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Ludwig's point of view
I obey him and start undoing my jacket , then my shirt. I do it fast and try to avoid his eyes. He touches my face and makes me look up at him. All I can think about is Feliciano, I have to be right on time.
My superior is around fourty years old and fat, he's also taller than me. His lustful eyes looking me up and down, it makes me feel sick. The fact that I could easily overpower this guy if it wasn't for the secret he knows about, makes me feel even worse.
" Bend over the desk" He orders me impatiently. I do exactly what he wants me to do. He janks my pants down, My attacker says something but I can't hear him , it's like he's standing far away from I get a panic attack. My vision starts to blur...
I wake up on the ground, my whole body hurts . I manage to hold back my tears. When I stand up carefully I feel dizzy. My attacker already left and I'm glad for it. Blood slowly trickles down my face and I notice blood on my desk too. He must have slammed my head onto it with force. I don't want to be here any longer and grab my coat and leave. Even walking hurts.
When I finally enter my apartment it's five o' clock. I feel dirty, humilated. The pain is too much to bare. I undress myself, wanting to get out of this uniform as fast as possible, then take a long shower. I try not to think about what happened, afraid the tears will start to flow. There's blood on my thighs too, I quickly wash it off. Just forget about what happened, nobody needs to know. Just pretend that nothing happened. You can't bother Feliciano with it, you don't want him to feel worried about you.
A few minutes later I dress into my sparetime clothes, nice dark blue slacks and a white button down shirt. When I look into the mirror I first see how bad I really look. I try to mess up my hair a bit to hide the deep, still bleeding cut on my forehead. There's nothing I can do to hide the bruise on my cheek. I feel weak when I end up vomiting into the sink.
Then the doorbell rings.I quickly clean up the mess and take a look into the mirror one more time , then open the door to see Feliciano standing there with his happy smile.
" Hi Ludwig! woah you look different! I like your hair this way" He steps inside and hugs me tightly.
" Danke" I force a little smile.
Standing on his toes he kisses me slowly, his hands traveling up to my hair moving aside the blonde strands. I wait for his reaction. It comes when he breaks the kiss.
" Ludwig your head's bleeding! what happened? Your cheek is bruised too"
" Ich ... eh... I did something wrong, and got punished for that, but I'm okay. " I try to smile again.
The little Italian's eyebrows twist. "That's bad.. you're one of them. Did they hit you? "
" Ja.. it's just the way we handle things. Don't worry" I lie, then turn and disappear into the kitchen to get something to drink for us both. When I return he takes the glass of wine from me and puts it down onto the table. He wraps his arms around me, his hand moving up under my shirt. I shiver. He pulls me down onto the couch. I'm on my back and he straddles my hips, kissing and sucking my neck.I don't see Feliciano showing me his affection, but the man that took away my pride. I'm not moving, starting to feel trapped. When he starts undoing the buttons of my shirt I try to move his hand away but I don't succeed, the little fingers keep moving back everytime. When the Italian loosened all buttons and gently caresses my belly, I start to panick again. I don't hear anything but a loud beep. Flashes of earlier today coming back. I start to struggle, trying to get him off me.
" Don't touch me! " I shout, throwing him onto the ground. I immediately regret my actions, afraid I've hurt the slender Italian.
He looks shocked. " Ludwig I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
I turn my head away. Tears are starting to fall.
" Ludwig why are you crying?" He asks worried.
" I just had a rough day, that's all, and I'm not in the mood for..eh... I mean, lets just hug and kiss for tonight, alright?"
"Ve, Sure" Feliciano can't hide the disappointment in his eyes but takes his seat on the couch again. I want to do the same but he forces me into a lying position. I rest my head onto his lap and he gently strokes my hair. His hands travel down to my shoulders.
" You're so tensed, just relax ssshh" He massages my shoulders. I have to admit that it really helps me to calm down a little bit. He keeps gently squeezing my shoulders and neck and I suddenly feel very tired. We're both quiet , it's like the little Italian knows I don't want to talk. It doesn't take long before I fall asleep.
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