. Bryan looked up at her. She was really pale, just like Bryan. And she had blond hair that was streaks with electric blue. Her eyes were pink and cat like.
"Who are you?" she asked and then she turned her gaze to his body and the many beating marks that covered him and then to his hand that he held.
"Oh my God," she said and stepped back. "What on earth happened to you?" she asked. "That so called man you were talking to did this to me. He has kidnapped me and has beaten or rape me on a daily basis." Bryan said.
The girl looked at him shocked. "No.he wouldn't do that," the women said and shook her head.
"It's true," said Bryan firmly. "What you think I did this to myself?"
"But why," she said with a scared expression on her face then in a swift movement she was thrown to the ground and the black-haired man looked down at her with a knife in one hand.
"Watch out!" shouted Bryan but it was to late. He took his free hand and lifted her by her hair; he placed the knife to her throat and smirked as he heard her whimper. "Come with me or die," he commanded and he pulled her into one of the rooms that Bryan had never entered.
Bryan closed his eyes and let the tears roll down his face. It was all too much for him. That women had been his only chance to escape from the man's evil grip.
And now she was going to die, Bryan did not have to hear her screams of agony to know she was going to die. He just had that feeling.
Ever since he was a kid only bad things had happened to him. He sighed and saw the man come out of the room with a few scratches across his face and arms. He was covered in blood, some his and some hers.
He shook his head and looked at Bryan who looked with his empty eyes at the man. "So, you have a girlfriend."
The man growled. "Had being the key word. She's dead now because of you." The man waited for a second for Bryan to break out sobbing or to at least look shocked. But no emotion came across the russians face.
He kept his face emotionless and stared at the man intently. "It's your lost," Bryan said. "What? What do you mean it's my loss? She could have rescued you. She was an innocent person who died because of you!" the man shouted.
"Hey, I'm not the one covered in blood am I? I wasn't the one he dug a knife threw her heart. And by the sounds of it she liked you. You guys could've gotten married, but you killed her. And she could've been the one and only for you. Now, you may have the destiny of living alone with no one beside you as you go to sleep at night. No one to kiss good night and look at as the them as the sun shines upon their face."
Bryan studied the mans features. It was shock that the man wore as he looked at him. Bryan continued. "Now whenever you fall asleep at night there will be no one to hold onto. Instead of thoughts of hopes of the future, you will have doubts and sadness as you try to survive with yourself. Because," Bryan paused.
"You brought this upon yourself. And when you die, the sorrow will not end fore you'll be in the pits of hell being tortured by your own loneliness," Bryan said and closed his eyes. The man looked at him in utter shock.
The man did not know how to respond at Bryan's harsh words. The man walked up to Bryan. Bryan looked up calmly. The man grabbed a chunk of Bryan's hair. Bryan let out a soft cry and was thrown into the very room where that women had died.
He saw her body. She was naked covered in blood. The worst of it was her chest, from her throat to just below her belly button below was ripped open and organs spewed out from it. Bryan covered his mouth and turned his head away from the revolting sight. He threw up and looked at the women again. He got closer to her and studied her emotionless face.
Her eyes were open and lifeless; her once shiny sparkle she had in her eyes was gone. Bryan noticed a necklace around her neck. The words Jessica were written out in gold hanging from the golden chain.
"Jessica," he said aloud as he traced his fingers along the golden chain. He soon found himself removing the necklace and gripping it tightly in his hand.
He was still naked so he had nowhere to hide it except in his hand. The room made him feel sick for it smelled of blood and urine. Why it smelled of urine was beyond Bryan. He saw the door open and the man came in.
The man looked over at Jessica, smiling proudly of his work. "Bryan Falcov," he said as if in a trance. "I remember the day you were born. You were so small."
Bryan looked at the man confused. "What are you talking about?" Bryan asked. The man shot out of his trance and stared at Bryan shocked.
The man walked up to the confused teen, and smiled slightly. And I mean a real smile. He touched Bryan's cheek and traced it down the side of his face.
"Now your all grown up," mumbled the man. The man suddenly turned angry and kicked Bryan in his already broken ribs. Bryan fell to his side in pain. The pain was horrid and without realizing it he began to cry.
The man looked down and shook his head and lifted the boy in his arms carrying him into his room. Bryan began to shake in horror of what he thought was about to happen. The man looked down and lifted the quilt of the bed over Bryan. He was still naked and was shivering.
The man looked at the clothes Bryan usually wore. They were ripped and stained with blood. The man shook his head and gave up leaving the room. Bryan looked at the closed door wondering what was with this strange man but he shook it off and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Dried blood covered where Bryan lay on his side, he felt a presence behind him and saw that man. The man smiled his eyes having a different look in them as he smiled.
