I only stopped crying, because there were no more tears left. I had run out. Just like I had run out of strength or energy to fight. I was giving up. I had been tied, beaten and now thrown to a floor in the past hour…maybe day, and it had finally worn me out. My hands were tied in the back, my legs bound at the knees and ankles. I had tape over my mouth again, equally as tight as it was before, and now, also, my eyes were covered by some rag, or bandana. It was red, I saw it before it went over my eyes and tied behind my head. I was in some pain, only because when I was taken from my home, with my fiancée in the basement tied up and probably getting beat, I started to fight. I was put in the back of a slick four door car with Louis, while Henry got in the front and drove off. I screamed and yelled, hoping my neighbors, anyone, would hear but no one did. And when I was tossed into the back seat, I still tried to fight Louis. I even tried to open the door closest to me. But he was faster…and so much stronger. He grabbed around my neck and turned me to face him. He shoved me hard into the door behind me and I hit my head, and my upper back hard onto the door. While he squeezed my throat he continued to push me into that door making the pain shift from my head and back, to my neck where his fingers were digging into. I tried still to get his hand off me, and to just get away from me but I blacked out. He managed to squeeze every ounce of oxygen out of my and I passed out. I woke up, tied to a bed again. Except this time my hands were tied separately and both my legs were tied, also to the bed posts like my hands. I screamed and I thrashed around as I best as I could just so I was heard, and it worked. Louis came in. With a gun. He put it to my head and threatened my life. After, he told me he hated hurting me and putting a gun to my head, but I needed to learn and I needed to be obedient. Well that was just not going to happen. I screamed again. I was hit. Hard, right on the mouth. My lip instantly started bleeding. I cried out a little and turned my head away from him but that only lasted for so long. My head was yanked back to face Louis, and his now exposed dick. His pants were down and he was rubbing himself while putting the same gun to my head. He gave me specific instructions. I was to open my mouth, not bite, and suck like the good little boy I am. I screamed and yelled again crying still which got me another smack to my mouth. And then he shoved his dick inside my mouth and forced me to give him a blow job. It was disgusting, because the blood was basically the only lubricant I had. And he wasn't small, which made the whole experience worse. But it didn't stop there. The torture and the suffering only intensified. After being sexually forced to do something by a man who continued to tell me he loved me and didn't want to hurt me…he untied me from the bed and threw me into the shower, to "Clean me up" because I looked disgusting. He stripped me completely down to my birthday suit and tossed me under freezing water. He lathered me in soap from head to toe and made me sit under the water, even after he ran his hands all over my body. I think that was when I really gave up. When he kept me under the water freezing me down to my soul. I was shivering and shaking and when he pulled me out of the shower not even bothering with a towel, I saw myself in the mirror and felt like crying. My lips were blue, all the color was drained form my face and I had Goosebumps covering my body. And that's how I ended up here. Well after being tossed around and hit every now and then. It was part of my "numbing" process which Louis kept saying. He assured me, all the pain and torture would be for the better. He didn't want me to fight, and argue, and this was how he was going to do it. He was going to break me down so hard, I didn't have the will to fight. Well, I was just about there.
The sound of the door opening had no effect on me. I wasn't effected nor was I concerned with who it was. I know it was going to be Louis. I know he was going to come to me, beat me, do whatever he pleased. And I wasn't going to be able to stop him. The hand on my head, also didn't affect me. A few soft fingertips ran through my hair and a soft sigh cascaded around my face. I clenched up but only because I felt a shiver run up through my spin. I heard something, perhaps a plate get set down beside me, but didn't move an inch. "Logie baby…" I bit down on the inside of my right cheek and groaned quietly. "You need to eat something. I made you a special dinner." I remained unmoved and didn't make another noise. "I know it seems hard, and it seems like this is hell but I promise you, it will be for the better. So just get on up, eat some food, and I'll show you how much I actually adore you." I kept down clenching both my fists together, so hard, my knuckles were probably white. "Okay…it seems you haven't learned a thing." I was grabbed, hard, on my upper right arm and forced to sit up. My body was completely bare still and even a little wet, and I wasn't on anything soft, or warm. I was on concrete. It was cold, on top of the cold around my body form the water. As soon as I was sitting directly on my butt, the bandana around my eyes was ripped off and I was forced to look into the eyes of the man I would hate for the rest of my life. He had a sick smile on his face, and something weird written in his eyes. If I had my doubts before, I believed it now. He was absolutely insane. "Look…cheese pizza. Your favorite." I lazily blinked and shamelessly let my stomach growl. I was hungry. The last thing I remember eating was an omelet Kendall made me the morning after he kissed me. And who knew how long ago that was. "Okay…I'm going to take this tape off your mouth so you can eat, and you have to promise me you won't yell or scream. Promise me?" I nodded slowly and looked over his face. He looked sincere. He looked like he was in love. It made me sick. But I was hungry. "Good sweet baby boy." I closed my eyes softly and put my head down as his hands went to work on taking the strong tight tape off my face. It yanked on my skin and hair a little, but it wasn't as bad as anything else I've been through. When the tape was off completely I raised my head slowly and breathed out through my mouth calmly. I shivered a little and watched as he grabbed a slice of pizza off a plate near him.
