ADAM

 

I can tell you now, that I was bleeding. I felt the leather stripping the skin off my back. My hands were on the wall, where Sergei had told me to place them. With every strike, I felt at risk of passing out. The screams that escaped my throat were chaotic. Every time he paused, I would pray that it was the last time, but he never did. He kept going, turning the thrashing into torture. I think I might have passed out because I was on the floor on my face and my face was bloody from a nosebleed.

They pulled me off the floor, and dragged me to the low dark wood coffee table. They forced me back onto ta my knees. I looked up and Sergei was standing there, towering above me. He grabbed my hair and forced my head still. “Did you really think you could win?”

He was right.

It was foolish of me to think that I could keep resisting. "The human body is fragile,” Sergei said. “Easily broken. It’s a wonder you made it this far with all that your insane mother put you through.” He placed a hand underneath my chin and lifted it up. “She wanted me to beat you. She wanted me to pay for you, before you could even hold my hand with your tiny fingers.”

“That never happened. She would never do that to her own child.”

Sergei removed his hand and this time he spoke with even more conviction. “The day I came to the house to give you groceries,” he said. “Do you remember?”

“What difference does it make?”

“You don’t think the house was conveniently empty for me to do whatever I wanted?”

“I know you’re just trying to mess with my head.”

“She sold you to me, kid.” I didn’t even know how to protest anymore. “I was trying to protect you. So, you won’t have to look for a place to be, so you wouldn’t feel abandoned. I thought you’d have a clue. But you’re too stupid to function. Even now, you keep fighting. For what? An imaginary life with some guy whose future isn’t even certain? But you think you love him, because he’s younger and hotter. You need to get your priorities straight.”

“This is you taking care of me?” I choked up on the words.

“Adam, you don’t feed the hand that bites you. And I’ve been bitten a bunch of times. I’m not going to stand around and wait for you. I don’t give a shit. Plenty of fish in the sea. Plenty of twinks wanting to make me happy, because I have money and power. The two things you’ve always needed but never had.”

My head was spinning. My legs were cramping, and I couldn’t keep kneeling without having to fix my posture every few seconds. “You know what I do want from you?” He gestured to his crotch. “I want release.”

I refused to acknowledge him. I didn’t have to think about it. He pulled me up and grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited,” he said. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” He kissed me forcibly. “Marcus,” he said. “You ready to kick it up a notch?”

“Nothing would please me more,” Marcus said.

The look in Sergei’s eyes was more lust than anything else. “And don’t worry,” he said. “I let you go the last time because I was trying to be a decent human being, but you’ve proven repeatedly, that you don’t deserve it. This time, I don’t give a shit about consent. And neither will they!”

I was forced out of my clothes. I was dragged on top of the dark wood table, and forced to lie still while their hands touched me everywhere. Witton went first. I squeezed my eyes shut at the shame and humiliation. And then came the pain. Sharp and relentless and I must have begged a million times, but I couldn’t stop them. I was so frightened I kept still, so I wouldn’t get hurt worse, but I wasn’t sure there was a worse.

I was close to passing out when he finally got off.

Sergei was drunk, and I heard the slightly slurred words. He grabbed my hair and forced me to look up. “I wish I’d done this sooner,” he said. “Didn’t realize how exciting that was, watching you be reduced to this creature. I want my cock so far up your ass you bleed to death. And then I want to watch you take your last breath on this table.”

I heard Ian’s worried voice. “Mr. Troy, Rho Bennett is here to see you,” his tone was anxious, “what do I tell him?” I felt Sergei let go of his grip.

Rho.

Even in my messed-up state, I heard his name.

I felt a tiny bit of hope. I could still be saved, if there was something to be saved that is, because it didn’t seem possible anymore.

Sergei was the first to speak up. “Is this Bennett guy going to be a problem, Marcus? Because I could easily solve it for you.”

I hated the way he was talking. If something happened to Rho, I would die.

There would be nothing left for me in this world.

“Rho’s a necessity,” Marcus said. “I have that guy in the palm of my hand. I know how to control him. I’m sure there’s a valid reason for his visit.”

“Come on people,” Marcus said before leaving. “I told you there’s nothing to worry about. I’m handling it. But we are here to be entertained! I should be back momentarily.”

Saying that Marcus left.

“So, where were we?” Sergei said.

“You were telling us what you want to do with him,” Witton said.

“Right,” I felt Sergei’s hand going over my back, making the wounds from the thrashing hurt worse. “You’re not worth the trouble I’d get killing you, and besides, it’s a lot more fun watching you suffer! If you were dead, where would I go for entertainment?”

“Sergei, please...” my throat was raw from screaming and begging but I couldn’t help but hope maybe he wouldn’t go through with it. I was in tears. “Please…!”

But when his hand went lower the hope was gone. Don’t fucking touch me! “You don’t know what you are,” he said. “You don’t understand your power. We could have been powerful together…” His voice turned hoarse and I felt him getting on top, his weight pushing me unto the table, and I tried to break free, but he twisted my arms behind my back in a way that risked dislocating it. I could feel him, hard, on the back of my thighs. I started to freak out this time, worse than before. “Please, Sergei—”

My words were cut off by more of the same sharp pain that I felt before. Only this time it was pure torture and I screamed. He didn’t wait, he didn’t stop, he kept going faster and harder and I couldn’t even scream anymore, because I was having trouble breathing.

“Fuck,” Sergei exclaimed. “I’m glad I didn’t kill you!”