Page 146 of Jagged Souls
I cry out as Sadist laughs, curling in on myself, wanting to be sick. I can’t do this. I won’t.
But the shaking tells me I will.
The pain in my heart that I can’t bear to carry anymore.
Just thinking about what Bear’s done has me wishing for a vial.
I need the pain to stop.
Ineedit to stop.
“I would never hurt a kid,” he says, and I want to claw at my own skin. I want to break my hands to stop myself from doing what I know I will. “We loved each other.”
“How old?” I demand, feeling my chest caving in.
I hate myself.
Don’t do this.
Stop it, Micha.
You’ll never come back from this.
I scratch at my thighs, feverish with addiction.
I need the high.
I need the escape.
I can feel thethingeating its way through me, can feel the absence of Rafiki.
Can feel my self-disgust and horror at what piece of shit I’ve become.
I can’t cope with this.
I can’t.
Sadist laughs. “What age do you think? There’s a reason we call him teddy Bear.”
Forty-Two
Nameless
Sobbing in disgust with myself, I push myself off Bear’s cock, then crawl off the bed. I want to cut out my voice box for the things I’ve told him to think about to get him hard. I never hated the fact that I’m small or my chest is practically flat, but I hate them now. I hateme.
His cum runs down my legs, and I want to scrub myself clean.
But I know it doesn’t matter how much I shower, I’ll never come back from what I did.
Desperate to escape this shame, I crawl across the floor to Sadist as he laughs at me. I kneel in front of him, my feet tucked under my ass, my mouth open like the whore I am.
The smell of pomegranates and chocolate wafts in front of my nose, but it never reaches my lips. There’s the sound of liquid being poured, and the sweet aroma grows stronger. A hand grabs the back of my head and yanks me forward. I don’t resist. I go eagerly. A dick is pushed against my mouth, and realizing the V is on it, I suck him deep. As his cock hits the back of my throat, I wish he would choke me with it. That I’ll die right here, right now. A terrible death for a terrible person.
I hate this monster I’ve become.
This dirty whore.
This broken, pathetic shell.
