Chapter 5
Justin P.O.V.
It feels like a dream as if the past six weeks happened to someone else, as I sit here an explain everything to Sally. I cannot believe all those things that happened to my body and Ethan did all of it to me.
"Alright Justin just tell me what happened the night you killed Mr. Gold and leave out no detail."
Flashback to 12 hours prior
"Justin once again you don't want to listen to me. I would have thought you would have learned your lesson by now. Why do you want me to hurt you?"
I was chained down when I signaled that I had to use the restroom. When I was in there I tried to make an escape by climbing through the window, I noticed that Ethan had forgotten to lock the window. I was lying on the ground and he was continuing kicking my chest over and over again.
"Do I need to teach how to be a good boy again and keep you collared?" Another swift kick to my chest but this time I heard a crack. "Where would you go Justin? Well, who would want a whore like you?"
I know I shouldn't of but I could not help myself as the words came right out. "Brian would." Sheer rage glossed over Ethan's eyes when I said those words.
The next thing I felt was Ethan's fist connecting with my eye. I could hear Ethan's menacing laugh all around me as if he can not control it.
"That's right I forgot that you are his precious little faggot. Well Justin I think it is time to let the whole world know that you are his whore."
As Ethan tries to grab me I flinch away from his touch. I can barely stand, in between the throbbing in my chest and the soaring pain in my face, it doesn't help that Ethan has not given me anything to eat in 2 day.
"It hurts me so much to do this to you Justin I love you so much but you refuse to let him go. I'll make you learn that no one will ever love you like I do."
He picks me up and tosses me on the bed. "Now be the good boy that I know you are and get me hard. Remember what happened the last time you even scrapped my cock with your teeth. I will knock your fucking teeth in if you hurt my dick."
What scares me the most is I know he will do it. On one instance I accidentally grazed his cock with my teeth and he felt the need to knock out two of my molars. There has not been a single time since then that my teeth even get near his dick, I would rather have my own lips get battered then lose any more teeth to his fist.
I slowly open my mouth and he shoves his into my throat. I used to love sucking cock, well one in particular but I know I will probably never get to see Brian beautiful appendage again. I don't know if I will ever be able to even look at cock without thinking about Ethan's disgusting body.
He is thrusting fast in my throat and I can feel the bile rising up. "That is a good bitch I want you to suck me harder." He grabs the back of my head and holds his dick in the back of throat as he unloads himself, disgusting me even further.
I can't help myself as the tears come pouring down my cheek. Only 6 months ago I was the happiest person in the world and today I am getting face rapped as Ethan continues his fucking of my throat.
"Are you crying, poor little Justin doesn't know how to handle a real man. Well if you continue to cry I must give you something to cry about."
Once again he hits me on my face and I can feel my skin breaking underneath the force. The blood is running down my face and I can feel it mixing with my tears.
"You are my good boy aren't you Justin. You don't need any prep huh just my cock in your tight ass."
I know he said that before but every time he says it scares the living hell out of me. The pain is unbearable whenever he does this to my body and I pray that one day this will be all over.
He lifts my legs and shoves himself all the way in one thrust. The pain shoots throughout my whole body as nothing made his way a smoother trip in. If only he used something hell I would be happy if he just used a little bit of spit something to help me but why would he do that, I am just thankful he still uses condoms.
When he does such things to my body my mind wanders to happier thoughts mainly the happiest time in my life, my times with Brian. I can see his beautiful face looking lovingly down at mine asking Daphne if he can borrow her date. I know tonight's dream will be our dance.
I don't know if I have ever seen a more beautiful sight then Brian's smiling face, especially knowing that I did it. The bright white contrasting with his tailor made Armani tux was a sight to behold. I was flabbergasted to see everyone part on the dance floor to allow our passage.
In my dreams every step is slowed down and I can see every millimeter of our bodies in sync with the beat of the song. I knew in my mind's eye things changed between us that night.
I can hear him whispering in my ear about how he can't wait to have me spread out on his bed so he can rim for hours. That is when I slyly removed his coat off his shoulders.
It was funny to me that Daphne was in the perfect place for me to toss his coat to her. For some reason my dream does not follow it is normal path, it does not allow me to enjoy our kiss on the dance floor nor our kiss in the garage.
