Chapter 5

When Sam woke up, he wished he didn't do it. The pain was horrible. He hurt everywhere and every movement brought pain. He groaned and slowly raised up. He sat down on his knees, he didn't want to try to lay on his ass, knowing he'd hurt more. He watched around him to see if his boyfriend was here. Fortunately, he wasn't here and the young man sighed. He stood up groaning again then walked until he was in the bathroom. He closed the door and looked at himself in the mirror. What he saw made him wince. Jesse had pulled all his punches.

His face was bruised and his blood had dried. His lip was cut and his nose had bled. His wrists also were bruised because of Jesse's grip and the belt. He had bruises and bites too on his chest and his hips. But he knew the more important damage was in his behind. He could remember what it happened before he lost conscious and he remember perfectly the pain and the blood when Jesse had…

Suddenly he had tears in his eyes. It wasn't the first time that happened but usually it was because he had done something bad. It was in these moments he didn't understand how he could still stay with this man. Beating him and… taking him forcefully without his consent wasn't love, he did know that. But in spite of that, he still loved him. Maybe because Jesse knew how to do that. After all, he was nice sometimes. He took care of him as if he really loved him. Like when he made love to him sweetly or when he gave him presents or massages. It was these little attention that made Sam think Jesse loved him. Maybe not as much as he loved him but he still loved him.

Sam sighed and turned in order to go to the shower. He really needed one, especially to remove blood and semen. He felt dirty and he wanted to remove this feeling. He took advantage of hot water and time to wash. Finally he got out of the shower and after drying he took care of his injuries.

He eventually got out of the bathroom and went to the living-room. However, he froze when he entered. His boyfriend was settled down on the couch with a beer in his hand and was watching the TV. He seemed to hear him because he raised his head and smirked.

"You took you're sweet time Precious," Jesse teased. Sam lowered his head, his wet bangs hiding his eyes. The older stood up and came closer of him. He took a fistful of his hair violently and forced him to look at him in the eyes. "What ? You don't like I call you "Precious" ? Though that didn't seem to bother you when that freak called you that name." Sam felt tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Jesse, please."

"Please what ? You're mine, you understand ? I call you what I want and I do what I want with you no matter where we are. Understood, Precious ?"

"Yes, Jesse." The latter released him and smiled.

"Good. Now, go prepare the dinner." Without waiting for another word, Sam left to go to the kitchen.