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I struggled against my bonds as hard as I could but to no avail. Tears streamed down my face as I watched Francis tremble underneath his rough, uncaring hands. I tried to block out the whimpering noises he was mustering through the gag. The way he shrunk away from Allistor's aggressive ministrations mixed with the weak, muffled whines stabbed his helplessness as well as my own into me.
When he thrust himself into him the first time I was unprepared for the volume he could force around the gag. Each scream, whine, and sob was a pure unadulterated expression of utter pain and fear. I could feel my wrists and ankles bruising as I pushed against my bonds with all of my strength. The chair rocked back and forth but I couldn't manage to even loosen the ties.
My whole body burned with anger and pain. I hated Allistor for what he was doing to Francis. He was hurting the most kind, loving, guy in the world. He was hurting him to get to me. He was hurting him because of me. I had done this to him. My self-hatred and anger boiled on the surface as I screamed curses through the rough fabric in my mouth.
After Francis passed out they tied his arms and legs together behind his back with rough rope. That's when the first round of beers came out. The stench of alcohol and cigarettes filled the room, stinging my tear filled eyes. The smoking and drinking went on for hours before Allistor walked over to the bed and sat next to Francis, facing me. He ran his fingers through Francis' soft blond hair.
"How'd you like the show?" He said acidically, his puke grey-green eyes hard with malice "I put it on just for you. When are you going to learn what a stupid, useless, little sh*t you are? That this is what happens to anyone stupid enough to like you?"
My vision blurred slightly as tears started reforming in my eyes. He was only driving the point I already knew further in. Driving the stake of guilt deeper into my heart. I tried to make myself as small as possible. I lowered my head, weighed down by the shame. I heard him chuckle before placing two fingers below my chin and moving my head up so I could look at the stirring form lying on the bed. Francis was beginning to wake up.
"You caused all of this," he said, suddenly slapping Francis' cheek sharply
The loud smack of Allistor's hand against his skin made me flinch. He smirked at my reaction before turning back to the now awakened Francis. He grinned cruelly down at the vulnerable younger teen beneath him. Grey eyes gleaming with animus met deep blue ones glazed with tears. Allistor slowly took the cigarette from between his teeth.
"All. You." He said pressing the hot embers against the skin between Francis' neck and collarbone.
He spun the cigarette, grinding it painfully against tender flesh. A sickening hiss sizzled from the contact as the cigarette was put out. Francis flinched away roughly, and writhed on the bed but Allistor held him in place. My stomach lurched and I screamed unintelligible profanities around my gag. He laughed at me as I reacted violently to Francis' obvious distress. Tears began tracking down his cheeks and muffled cries were pulled from his throat. I lunged forward, almost tipping my chair. Drunken, cruel laughter rang through the room.
"All you." He repeated, pulling the cigarette away from Francis' charred flesh
A boy with wide shoulders, Nick I remembered, stumbled forward stating in an only slightly slurred voice "You s-said I could have some fun wiv 'im when you wa-was done."
"Of course Nicky! All of you will have your fun eventually! We have until Tuesday! All the time in the world," Allistor stared at me though he was talking to Nick
I glared at him with hatred but he just chuckled and stood from the bed. He then made a sweeping motion towards Francis, indicating that Nick could go ahead. Nick crawled onto the bed and cut the ropes from a sobbing Francis' wrists and ankles. The boys all used him over and over again. Sticking themselves as well as the necks of beer bottles and burning cigarettes inside of the boy I adored.
I hated myself even more with every sob, whimper, and scream that came from my love. I felt my self-loathing digging deeper into me with every laugh and snide comment and drunkenly snickered insult. Moans of pleasure echoed by moans of pain nailing together my coffin of pain and hatred. They stayed in the house three days, until Tuesday morning, at which point they quickly cleaned up and vacated the home, dragging me along with them, leaving a shattered boy crying weakly on the bed.
