I closed my eyes and waited.

Jack was sitting on top of me, taking off his shirt. I had to do something, I never liked to feel vulnerable and I also wouldn’t like to be fucking raped.

He was now kissing my neck, pulling my hair, as I was feeling a serious lack of air with my head buried on the pillow I finally allowed myself to panic.

“Why are you so nervous?” Jack asked me, leaving a trail of kisses along my back and reaching my pants.

Now that his attention was on my belt, I stretched my arm and tried to reach the little drawer on the table by the bed, my gun was there, it had to be there.

“What are you doing baby?” He noticed me, easily reaching the drawer and grabbing the gun.

I felt stupid while he played with it, shivering while Jack slid the cold metal along my back.

“Were you really going to shot me Alex?” He whispered in my ear, placing the object near my head. “Do you know how stupid this decision was?” He laughed, biting my earlobe hard.

Jack finished to take my pants and boxers off and, still with the gun on his hand, he took his own clothes off. I couldn’t move, I knew he would shot me if I tried to escape.

“On your knees.” His voice wasn’t soft, nor childlike, it was demanding, rough.

I could hardly get on my knees and he was already inside me.

No warning, no stretching, no lube. I just screamed and fell with my face on the pillow once more because it fucking hurt so bad. Jack only laughed and squeezed my ass with his cold hands. I could feel a hot liquid along my thights, I knew it was my blood.

I was hoping it would get better, it had to get better, he told me he would make me feel good, but it didn’t feel any good.

“That’s what you get for not being a good boy.” He said, catching his breath and moving his hips back and forth. It wasn’t getting better.

“J-Jack…” I tried to beg him to stop, but he slapped me before I could finish my sentence.

“I never said you could talk.” He whispered, laying his chest on my back.

He moved slowly. With one hand he would pinch my nipple while he ran his other hand along my hard dick. It was when it started to get better. I wanted him to go faster.

I never liked to feel that vulnerable, I never wanted to feel used, but Tay never made me feel so good as I was feeling now.

“Faster Jack.” I said, trying to raise my head from the pillow, but I couldn’t.

“Beg me.” He replied, same cold voice, suddenly stopping all he was doing.

“Please Jack.” I cried, how could he be so cruel?

“Tell me what you want Alex.” He said, scratching his teeth along my bare back.

“Please fuck me Jack…” I whispered. “Faster…” I finished my sentence almost breathless.

He did go faster, matching the movement of his hand with the movement of his hips. A few moments later I already felt like I was going to come, and I did.

I came first, and it took a little bit longer for me to feel the hot liquid filling me and a sweaty Jack collapsing on top of me.

I closed my eyes and wondered what time it was, and I also wondered how the fuck was I going to clean that bed.

“You should definitely clean that up.” Jack said, it looked like he could read my thoughts, while he got up.

I turned around and watched him walk towards the window. He put his pants on and lit up a cigarette, blowing smoke under the moonlight.

I got up, my entire body hurting, removed the sheets of the bed and grabbed my phone. It was almost time, Tay and the kids should be already returning home. I threw the dirty cloth in the washing machine and returned to the bedroom. Jack was still there, now all dressed up, staring at the sky.

“Now that you already raped me.” I laughed, moving closer to him. “Can we talk?” I said, keeping my distance.

“Alex..?” He said, turning around to face me, his eyes were shining, he was crying. “D-do you think I’m a monster?” He whispered, forcing a laugh.

For the first time he looked miserable, weak, like the ghosts from his past finally consumed him. I noticed it wasn’t only his tears that shinned under the moonlight, his hand also shinned, he held something, he was holding the gun and his hand trembled.

“Jack… Jack you’re nervous.” I said, trying to get the gun from his hand, but he pulled back.

“I asked you a question Alexander.” He whispered with a cold voice.

“…” I sighed. “Maybe I’m wrong Jack, but what you did to those people, it’s not normal, it’s sick… but I’m here to help you…” I started, without moving.

“You don’t understand, you cannot help me, nobody can.” He laughed, facing the sky once more. “I guess it’s time you know more about me Alex.”

Notes

Well, LOOK WHO'S BACK.
Yeah, it's me.
I wrote this shitty chapter just to say that I'm back and to beg forgiveness from my subscribers.
School is hell, I hate those people and I want to kill everyone and I'm angry and I wasn't able to write because my life is currently just studying, making plans to kill people I hate and not wanting to wake up so please understand me.
I PROMISE the next chapter won't take so long to come and I'll probably write a sequel for Thanks To You, but I need ideas.
I hope you guys still read this and PLEASE FUCKING COMMENT AND LET ME LOVE YOU BECAUSE I NEED TO KNOW YOU'RE ALIVE.
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