TW: This chapter contains mature themes and triggering content (sexual assault,abuse, violence). Read at your own discretion.
I drank seven beers. Empty bottles (not just mine) are scattered all around me, and I feel sick.
"Ah..."
They move Mike's body up and down on their penises. One after another, they enter him. Malachai keeps an eye on me, and when he does that thing with Mike, someone switches with him and another one watches me.
I look at it all with disgust and aversion, wondering what to do next.
***
I drank another three beers.
I regret coming here. Why did Mike have to text me? Why did he have to come here?
My eyes widened.
I got an erection in my pants, and it kept growing and growing. I started to panic and covered it with my sweatshirt so no one would see it. Probably from drinking too much beer.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I going to do?" I say out loud. What's happening to me?
"Jeremy..."
I raise my head. James is waiting at the door with a cigarette in his hand.
"Come here,"
I shake my head no. Let him leave me alone.
"Jeremy," James' voice was irritated and angry.
Fine, whatever. I got up, still covering my erection with my sweatshirt, which was now so big that it could be seen through the fabric. I couldn't stand on my feet and thought I was about to fall over. A few boogers flew out of my nose.
"Are you drunk?"
I heard someone's voice behind me, but I didn't pay any attention to that person, I walked straight to the door. I started crying, I don't even know why.
The road to my destination seemed long and distant, and just when I thought I was getting closer, I lost my mind and it didn't look like something I encounter every day. I'm usually a careful thinker, attentive to every detail of important matters, punctual and good. I never drank or smoked. I don't recognize myself at all.
"He's fucking drunk."
Another voice spoke up from behind.
"I... can't..."
I threw up on the floor. I saw blurry shapes caused by my crying.
I fell to the ground and started crawling toward the door, but my blurry vision didn't help me and only made the problem worse. I slapped myself, hoping that it would shake me awake and everything would be normal again.
"Jeremy, do you need help...?" It was Joshua's voice.
I turned my head toward him. He showed me my reflection in a small mirror, the first time I had seen my eyes. My hands were wet from crying, and my face was shining in the light, as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water on me.
"No, I'll be fine, I can do it..." I replied.
"Are you sure?" There was concern in Joshua's voice.
From all sides I heard strange moans, laughter, screaming, crying, something bouncing on the bed, a creaking bed, voices calling my name, something beeping, beers being opened, cigarettes being lit, doors opening, doors closing, footsteps, a bang against the wall.
I couldn't take it anymore. It's too loud in here. I was slowly going crazy, it was driving me nuts.
"Shut up, now!" I shouted. "I've had enough, you hear me!"
Someone grabbed my sweatshirt and lifted me up. It was James.
***
"What the fuck are you doing?" James yelled at me.
I was sitting outside with him, and he was trying to lecture me or shut me up (I don't know which, it amounts to the same thing). I want to go home and lock myself in my room and never leave for the rest of my life.
Why did this happen to Mike and me?
"So get a grip..."
"I'm going home," I interrupted him. "I'm going home, and you can't make me stay here."
There was silence between us.
James didn't say anything for about a minute, and neither did I.
"I'm going home," I slurred, alcohol-induced words spilling out of my mouth.
"You can't."
I laughed loudly. Maybe it was because I wasn't thinking straight and didn't understand everything that was going on, but part of me did. I was sure of one thing... I wasn't going to stay here another minute.
"What are you going to do then?" James exhaled smoke from his lungs and it filled my nostrils.
"What am I going to do... What do you think I'm going to do?!"
"Don't yell, you can do whatever whatever you want at home, but we're outside, so behave yourself..."
I punched him straight in the face. James took a few steps back from the force of the blow.
"You little..." He punched me in the face. "You're so ridiculous, you think this is funny?"
"Yeah..."
"Don't hit me again, you cunt."
laughed again.
"I've said my last words, I'm leaving here and going straight home..." I don't know if he understood me completely. Is this normal? It's my first time being drunk and I have no idea...
The corners of James's mouth turned up.
"Okay... before you leave, I want you to do something for me... two things, actually."
On the one hand, I was afraid of what he might mean, but on the other, it would be the only way to my freedom.
"First of all, what was that about Mike..."
"Excuse me?"
"Are you deaf? James pushed me against the wall of the house. "Why did you say I was going to fuck you on Halloween?"
