Arthur finished his tea, he had taken a break from his memories but he knew he should try to go further. The websites promised doing this would help him get over it.
Taking a shuddering breath Arthur relaxed into his armchair, ready to take on his fears.
Alistair was sadistic enough to enjoy this. Those hot grey ashes falling on his pale back weren't by accident.
He tried twisting his head around, to plead with the brute. A searing pain greeted him in his backside instead.
Crying out, he sank onto the floor, tears forming in his eyes as the burning became worse.
That… that feeling of something… moving in him…
Arthur pulled himself out of his memory. He couldn't do it. He couldn't relive the day his own brother took his virginity.
But… he had to…
The floor beneath them turned a marbled shade of red and white as blood and cum mixed together and seeped through the floorboards.
Pounding from the back, blows to the front, pain was registered throught out his whole body.
Right before the world turned black, one thought ran through his head.
What a beautiful pink color…
Arthur took a deep breath. He did it. He relived it. He never did find out why Alistar hurt him that way. Not that they saw each other much after that.
Arthur walked over to a spot on the wood floor and pushed the carpet aside with his toe. Sadly, he looked upon the stain left embedded in the floorboards.
A dark red stain mixed with white. The stain stayed as clear as the day it happened, never fading. Arthur never knew why. Maybe because of the crime, maybe because of the lingering feelings and memories. All he knew was it stayed.
It had become red and white wood.