Page 85 of When We Fall: Part Two
Finally, he leaned in and brushed his lips along my jaw as he worked his way to my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you again,” he whispered, his hand moving to my cock.
I tried to jerk away from him, but there was nowhere to go. The fucking chair was bolted to the floor.
“I like it when you’re scared,” Everett laughed softly in my ear as he rubbed his hand over my dick. “I’ve waited so long for you,Sugar Daddy. So. Fucking. Long.”
He backed away, and I let out awhooshof air, my heart pounding. He nodded for the man in the room to come forward. The man made quick work of injecting me with something that burned my veins.
I cried out, the burn intensifying until it was a sweeping heat inside my body.
“It’s not nearly as good as what you’ve created,” Everett said softly. “But it has its uses. You’ll see.” He moved forward again and rubbed my dick through my pants.
I wasn’t myself. I knew that immediately. I felt disconnected. More like a zombie than ever before. I recognize this high. It wasmine. He’d taken my work and turned it into this… Frankenstein monster. Even my thoughts didn’t feel like mine.
I trembled and squeezed my eyes closed as Everett undid the button on my pants. As he pulled my zipper down.
“Tell me,” he continued softly. “How many of the horsemen have sucked this big cock?”
I blinked, unable to stop my mouth from opening.
“None.”
He chuckled. “Did you want them to?”
My body shook. This was a truth serum with some weird ability to fuck my head up. I wasn’t me. This wasn’t me…
“N-No,” I choked out. “We-We aren’t…”
He laughed at that.
“The drugs aren’t at a hundred percent yet. We’re working on making them more effective. Good thing we have you here to practice on, huh,Luka?”
I shuddered at the sound of my birthname.
“Look.” Everett nodded to his hand on my dick. I hadn’t even realized he’d freed me from my pants.
I stared down to see how hard I was.
“You grew such a pretty cock. So big. So thick.” Everett hummed happily before looking over my shoulder. He nodded his head, and the door creaked open, then slammed shut.
“Sorry. I wanted this next part to be just the two of us.”
“P-Please. Don’t,” I managed to say.
“My sweet Luka, I must,” he replied gently, going to his knees in front of me. “Our body betrays us sometimes, and that’s OK. Your cock is hard for me. That means it wants what’s to come. So I’m going to give it what it wants.”
“Don’t. Please don’t do this to me.” I wept softly, the drugs making my head a fucking ugly mess.
He stroked me gently. “I’m not doing anything to you that your body doesn’t want.”
I cried out as he sucked my cock into his mouth, my stomach rolling with a sickness so deep that I thought I might never escape it.
I tried to escape the moment. I focused on anything I could. A crack in the wall. The smell of the room. The screams from outside the door. My nails broke off as I dug them into the metal of the chair, as if holding on tighter would save me.
The blood. The blood from the ragged nails. The pain. God, the pain.
But nothing helped.