I swallowed hard, I didn't know he would find out about it. I thought Mike wouldn't tell anyone, but why did he tell him?
"That's bullshit," I replied.
"I don't think so. Tell me the whole truth," he pulled out a knife and brought it close to my temple. "Are you going to keep lying?"
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you... just don't hurt me."
"We'll see."
I'm devastated that this has to come out, and what's more, you'll be the first person to know about it. Although it won't be anything new, and in truth, they've been joking about it the whole time.
"Because I... love Mike."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"I thought if I said that, he'd spend Halloween with me, away from you..."
"Then why did you use me as an excuse?"
Are you stupid? Can't he see what everyone else sees, or is he just pretending? Fucking bastard. Someone should do something about him immediately.
"Mike has a soft spot for you, but he's also afraid of you, that's why I wanted to use you, you pervert."
"Interesting..."
How much longer do I have to stay here? Let him let me go already. He didn't say anything. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it was colder than when I came here. I also had no idea what time it was.
"You wanted to get close to my Mike?" He ran the knife across my cheek.
"You're scum."
"Really?"
"All of you, without exception."
"Even Mike?"
"..."
James' gaze drifted down to my pants, where my penis stood at attention. I quickly covered it with my hands.
"Or maybe you really want to do it with me, Jeremy?"
I pushed him away. Vomit rose in my throat again, but at the last moment I covered my mouth with my hands and swallowed it.
"Never mind, time for the second favor."
"What is it?"
"If you want to go home so badly, you'll have to prove you're worth it," James walked away from me and picked up a brick from the ground. "Since it's Halloween and you want to be free, it requires a sacrifice, you know? You have to sacrifice someone for yourself, but are you capable of doing that?"
"I'm not going to kill anyone."
"I'm not talking about killing, you just have to hit Mike with the brick. Then it will be over and you can go home in peace," he put the brick in my hand. "So what's it going to be?"
I can't do that to Mike, what will he think of me then? He doesn't deserve it. I looked at James. I swung and the brick flew towards him. James dodged and the brick flew a few inches before him.
"You bitch, what do you think you're doing?" He punched me in the nose.
I fell down. My whole nose was bleeding, the hemorrhage was so profuse that it ran from my mouth onto my sweatshirt.
"Did you think you could screw me over?"
He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me inside the cabin. He threw me into the middle of the commotion. I saw that Malachai had his penis in Mike's mouth and Ryan in his butt.
They didn't remove his blindfold, so he was still unable to see anything.
"Someone has a mission to accomplish," James said.
The other three wondered what it could be. "Ryan, come here."
He did as he was told. He approached me. James grabbed my hands and Ryan sat next to him.
"We need to teach him something, pass me the rope."
They tied me up and put something in my mouth, some white paper that was sticky and wet, and it smelled awful. Something was wrong, I thought they were going to do something else to me, but they went over to Mike.
***
They took off my blindfold.
They told me to get out of bed, but I couldn't. My body was sore, and I felt like if I put too much pressure on my arms and legs, they would break.
James came over to me and carried me to the floor.
"Don't worry, it'll be over soon," he kissed me on the cheek.
I wasn't sure what he meant exactly and what was about to happen. I squeezed his sweatshirt, I don't know why, I wanted him to leave me but I also didn't want him to leave me on the floor. I wanted to go back to bed.
Malachai approached me with Joshua.
"Long time no see," Malachai said.
Joshua seemed slightly frightened and high, but he didn't look like the Joshua I knew before. It was as if someone had replaced him. He whispered something to me that scared me a little.
"I'm sorry for this."
Malachai entered me. I screamed at the same time Joshua put his cock in my mouth. I lifted my leg and kicked Malachai, but he didn't feel a thing, pulled up my shirt, and hit me. Tears streamed from my eyes as they thrust much harder than usual. I turned my gaze to James, who was finishing his cigarette while looking at me. Jeremy was lying next to the beer bottles, gagged.
Ryan came up from the side and kicked me.
"You're not crying enough," Ryan went over to the bottle and smashed it against the wall, small pieces of glass flying in all directions.
"What are you up to?" Joshua spoke up.
"I don't know," he ran up to me and picked up the first piece of glass lying next to him. "It might hurt a little," he cut a piece of skin on my stomach. The pain made me bite Joshua's penis, and he jumped back suddenly.
