“Fuck. You,” I manage shakily. “There’s no way I’m doing that.”
“You will, or Roman dies. Oh, and if you don’t do a good enough job? So will the kid.”
“Kid?” I ask, horrified, my stomach revolting at images that I do not want in my head.
She tosses her hair as she rolls her eyes. “He’s legal. Same age as when you were picked up. Let’s see what you learned from the mighty Il Padrone…”
My legs shake as I’m abruptly let go. There’s nowhere I can run in this place before they’d catch me. And, most importantly, I can’t have my friend’s death on my conscience. Nor can I rapesomeone. There are lines, and this one? It’s not one I can cross. Fuck. I don’t know what to do.
“There’s no way. Hell, I won’t even be able to get hard.” I try desperately to reroute her sinister plan, but when she draws out a needle, I know I’m even more fucked.
She uncaps the needle, taps it, and nods to one of the men, who grabs me and fucking rips the arm of my shirt damn near off. With vicious speed, she jabs the needle into my flesh, and pushes the plunger down.
“What the fuck did you do?” I whisper, horrified as heat hits me.
With a chuckle, she puts the cap back on the needle. “Oh, let’s just say, designer drugs bring in all sorts of money. This one? It’s supposed to make sex last…although, supposedly, people can get a little rough on it. Not my problem, although I’m sure the kid will have wished you got it up naturally. Don’t worry, this will look even better on the video. You should be thanking me for making it easier on you.”
“I will never thank you. You can’t make me do this,” I hiss, even as my skin flushes and a false sense of euphoria begins to build inside me.
“You’d rather me just kill the kid? I mean, it sounds harsh, but…”
I shake my head, confusion twisting around my thoughts, and I grind my teeth, trying to bring the world back into focus. But nothing is working, as everything is scattered. The moment I try to grasp onto a thought, it’s gone again.
“Shit, you may have given him a bit too much,” the man to my right mutters.
“Let’s get this show on the road then,” she snaps. One of the men grabs my face and forces me to stare at her. Speaking slowly, she instructs me, “You’re going to go into that room, and you’re going to fuck the man in there. When he cries about howhe doesn’t want it, you will laugh. Make me believe what you’re doing, or I’ll kill that innocent kid, and then I’ll make Roman wish he was dead. Here’s your chance to save a life. You just have to ruin it first. Oh, and I want to see him come…”
She steps back, the smirk never leaving her face as she gestures for the man to open the door. Shaking, I step forward, only to stop immediately, my stomach churning as nausea claws up my throat. There, strapped to the bed, is a naked young man, sobbing. The man behind me pushes me further into the room, and all I can do is pray I live through this. Although, fuck, I’m not actually sure if I want to. If I had the option right now, I’d slit my own throat before hurting an innocent.
Before I can question it further, Cecily’s sharp nails dig into my shoulder as she leans forward and whispers into my ear, “Remember, make it real. If you don’t, he dies, then Roman will wish he had. And it’ll all be your fault.”
Her hand lets go of my shoulder, but she slowly traces from my chest down to my cock. Sickening shame makes me want to curl up when I realize I’m fucking hard. Her laughter isn’t enough to deflate my hard-on, and fuck, I wonder what the hell was in that drug. She squeezes me through my pants before letting go. My skin fucking crawls, as I somehow become even hotter, and the need to fuck presses on my psyche.
The door slams closed, but I don’t look behind me to see if any of my captors have stayed to watch. Considering I can see the video camera in the corner, it doesn’t matter whether they’re here in person or not. What happens next will be there for everyone to see…
My poor Master. It’ll break him to see this, and he’s already broken. I can’t imagine Daddy giving me any hugs after watching me destroy another person’s life. The threads to my Owner may as well be cut as well. With everything Hollis has gone through, there’s no way he’d want to touch me after this. Fuck. If it wasonly my life at stake, it’d be an easy decision… Of course, the bitch wouldn’t leave me with a way out.
I take a deep breath and walk forward, forcing my face not to show the shattering of my heart. When I reach the bed, I look at the man splayed out like a sacrifice—and that’s all he really is in this. A pawn in whatever fucked up game Cecily is playing.
He’s beautiful, or at least I think he could be, if it wasn’t for his tear-stained face. His body is still trembling from the sobs, and the restraints have dug into his wrists and ankles. I desperately want to let him go, to bundle him in the blanket and take him far away from here.
Fuck. I struggle against the curses that want to spew forward as I shrug off my jacket and strip my shirt off, tossing them to the side. I slide off my pants and underwear, stepping out of them easily, since the fuckers already took my shoes. Likely to prevent an escape if I did magically get loose. But the bitch should know better, I’d walk over jagged glass to get away. Although…will I have anywhere to go after this?
I shake my head, pushing the thought from my mind. I can’t think about that right now. Or any of the ones I love. They don’t belong here in this Hell. I tuck their faces and my memories inside my heart, holding them as close as I dare, because while I can’t let them go completely, at least not before I’m forced to, I can’t accept them being here either.
I stand at the edge of the bed alone—the monster of the story, the villain. The one who, after this, will not deserve to live. But isn’t it better to save two lives, even when I have to destroy my own?
“We’re waiting.”
I jump, but don’t look back at the voice. Seems at least one of the men stayed inside the room with me. Fuck, the passing thought that I might be able to fake this is ruined. Giving in, Ikneel on the bed, struggling when the young man’s eyes flash to me, desperation pouring off him.
“Please. Please, don’t do this. I’ve…I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t even like men!”
I touch my heart, unable to bear this, but when the asshole behind me makes a disgruntled noise, I drop my hand onto the young man’s leg. As I stroke it gently, he jumps as much as he’s able to, which is barely at all with those brutal restraints.
“You’ll take me. You don’t have any other option,” I rasp out, trying to make it sound threatening, but knowing I fail. Fuck. I need to perform better, or he’ll end up dead anyway.
“I…I swear I haven’t done anything to deserve this,” he whimpers as he struggles, only hurting himself further.
