CHAPTER WARNINGS: This chapter will contain graphic sexual content/language, violence, and rape.
Chapter 5: Flashbacks
I stood in a dark alley. Everything was foggy; I could tell it was a dream. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a trashcan falling over. I realized that in this dream, I was younger. I was about twelve it seemed, or that's what my mind was telling me. 'This is exactly how I remember it…' I thought to myself.
"Hey kid. Don't you know how dangerous it is to walk the streets at night by yourself?" I heard a masculine voice say. I turned around with fear in my eyes.
'Wake up, wake up, please!' I yelled mentally. The man wore a hood, his peach colored hands reaching for me. I felt his harsh hands grip hold of me, throwing me against the wall. I tried to recall my fighting moves, but for some reason, I couldn't remember any.
'It's all playing out just like that night…' I thought as I tried to run from the man. As I ran, he grabbed hold of the back of my shirt and threw me down onto the ground. I fell face first into a puddle of rain water and I could feel pain beginning to get the better of my weak body.
'Please don't make me go through this again!' I yelled out in my head as the man laughed loudly.
"No one to save you now…" he said as he began to get on top of my back. I could feel my back, my rear, and my legs being exposed to the harsh winter air. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain entering inside of me. Something large was being forced into me. I knew what was happening this time, unlike the last. He was raping me.
"Ow!" I yelled out as he began to pump into me, steadily going faster and faster.
"Stop!" I yelled out. "Help me! Somebody, helllllpppp!!"
I then felt one of his callous hands covering my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up." He said harshly as he continued to humiliate me. All I could think about was my parents, wishing that they could be there for me, save me from this situation.
"You're so tight…just like the little boy you are…" I heard the man say as I screamed under his hand. I closed my eyes as he increased the rate of the sex, hurting me even more than before. The only thing I could do was cry, because there was no one to help and save me. I was doomed.
"Yeah, you little faggot…you like this shit don't you? You LIKE IT!" He yelled as he slammed my head against the ground.
'Please, wake up!' I yelled mentally in a desperate tone.
Then, the hooded man pulled himself out, slowly. I thought he was finished, but I should have known better. The man only turned me over to my back and forced himself back inside me. He thrust into me at a quicker pace this time, sending waves of shock and pain throughout my entire body. He continued to hold his hand down against my mouth, restraining my speech.
"I want you to call me master…" He said. "I'm going to let you speak, but you'd better say master, or else I'm gonna fuck you harder. Got it?"
I cried hysterically, being too afraid to say anything. But I knew I didn't want to be hurt anymore because what he was doing hurt enough. Slowly, he took his hand away from my mouth. "Say it…" he told me.
"M-master…" I muttered.
"Louder!" he yelled as he increased his pace. I yelled out in pain as he began to rub his hands roughly over my chest, violently squeezing my chest and nipples.
"Okay, okay! Master! Masteeeeeeerrrrr!" I yelled, practically begging him to calm down. Under his hood, I could see him smirking.
"That's it…" he said as he leaned forward and kissed me hard on my lips.
"Now…I want you to call me…daddy…" he demanded silently.
I was quiet at first, not wanting to say it. I felt so embarrassed and I was feeling so much pain. Reluctantly, I began to speak. "Dad…daddy…"
"Ooooohhhhh!! Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhh!!" he yelled as I felt a warm blast inside of me. I realized that I kind of enjoyed that last feeling, to the point of me becoming hard. Leaving his penis inside of me, he reached forward and began to fondle my small member.
"You gonna tell all your friends? You gonna tell your mommy?" he asked me in a humorous manner. I shook my head slowly. Then, I heard the sound of sirens coming closer.
"Shit!" the man yelled as he pulled out of me. I watched as he pulled up his pants and ran away. Shortly thereafter, a police officer ran up to me and lifted me in his arms.
"It's okay son, it's over now. We're here to help you." He said.
"Help you…help you…help you…" his last words echoed through my mind as I woke up on the bed. The bed was drenched in my sweat and I noticed that my boxers were covered in sperm. I looked over to see King, but I realized that he wasn't there. Suddenly, I started to cry, wishing that someone was there to help me. I always had this dream, it was what happened to me when I was younger. It's the source of the monster inside of me…and I've just about had enough.
