He told himself that he could handle it. That he wouldn't let it affect him. That maybe if he closed his eyes, this would go away. That he wouldn't feel the disgusting man above him tainting him from the inside out. He told himself that he could ignore the mockingly tender voice in his ear, and the hands roaming his body. He told himself that there were no tears running down his face. That his body wasn't betraying him and responding to the man's foul touch. He told himself that those moans weren't his. That there wasn't a tightening in his stomach. He told himself that he didn't climax into that man's hand. That the man didn't come inside of him. He told himself that the sobbing was coming from somewhere else. He told himself this every time the man came. And every time that eye, that damned eye, would cause him to laugh bitterly through the tears. How ironic that the wielder of the Eye of Truth would lie to himself almost every day.
Just a quick drabble I did a few days ago. Feedback would be appreciated, and I'd love to hear your opinions on who you think the man was. Hope you enjoyed~