The man took a step closer and stared down at Bryan. Bryan looked up at the man slightly confused. "Hello Bryan," the man said cheerfully still smiling with his strange eyes.
He remembered that look from somewhere but from where? Then he remembered, that was the look of longing. The man looked over the many scabs on Bryan back that had just started to heal.
The man traced his finger over Bryan's back and Bryan flinched slightly causing the man to giggle like schoolgirl.
The man lifted Bryan in his arms. Bryan nearly screamed as the man made contact with his back. "Please no," cried Bryan as he saw that the man was bringing him to his room to do certain things.
The man lay Bryan down on his back. Bryan's back started to numb so that the pain was not as excruciating as before. The man slowly removed Bryan's pants with his boxers soon following.
(LEMON!)
"Please, no." cried Bryan again but the man brought his lips to Bryan's inserting his tongue. Bryan squirmed as the man brought his hand down to his exposed private parts. "Has anyone ever touched you like this beside me?" the man asked.
Bryan shook his head no. "Well good," the man said smiling as Bryan squirmed even more as he held the boy's length tighter. He started to massage it. Tears fell from Bryan's eyes and he bit his lower lip.
Bryan let out a groan feeling quite ashamed of himself as he felt himself grow hard under the mans touches. The man began to lick down the boy's chest and he finally made his way to Bryan's length. Bryan groaned again. The man smiled and once he thought it was time he opened up Bryan's legs.
Bryan looked up at the man with sad eyes. The man felt a sense of pity for the boy but quickly shook it off.
"Trust me you'll really like it this time not like the last time," the man said and began to enter the boy without even preparing him. Bryan screamed as the man thrust himself into Bryan quickly.
Bryan sobbed but the man just ignored it and thrust inside the boy again.
"Please," begged Bryan. "Just stop. Please just stop." The man looked down at him. "But were having fun aren't we?" he said as he stroked the sweat off Bryan's pale face. "No. You're having fun," said Bryan.
"Why you little bitch!" the man shouted and entered the boy farther in him then before. Way farther. Bryan screamed shaking his head back and fourth. The man finally stopped using every bit of mercy to get up and look down at Bryan in disgust as the violet haired teen sobbed harder then he had in his whole life.
(NO MORE LEMON WAS'NT THAT WRONG?!)
The man looked down at Bryan's nude frame, which shook violently as he sobbed. The man started to get angry and annoyed with the crying. "Shut up!" the man shouted.
Bryan stopped and lay still as he stared at the man. "You can't kill me, Biovolt is going to give you that damn money then I'll be free and I'll have you arrested and you can see what it's like to feel misery." Bryan screamed at the man.
"Is that so," the man said as he smiled slyly and took a seat beside the teen. "Then why haven't they sent the money yet?" the man smiled as Bryan's eyes stared at the bed covers with tears in his eyes.
"No one cares about you. Your nothing to anyone, if you were then wouldn't they get you out of here the first day you were kidnapped?"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! Screamed Bryan putting his hands over his head and crying again. "Why should I? You not man enough to handle the truth? You know everyone in the world hates you? They hate you for what you did to Ray. And from what I hear Tala and Ray had something going on.
So," the man drawled smiling cruelly. "Tala must hate you fore what you did to Ray."
"That's not true! Kai was with Ray!" screamed Bryan. "Well, I guess Ray was cheating on Kai. I saw your little red head friend making out with Ray right before the match."
"You're lying," Bryan growled. "You're just a liar. A fucking liar."
"You dare use such language on me?" the man shouted. "What you gonna do," teased Bryan. "Rape me? Beat me? Whip me? Well guess what, I don't care anymore I just don't care!" shouted Bryan his face full of rage as he glared at the black-haired man.
The man pushed him off the bed. He lifted Bryan up by his hand and returned the glare. He dropped Bryan again and towered over him like a skyscraper does as it looked down at the people pass by it.
"We'll see how much you care," said the man and placed his foot over Bryan's fingers. Bryan screamed as the man put his full wait on the hand and started to move his foot around. Crunching was heard and so were Bryan's screams.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The man looked over at the door and turned his gaze back to the violet-haired russian who rolled around grasping his broken hand.
Fear came over the mans dark eyes as he franticly looked around the room to hide the demolition boy. He quickly grabbed the boy and pushed him into a closet.
"Make a sound and I'll make the first few days of our fun look like a picnic," warned the man his eyes merely slits and with that he slammed the door shut.
"Come on," Bryan heard a women's voice call angrily. Bryan heard the door creak open. "It's about time," he heard the women's voice say. He heard the door creep open.
"You haven't seem me lately or have called me. So tell me, what's up?" she asked. "I've been very busy," Bryan heard the man reply quickly.
"And look at your house! It's a total mess!" Bryan heard the women say. "Let me think," the women said and paused for a moment then continued. "I'll help you clean! I'll go get the broom," the women said and Bryan heard her walk towards the closet.