"Fuck!" Joshua shouted. "What the fuck are you doing?!"
Ryan didn't look at him, only at me.
"Please stop..." I stammered."Ryan... Ugh..."
"I can't hear you."
"Finish it... Ah... I'll do anything... just..."
"Liar," he smiled. He pulled his cock out of his pants and brought it close to my face. "Make me feel good and then I'll think about it."
I had no choice. I took it in my mouth. Malachai grabbed my penis and poked it back and forth. James looked like he was totally turned on by me, Joshua stepped aside, but his fly was still open, revealing his erection.
"You're so tight," Malachai licked my leg. Instantly, shadows surrounded me on all sides. I couldn't see anything except the four heads and their penises next to me. They grabbed my hands. James put his left hand on his cock and Joshua took my right hand, using my hands to pleasure themselves.
More tears poured from my eyes.
Ryan pushed deeper into my throat, Malachai deeper into my ass, and James and Joshua quickly moved my hands on their cocks.
"Fuck, can't you move your hands faster?" James complained, letting go of my hand. Joshua didn't say anything, neither did the other two. I could only hear strange grunts, moans of pleasure, and balls slapping against my hole.
"AAA!" Joshua came. His semen flew onto my stomach.
Ryan pulled his penis out of my mouth and came on my face. Some of his semen got in my eyes, and the rest splattered on my cheeks and nose.
"Feels good, doesn't it, Mike?" Ryan leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I didn't react much; I felt numb.
"Fuck, his ass is bleeding," Malachai looked at it with disgust, but he didn't stop thrusting in and out of me. "It looks nasty, and I don't have a condom on."
"Then cum quickly," Ryan urged him.
"You know."
Malachai moved even closer to me. I turned my head away from the sight. At that moment, I felt warm lips approaching my face. It was James. He kissed me right on the lips. Suddenly, his tongue moved toward my cheek, where there was semen, and it seemed to me that he took it into his mouth.
Then he went back to kissing me, and I could taste that disgusting semen, which made me feel sick.
Malachai pulled his cock out of me and aimed it at my body. After a moment, everything landed on me.
James was masturbating with his hand. I could see that he was also aiming straight at my body.
"AAA!" He moaned one last time, and I saw the semen hit my chest.
***
It wasn't long before the four of them started doing it to me again. Malachai stood by my head and hit me in the face with his penis. Ryan stood by my right hand and Joshua by my left, and they forced me to jerk them off with my hand.
"James, put it in deeper," Malachai said.
"I'll try." James hissed. "Relax, Mike... your favorite cock is inside you."
He got up slowly and stood in a squatting position, bringing my legs closer to my body, my knees near his face, and I could feel the earlier semen from all of them on my legs.
"You can see that he really likes it," Malachai moved his knees away and put his cock in my mouth. James and Malachai were pushing deeper and deeper into both sides at the same time. My face turned red, I thought they were going to tear me apart from the inside in a moment.
Bastards... I'll kill them someday, I swear, I'll kill them! I want them to suffer, I want to see them cry and look like they're about to die.
They pulled out at the same moment and forcibly changed positions. My back was on the floor, but my upper body was in a horizontal position, almost upright but not quite.
Malachai completely removed his pants and put them back on, as did James.
"He's got a tighter hole than Mary, you know that?" James said to everyone.
"I suspected as much," Malachai's indifferent words seemed to enrage James, and he slapped me on the butt and grabbed my hair.
Ryan began to pant heavily, followed by Joshua, and I knew they were about to come. My hands were slowly falling off.
"Huh... huh... huh..." All four of them were making strange moans.
They started screaming.
From four different sides, semen filled me and flew onto me with great intensity.
felt like a wreck. I fell to the floor, it was disgusting... all of it... the semen... I burst into tears
***
I had semen everywhere, all over my body. Most of it was on my face. I couldn't count how many times they had raped me, there were so many times that I couldn't think straight anymore. The worst part was that when they finished, after about a minute, they started all over again.
Ryan licked my nipples with his cock between my legs. James put it in my throat, Joshua and Malachai used my hands.
Ryan lifted his ass up and put his head between my legs.