"Can…" I stopped when he turned to me fast and swallowed hard. "I'm…cold." He dropped the pizza fast and set his hands on my face. I jerked a little but it went unnoticed.
"I am so sorry Logan. Let me get you a blanket. And I'll get some candles in here and turn up the heat okay?" I nodded softly and he grabbed a phone from his pants pocket. He put it to his ear after doing something fast and cupped my cheek as he waited quietly. "Henry…can you turn up the heat for me? And bring me a big, warm blanket, the biggest we have and some candles? Thank you baby." I closed my eyes again and tried to push my face away from his hand but his other hand came up and held me softly. "I hope you aren't too mad at me for everything that's happened. I have never wanted to hurt you, you know that." I nodded again heard him move around me. "I just know when love is real, and baby…the first day I saw you, I knew I loved you, and I knew you loved me." I opened my eyes fast and locked eyes with him. He grinned big and moved in closer to me. "I also know James was just a ploy so you didn't show how much you actually did love me." Hearing it, snapped something in my head. I shoved him away with my bounds hands as hard as I could and stood myself up. I didn't get far. Louis was standing just as fast as I was and grabbed my arm. He pulled me back into him hard and again put a hand around my throat. He squeezed and he pushed into my wind pipe hard. "I guess you didn't learn. Do I have to brand it onto your body Logan?! Huh?! When will you learn that you are mine, and only mine! What will it take?!" I struggled and wigged in his arms trying my hardest to get away from him. He only squeezed harder on my throat. "You need to learn your fucking lesson the hard way. I was going to wait. But you pushed my fucking buttons and now you are going to fucking pay." We started walking fast I of course putting up a fight like usual. If he wasn't careful, I was going to black out again, and I would be useless to him. Unless that was his plan.
He forced me out of a room that was literally chained shut. I recognized the house as Louis's and groaned quietly closing my eyes and letting my body go limp. It didn't bother him, as he just wrapped both arms around my waist, letting my neck go, and picked me up. I coughed out quietly and laid my head back and turned it watching the house go by me. I spotted Henry who had a blanket in his hands and a few thin, long candles. I opened my mouth and wanted to scream at him to help me, but he had an evil almost grin on his face. I closed my mouth and groaned again feeling him walking us upstairs. He was taking me somewhere, to do God knows what to me. In this moment, the only thing I could think of, was James. I missed being touched softly and I missed how when he did touch me, he did it so he knew he loved me. Every sound he made, every word he spoke was out of love. He has never done a thing to harm me. He's loved me since the day he met me. And I have loved him just as much. And now here we are. Well…here I am. In the arms of a lunatic who says loves me, but throws me around like a rag doll.
I was thrown, literally thrown onto the bed, in a huge room. Probably the master bedroom, his room. I turned fast, so I was on my back and his hands were on me once again. One hand covered my mouth, squeezing it hard. His other hand shoved my right leg up bending it at the knee, pressing it into my body. I raised my hands and pushed onto his chest, but didn't get far, as my hands were tied tight in front of me. He let my mouth go fast to grab my other leg and also press it into my body. When one of his hands stayed on the back of my legs and his other hand went down to his pants, I started to understand. I could only do one thing, and that was scream. I yelled, at the very top of my lungs. I heard help me, slip out in my scream but it was cut off very quickly. I couldn't believe in the short amount of time since he's thrown me on the bed, and forced my legs up and open, how quick he was to pull his penis out of his pants. Feeling it get shoved and forced into me, made something turn off in my head. I had given up a little in the beginning because it felt hopeless but now it was completely soul changing. I had never thought in my entire life, I would ever be that guy to let something like this happen to. Although I wasn't screaming anymore, I was crying. I was crying my eyes out, but without making a single noise. He let my legs go, when he realized I wasn't going to fight, and with his hands free, it gave him a chance to put his hands on my sides and pull me a little closer to the edge so he had better leverage to force himself inside me. My legs were numb and limp. They just hung around his body and while a stronger version of me would have used my legs to kick him away, I couldn't muster up enough strength to do such a thing. And even thought my hands were tied in the front of me, and they could have done some damage if I swung them hard enough, they also stayed down on my chest. My head fell to the right, gently as the tears poured out. I stared at the open door that could possibly lead to my freedom hoping, wishing, but knowing no one was going to be able to save me. I again, thought of James. But he left my head just as quickly as he entered. Because another man was forcing himself on me and because of that, I was never going to be good enough for James again.
Okay I just want to say…I love how worried you guys were about Romeo! That is why I put him in the end of the last chapter…so you guys know he's safe and okay. Because confession time…every time I watch a scary movie, and a animal, Dog, Cat, Horse, is involved I stress. I hate watching a movie that shows an animal being hurt or anything like that, so I not only had to make you guys feel better about Romeo, I did it for myself too. Just a little F.Y.I. Also uhm…I am so sorry about this chapter. It was actually kind of hard to write. Literally, I wrote all day yesterday as much as I could, and just finished it up now so…yeah. As always review if you wish!