Chapter Four: Somebody Hates Me: It's All Downhill From Here
This chapter may be a bit too graphic for the kiddies, so cover their eyes, send them to bed, or throw them in the closet. Whatever it takes, just do it! Whee!
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And it continued as such until Ryan turned sixteen, beatings, burnings, and everything inbetween further scarring the grey eyed boy. Ryan had become a tall, lanky young man with a love for rodents and insects, these becoming his only friends in his short lifespan. He especially loved the flies; the little insects which satiated his hunger for blood when he ripped their wings from their tiny bodies and threw them aside, as his mother had done for many years. Ryan had become fully accustomed to the dark of night now, and the sunlight had truly, thanks to psychological trauma, become painful for him. He continued to rise at dusk under the odd claim that the sunlight was painful, and for Ryan, it truly was. He even, to protect his mother, blamed several of the burns on the 'scorching sunlight', and nobody questioned the strange young man who seemed to be nothing but a curse upon mankind.
Even when Ryan turned seventeen, he had yet to realize that his anger was building slowly but steadily within him, and that one day, he would surely be pushed over the edge by the horrific antics of his 'dear aunt Sophie' and her man-friend Jarod. One night, when Myra was out conducting business, Jarod came to the door. Ryan, now the housemaid, slowly ambled for the door, eyes, as always, locked onto the dingy wooden floor. Jarod, though, simply let himself in, the heavy door throwing Ryan to the ground. The instant Jarod shambled in, the smell of liquor overtook the room, and Ryan cringed as the stench overpowered his nostrils. He could tell that Jarod was exceedingly drunk, even more so than usual, the stumbling and the mumbling more than proof enough that Jarod was not in his right mind. Jarod peered down at the boy, who was too dizzied by the smell to lift himself to his feet, and sniggered openly, reaching down and grabbing Ryan by the hair and ever so rudely yanking him to his feet. Ryan, used to this kind of treatment by now, merely squeaked in response, biting hard into his lower lip until he could taste the sweet copper that was the flavor of his blood. He hadn't the courage to muster a glower at the large, drunken oaf, and simply stood there, hissing through his teeth when Jarod gave another yank, pulling Ryan's face within inches of his own. Ryan stared hard into the glazed green eyes of Jarod, who squinted at Ryan through unrecognizing eyes, only after a long moment of staring realizing who the boy was.
"Where's my wench?"
"I..uh...She's out.."
This being the first thing that came to his lips, Ryan winced as he realized he'd just lied to one of the most violent men in the city. Jarod took another long moment to process this, then growled at Ryan through clenched teeth. He was easily angered, and just as easily satisfied. Knowing all too well that he'd had a previous arrangement with Sophie, Jarod released Ryan's hair long enough to draw back one meaty hand and strike the boy's right cheek, hard. Ryan cried out this time, this bringing a lopsided grin to Jarod's face. Sophie, alerted by the sweet sound of the little brat crying out, peered around the corner from the tiny kitchen, and grinned devilishly when she saw Jarod abusing Ryan. Sophie slowly came up behind Ryan and slid an arm about his shoulders, tugging him close against her breasts.
"Boo."
Ryan swallowed hard, bracing himself to be struck again, and when the blow never came, he opened his eyes and turned to stare at Sophie. When he recognized that malicious grin, he swallowed again, and tried to pull himself away from Sophie; to perhaps retreat to his tiny room. Sophie's grip tightened, though, and from behind her back, she produced a thick coil of rope.
"I got a new idea."
Ryan's struggles grew frantic as Sophie roughly grabbed Ryan's arms and pulled them over his head, her nimble fingers working to quickly bind his wrists tightly. He screamed then, and tried to break away from Sophie, but Jarod, though drunk, managed to grab hold of Ryan's waist and threw him down onto the couch. Ryan hit his head on the wooden table next to the couch, and as bright spots of light filled his vision and pain began to throb where he'd landed, Sophie climbed atop him and began to quickly unbutton his already ragged pants. She all but tore them off of him, leaving the poor boy's lower half completely bare and exposed to the world, and Jarod, too drunk to realize what he was doing, followed Sophie's lead and viciously tore his own pants away, watching an Ryan struggled helplessly to free his wrists, which Sophie had busied herself in binding to the heavy table leg. Jarod snickered as the boy began to cry out all over again, and removed one of his socks, stuffing it maliciously into the boy's wide open mouth. His screams now muffled, Ryan began to kick and flail, arching his back and trying to sit up, failing in that he was now fully bound.
Jarod quickly removed his undergarments, and crawled onto the couch, grinding his hips and his now freed length against Ryan's virgin body. Ryan's struggled ceased for a moment, as he was completely mortified. He stared pleadingly at Sophie, who had begun to cackle and giggle like some kind of a maniac, and was practically in tears when Jarod thrust his hips forward, pushing himself into Ryan's tight ass. Ryan screamed violently against his gag, tears forming in his eyes as pain overtook his entire body; something tearing deep within him as Jarod pushed himself as far in as he could, and then slowly and agonizingly withdrew himself. Ryan began to sob as Jarod began to thrust violently into the boy, slowly but roughly, simply to draw out Ryan's agony. Jarod continued his slow and generous thrusts for a few more moments, before increasing the pace of his hips and thrusting all the more roughly into the innocent boy.
Sophie, meanwhile, was pointing and laughing, staring down into Ryan's tear-filled eyes with glee and nothing short of pure hatred for the young man. Ryan could only stare back into those eyes, her laughter filling his ears and his mind, tugging at his heartstrings and his insides, feeling himself slip further and further away from reality the harder Jarod pushed. He could no longer hear Jarod's muffled grunts and groans; only the high-pitched titter of Sophie's neverending stream of laughter. Finally, Jarod moaned loudly and released himself within Ryan, collapsing upon the boy and panting hard. Ryan, by now, had slipped away from his mind, staring blankly at Sophie, who was beside herself and out of breath from laughing so long and hard. Her face was tear-streaked and bright red, and Jarod was passed out, stone cold, upon Ryan, nearly crushing him with his weight. Ryan, after another few moments of feeling the swimming sensation in his head and the burning within his loins, let himself slip into darkness, losing consciousness and another piece of his sanity.