"Ugh...!" I let out a short cry. Ryan's fingers were hitting my inner walls. I could feel my semen building up and I was about to shoot. I never want to feel that feeling again. Let it go away. I wish sex and other similar creations would disappear. I don't want semen building up inside my penis and...
"UGH...!" It shot up. The semen hit my lower abdomen.
"Mike, if you don't want it, why are you coming, you pervert?" Clear and loud laughter spread throughout the house.
James put his hands on my neck. He pushed his penis in and started choking me, while Malachai covered my nose. I hit his hands, my eyeballs rolled to the other side.
I'm about to pass out here. I had no access to the air that kept me alive.
"This finger thing is fucking boring, I prefer normal sex," Ryan took his fingers out of my ass.
"Then put your dick back in," Malachai was angry about something, I had no idea what it could be, I noticed that over the last few hours they had been showing different emotions, even the bad ones.
"Mike..." Malachai's words hit Ryan hard in the heart, and he listened to him. "How many times have I come inside you?"
Malachai allowed me to breathe through my nose.
"Fuck!" I felt liquid spreading in my throat and getting into my stomach.
"You're too slow, Ryan," Joshua remarked.
"Shut the fuck up," he sped up his hip movements. "Fuck, blood is pouring out again, what's wrong with his ass?"
"Wipe it up and be done with it," Malachai didn't even do that. I saw out of the corner of my eye that a large bloodstain remained on the floor and was soaked into it.
***
Malachai came in my mouth.
"What do you say now, bitch?"
Ryan approached my crotch, about to enter me, when James pushed him away and he fell down.
"Now it's my turn..."
"Put it somewhere else," James growled with a cigarette. "My balls are about to explode if I don't get it in."
Pissed off, Ryan went somewhere to the side, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette.
Joshua grabbed my head, but surprisingly, he didn't do anything. He just held my head still.
"I hope you missed me," James bit his lip as he carefully inserted his cock.
"Please... stop..." I grabbed his chest when I felt a tug on my walls. "James... fuck..." My erection grew again.
"Apparently you're begging for more, darling," he exhaled cigarette smoke.
"You sick... fucker..."
"Call me that more."
"You're the worst... what are you... Ugh..." He covered my mouth with his hand.
"We don't say words like that, ever."
I scratched his stomach, James just licked his lips looking at me, not even paying attention to where my nails were going.
"Finish it already..." I used the last of my strength to say those words. According to him, they were empty words with no meaning.
The semen shot up at a terribly slow pace, as if the whole world had stopped in one movement, and I just watched the sperm fall onto my neck.
"Fucking awesome," James' words were slow, like in a movie.
"Tell me who was your first."
"..."
"It was me," Malachai spoke up. "In my car."
James laughed mockingly.
"What's so funny?"
"Apparently, you don't know everything."
"What don't I know?"
James pulled out his cock and brought it closer to my mouth. "Open wide," he said. He rubbed his cock vigorously until finally his semen shot straight inside. "Oh fuck."
I was barely alive, unable to move freely or fight. I was a puppet with sawdust inside, which could be pulled out at any moment if someone felt like it and wanted to play.
I no longer existed. Mike no longer exists.
I am nobody.
Nobody.
***
I was still tied up and didn't know what to do with myself. I can see them putting the blindfold back on him, they've been doing literally everything to him for two hours. They take turns raping and abusing him and don't stop.
"Jeremy, do you still want to leave?"
James took the cloth away from me and threw it away. I nodded my head in the affirmative.
"Then you know what you have to do, right?"
"I won't hit Mike..."
"Your choice."
"..."
"Do you still want to see him like this?"
James is trying to figure something out, and I can see it. There's no reason for him not to say so and try to encourage me to do it.
"The boy has been suffering for too long, hasn't he?"
I nodded.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know..."
Joshua injects something into his arm. I look away. I really dislike syringes and intravenous injections; I always either fainted or panicked when someone did that to me. In addition, there are bruises, lots of huge bruises, and semen all over them, and on his face too... I'll be dreaming about this at night.
If I don't come up with something, he might not make it through the night and... die. After all this torture, it's impossible for him to come out healthy, let alone if he's facing more hours of abuse.
"And what will happen to him then?"
"Well, if you hit him too hard... death, if you hit him lightly, fainting, and I want the latter."
"Because?"
"Because I want to take him away from here."
"Where?"
"To my house, he'll be safer there."