She opened the closet doors and looked down at the demolition boy shocked. Bryan looked up at her. She was really pale, just like Bryan. And she had blond hair that was streaks with electric blue. Her eyes were pink and cat like.
"Who are you?" she asked and then she turned her gaze to his body and the many beating marks that covered him and then to his hand that he held.
"Oh my God," she said and stepped back. "What on earth happened to you?" she asked. "That so called man you were talking to did this to me. He has kidnapped me and has beaten or rape me on a daily basis." Bryan said.
The girl looked at him shocked. "No.he wouldn't do that," the women said and shook her head.
"It's true," said Bryan firmly. "What you think I did this to myself?"
"But why," she said with a scared expression on her face then in a swift movement she was thrown to the ground and the black-haired man looked down at her with a knife in one hand.
"Watch out!" shouted Bryan but it was to late. He took his free hand and lifted her by her hair; he placed the knife to her throat and smirked as he heard her whimper. "Come with me or die," he commanded and he pulled her into one of the rooms that Bryan had never entered.
Bryan closed his eyes and let the tears roll down his face. It was all too much for him. That women had been his only chance to escape from the man's evil grip.
And now she was going to die, Bryan did not have to hear her screams of agony to know she was going to die. He just had that feeling.
Ever since he was a kid only bad things had happened to him. He sighed and saw the man come out of the room with a few scratches across his face and arms. He was covered in blood, some his and some hers.
He shook his head and looked at Bryan who looked with his empty eyes at the man. "So, you have a girlfriend."
The man growled. "Had being the key word. She's dead now because of you." The man waited for a second for Bryan to break out sobbing or to at least look shocked. But no emotion came across the russians face.
He kept his face emotionless and stared at the man intently. "It's your lost," Bryan said. "What? What do you mean it's my loss? She could have rescued you. She was an innocent person who died because of you!" the man shouted.
"Hey, I'm not the one covered in blood am I? I wasn't the one he dug a knife threw her heart. And by the sounds of it she liked you. You guys could've gotten married, but you killed her. And she could've been the one and only for you. Now, you may have the destiny of living alone with no one beside you as you go to sleep at night. No one to kiss good night and look at as the them as the sun shines upon their face."
Bryan studied the mans features. It was shock that the man wore as he looked at him. Bryan continued. "Now whenever you fall asleep at night there will be no one to hold onto. Instead of thoughts of hopes of the future, you will have doubts and sadness as you try to survive with yourself. Because," Bryan paused.
"You brought this upon yourself. And when you die, the sorrow will not end fore you'll be in the pits of hell being tortured by your own loneliness," Bryan said and closed his eyes. The man looked at him in utter shock.
The man did not know how to respond at Bryan's harsh words. The man walked up to Bryan. Bryan looked up calmly. The man grabbed a chunk of Bryan's hair. Bryan let out a soft cry and was thrown into the very room where that women had died.
He saw her body. She was naked covered in blood. The worst of it was her chest, from her throat to just below her belly button below was ripped open and organs spewed out from it. Bryan covered his mouth and turned his head away from the revolting sight. He threw up and looked at the women again. He got closer to her and studied her emotionless face.
Her eyes were open and lifeless; her once shiny sparkle she had in her eyes was gone. Bryan noticed a necklace around her neck. The words Jessica were written out in gold hanging from the golden chain.
"Jessica," he said aloud as he traced his fingers along the golden chain. He soon found himself removing the necklace and gripping it tightly in his hand.
He was still naked so he had nowhere to hide it except in his hand. The room made him feel sick for it smelled of blood and urine. Why it smelled of urine was beyond Bryan. He saw the door open and the man came in.
The man looked over at Jessica, smiling proudly of his work. "Bryan Falcov," he said as if in a trance. "I remember the day you were born. You were so small."
Bryan looked at the man confused. "What are you talking about?" Bryan asked. The man shot out of his trance and stared at Bryan shocked.
The man walked up to the confused teen, and smiled slightly. And I mean a real smile. He touched Bryan's cheek and traced it down the side of his face.
"Now your all grown up," mumbled the man. The man suddenly turned angry and kicked Bryan in his already broken ribs. Bryan fell to his side in pain. The pain was horrid and without realizing it he began to cry.
The man looked down and shook his head and lifted the boy in his arms carrying him into his room. Bryan began to shake in horror of what he thought was about to happen. The man looked down and lifted the quilt of the bed over Bryan. He was still naked and was shivering.
The man looked at the clothes Bryan usually wore. They were ripped and stained with blood. The man shook his head and gave up leaving the room. Bryan looked at the closed door wondering what was with this strange man but he shook it off and soon fell into a deep sleep.