For some reason tonight my dream fast forward to Brian screaming my name. Normally it goes dark from there but tonight my mind wants me to hear his screams. For some reason my mind felt the need to hear Brian in pain screaming for me to wake up, felt the need to hear him scream at god for allowing this to happen.
I hear it so clearly his suffering. "No, No, NO, NO...God, Justin please wake up. God not to him, not Justin."
Tonight I can feel his tear on me and I really wonder if he cried over me. I am woken up to more pain then I have ever felt in my life. More pain then taking Chris Hobb's bat to the skull. My eyes open to feel fire burning through out my chest and I do not know what to do.
"Oh you are finally awake, good. Now I can have my work appraised by a true artist. Tell me what you think Justin?"
My chest is screaming for mercy as I see the knife in his hand. Oh god what did Ethan do this time to my body.
"Now everyone will have to question it at all, it is written clearly for all eyes to see, you are Kinney's Whore."
I look down at my chest and I can see my crimson blood starting to pool on my chest. In big 2" letter I can clearly se the word 'Kinney's' and I can only imagine it says whore underneath it.
I cannot control my stomach as I empty all the bile on his bed. "You worthless slut dirtying my sheets."
A swift back hand to my face and the only thing I can do is laugh at him. I am in hysterics as I just keep laughing at how pitiful he really is.
"You have the nerve to laugh at me you piece of garbage."
He sets the knife down on the night stand and stares me down. I laugh even harder thinking about how I fell for his lame ass bullshit. As if my body has a mind of its own I spit in his face seeing my logy roll down his face.
Big mistake but I could care less. In between him putting cigarettes out on my ass to spell his name and now carving Brian's name into my body, I have had enough.
He wraps his hands around my throat and begins to squeeze. The look in his eyes is one I will never forget. I knew tonight was different then all the other times he has choked me.
Tonight he was not going to stop after I am knocked out; he is going to kill me. I refuse to be a victim again, my body has had enough torment and I was not going to take anymore.
I remembered where he set the knife and I reach out and I can feel the cold steel in my finger tips. As if my mind is on auto pilot I thrust the knife into his right side, hoping it will get him to stop.
"You fucking piece of shit, you think that is going to stop me."
His grip tightens my on my neck and my flight or flight mentality kicks. I pull out the knife and shove it back in him making sure I don't stop until the hilt of the knife is in alignment with his skin.
"You fucking whore I will kill you." He is shouting at the top of his lungs as I once again stab him again.
Blood is starting to drip from his mouth and onto my face. His grip on my neck is starting to loosen as well as I thrust the blade into Ethan's body once again.
There is a loud banging on the door and it doesn't stop Ethan assault on my neck. "Pittsburgh Police Department, open the door now or we will have to kick it in."
For some reason their voices trigger Ethan to start squeezing tighter then before. I can start to see stars behind my eyes and I am starting to lose consciousness.
I can see Brian's handsome smirking face and I know I will do anything to be able to see it again. "This is your last warning Mr. Gold we will kick it in."
Before I completely black out I shove the blade back in one more time. I know I did not get the depth that I wanted but I was praying it would stop him even if for a few minutes.
The door is knocked down and although I can't see them, I hear voices of 4 men gasping and call for an ambulance. I have no idea if Ethan is dead or not but I feel his body lift off of mine and relief finally sets in.
In the interview room
"Sally that is the last thing I really remember after hearing the cops' voices the next thing I remember is hearing Brian and well I just assumed I had died."
Sally just looked at me with horror on her face as she was digesting everything I had just told her. "Well, Justin I am confident that we have a great case on self defense and if we have to I am sure that the D.A. will have a deal for you since it is unheard of self defense cases now a days. Before your arraignment Brian is bringing you some clothes to change into and I will leave you boys alone for a few minutes. I am sorry you had to suffer this way Justin I really am."
She left the interview room and I am left with my thoughts. Did Brian really come here tonight and tell me he loved or was that just the pain medication? I hope it was real so that maybe one good thing could have come from all of this. But how will Brian want me when he sees what Ethan has done to my body.