"Safer? Safer?!"
"Don't fucking shout, I don't want them to hear."
"How can I trust you after all this shit? Are you fucking thinking?"
"You know, I'm not insisting that you believe me, but you should believe Mike. He's been suffering for too long, and I know they have much worse plans for him than what just happened, including electrocution and other stuff, so do you want to save him or not? Mike will be far away from them after we leave, and I'll write to you about how he's doing. He'll be in a much better position than before."
My heart was in my throat. Sweat was running down my forehead and fear gripped my spine. What if he's lying? What if it's just a trick?
"I can send you a picture of him washed, fresh, and half healthy," he touched my cheek. "What do you say?"
"..."
"So what's your final answer?"
I hesitated, still unable to believe any of his words, but... Mike. He can't suffer anymore.
"I'll do it."
"Good choice," he pinched my cheek. He pulled a knife from his pants. "Hands," he laughed.
Finally, I could feel comfort in my hands. They had been numb for an hour, and on top of that, they were freezing cold.
"I think this is yours," James handed me a brick.
I grabbed it and looked at Mike. He was trying to get up on his own. Ryan, Joshua, and Malachai left the house. Probably to smoke.
I lifted my legs and walked towards Mike. The weight of my guilt mingled with the horror that was building up as I thought about what I was about to do to him. Maybe I shouldn't do this?
Mike was sitting on his knees, semen dripping heavily from his body.
I looked at the brick and then at him. It took me a few seconds to do the same. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
Suddenly, I heard Mike sobbing. No, I shouldn't do this to him, no. I turned my head, James was watching it all with a stony expression. My leg was shaking and my jaw started to tremble.
"Fuck."
I swung and stopped halfway. I couldn't do it.
"Jeremy, they'll be back soon," James whispered.
I took three deep breaths.
"I'm sorry..."
I hit Mike on the back of the head. He immediately collapsed to the ground, now lying on his stomach. I quickly checked his pulse to see if I had hit him too hard.
I breathed a sigh of relief. His pulse was strong, and I was very happy.
"Jeremy."
I turned around. I froze. That bastard, that damn bastard was standing in front of me with a recording of me hitting Mike with a brick.
"You better not say anything about what happened here, Jeremy..."
"But..."
"Not a fucking word. Got it?"
"But..."
"Am I not speaking clearly? You won't say a word about what happened here, got it?"
The others came into the house and started asking a lot of questions about what had happened here and why I was so upset.
"Nothing, the party's over, we're going home," James said firmly.
"But what are you talking about..." Malachai was also in shock.
"The party's over, let's go home, now!" he shouted, but it wasn't an aggressive shout. It was the calmest he could muster.
James walked over to Mike, picked him up, and carried him straight to the car.
Everything seemed to happen so fast, I wasn't even able to fully react to the fact that James had tricked and used me, and now he had taken Mike away. I couldn't look at him, he didn't give me a chance to bandage him up, he just took him away.
Ryan was pissed off, Joshua was scared, and Malachai didn't understand what was going on.
I left the house and wanted to go up to James, but he had already driven away. He left us.
"What the fuck happened, Jeremy?" Ryan asks me. "Why did he take Mike, what the fuck is going on?"
I sighed. I didn't want to answer him, I was fed up with this fucked-up day.
I started walking, not looking back, straight ahead onto the lit road.
***
November 1, 7 a.m.
I'm lying in bed next to James. He's sleeping like a log, as if even a tornado passing through here wouldn't wake him up.
I don't remember anything from the last few hours. I remember having a conversation with James and then... darkness. I forgot what happened next, how I got here, and what else they did to me. I completely lost my memory.
My head hurts less and less, unlike other parts of my body (internal and external).
I turned toward James, who was sleeping on his side, facing me.
"What did you do to me?"
I reached out and put my hands on James' neck. I clenched my fingers around his skin and pressed down.
I wanted to kill him, it was the only way left for me and the only chance to survive. I'm flying to America with my mom and uncle soon, and I'll have a much happier life there than I had in Willow Hollow.
"Die."
Their deaths would make me extremely happy before my departure; it would be a pleasant surprise.
"Die."
I repeated.
The worst night of my life, I was just supposed to watch movies with my mom and have a nice Halloween, while...
"What are you doing?" James woke up and looked at my hands around his neck.