Page 48 of Ashes to Ash’s

“Baby, breathe, come on, just one deep breath and you’ll feel better.”

It wasn’t working, and a quick glance up to the camera told me that we’d missed the window for moving anyway. Thinking fast, I shoved Cal against the wall, and slid my hand down the front of his jeans, grasping his cock and tightening my grip around the flaccid length. A shudder shot through him, as his breath caught in his throat and his gaze sharpened on mine. He spun us fast, slamming me against the wall instead, and devouring my mouth as I stroked his rapidly hardening cock. Holy fuck, it was hot as hell being under his control. Who knew he had this side in him, right?

“You’ll pay for that later, Ash. I’m done being anyone’s fucking pussy, you included.” He bit down on my bottom lip, sending a ripple of delicious pain right to my fucking cock as he drew blood. He reached up and dragged his thumb over my throbbing lip and smirked at me.

“Much better. My bloodthirsty little whore needs to look the part.”

He glanced up and then dragged my hand out of his pants, encouraging us both to run while we could, before the camera aimed back towards the path again. We reached Ethan and Blaze, who were waiting impatiently by the door, arguing over who’d get to kick it in, and they both rolled their eyes as we joined them.

“No prizes for guessing what those two were doing. Can you wait until we’re all covered in blood before you get it on? Then I’ll be done and can leave,” Ethan said, backing up to kick the door in.

“Whoa! Ethan, just a minute.” Cal tried the handle and it opened, while we all stared in shock, because why the fuck did this place pretend to be secure, when it really wasn’t. A high fence, and one camera were not fortress standard.

“Seriously? This fucker’s just asking to be robbed or something.”

Cal shrugged as he stepped into the dark kitchen. “He believes that God will protect his children, hence the poor security. The camera was my idea back when I lived here. I suggested putting them all the way around, but who listens to a sad little gay boy, right?”

I growled and shoved ahead of him, on my last fucking nerve with this asshole and his bigotry. What chance had Cal even had, when he was faced with this shit?

“Gonna show him what a fucking gay boy looks like.”

Cal

When we came face to face with my uncle, it didn’t go the way we’d planned or expected. He was sitting in the large communal space, with two others, and they were not having a meeting or even a basic human conversation. No. A makeshift bed was set up in the room, as there had been for me, and a barely coherent kid lay on it, blinking woozily at the woman stripping off beside him. Jesus fuck, they were doing that shit right now.

“You sick cunt,” Ash cursed out, rushing across the room to shove the woman away from the boy, as Ethan and Blaze headed for my uncle. They grabbed him as he lurched up from his throne of depravity, and each took a turn to punch him in the face before they knocked him to the floor, and Blaze produced a knife, which he held at his throat.

I approached the drugged kid, and crouched beside the bed, watching as he looked around him in a daze. Poor thing had no idea what was going on, and disturbingly, he looked even younger than I’d been. I stood up, pulling the covers up, and tucking them around him, as I turned to glare at the two rapists in the room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you people?” My uncle’s head lifted at the sound of my voice and he smiled, he actually smiled like he thought my presence was a good thing. Like it’d save his worthless fucking life.

“Ah my boy, we’ve missed you here.”

Ash finished using the bitch’s clothes to tie her up, and shoved her on her side, before he stormed across the room and kicked Uncle Gordon right in the face.

“Don’t you fucking talk to him like he’s yours, you pathetic twisted asshole! He’s mine!” Yeah, because that’s the important part right now. I rolled my eyes, turning to the kid again. He looked like a young version of me. His hair a soft red, and cut military short, as Gordon’s people liked to do to poor wayward kids.

“Hey, my name’s Cal. We’re gonna get you out of here. Bet your mum and dad miss you.”

A tear rolled down the boy’s cheek, and he shook his head, making it loll a little on his shoulders.

“Don’t… want me… alone…” Another tear followed the first, and I turned to look at Ash, horror filling me at this poor broken soul we’d maybe not rescued in the nick of time after all. He turned and kicked my uncle in the stomach this time.

“How. Old. Is. The. Fucking. Kid?”

The woman started to sob, but none of us paid attention to her.

“How OLD?!” Blaze roared, dragging the blade down uncle’s cheek, leaving a jagged cut that immediately began to drip with blood.

“Oh cool, can I do the other side?” Ethan reached for the knife, and Blaze glared at him.

“You didn’t bring your own fucking knife, Ethan? Did you listen to nothing I said? This one’s mine.”

They were all freaks, but I was starting to realise that everyone was a freak one way or another, and at least these two weren’t trying to rape a fucking kid.

I turned back to the boy. “How old are you, mate?”

He slumped on the bed, as the drugs seemed to kick in more intensely, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Fuck. He was out cold. I reached down to check his pulse, and breathing, and he seemed okay for the moment.