I Knew You Were Trouble

"Mommy, look! Can you get me those please? All my schoolmates have it!" a 12-year-old Alex yelled, pointing across the road at the BMX bicycles for sale beside an alleyway.

"No, Alex. C'mon, let's go over there." His mom walked away, expecting Alex to tag along with her. Knowing little Alex, he was stubborn and hard-headed. He just wanted to look at those awesome bikes.

So making sure his mom was pretty much absorbed in shopping at the Bazaar, looking left to right on the street to check that there were no cars passing by at the moment.

Practically leaping towards the street across, little Alex reached his destination. And he was mesmerized by the shiny bicycles before him, dying to graze is hands all over the black-painted metal. His skin was barely touching the cold masterpiece before a man, tall and lanky, his hair was black and looks like he was about 19-20 years old. Eyes are bloodshot, like a druggie, that is.

But little Alex hardly knew who this man was, but being a little kid, he was also oblivious, seeming to trust everyone around him.

"Hey, kid. You want that bike?" the man said, voice raspy and full of filthy intentions about the boy in front of him.

Little Alex nodded, happy that there was someone here to help him get a knowledge about these bikes.

The man steps forward, towering over Alex with a sly smile.
"Come inside kid, I'll teach you about these stuff, yeah?"

Once again, little Alex nodded, not knowing that his fate had been really cruel to him at this very moment. Unaware of the things this horrid man was about to do.

Since Alex was basically raised from a very conservative family and he doesn't have much friends in school to corrupt his brain, what happens next, he thought was normal. No, it's not. Because this filthy man could do so much to this innocent little kid. Do so much filthy things, inhumane, to this poor boy.

So this man leads Alex inside the shop, lights were flickering and the walls were covered in dirt and grease. Tools, much like a chainsaw, screwdrivers, hammers, nails and drills were hanged on the wall. Any normal person to walk inside this disheveled room would feel creeped out, feel like they were in a horror movie.

But little Alex, no. Little Alex was ecstatic to be in here! Thinking that he would truly learn about his interest at the moment. A little boy could be dead wrong. So wrong.

So when the man halts, he turned to lock the doors as he speaks, "You wanna learn kid? You gotta listen to anything I say."

The boy, once again, nodded like it could save his life.

"Anything."

As little Alex saunters around the room, just examining the things around him. He felt a hand on his shoulders, turning around to see the man, holding a rope and a cloth.

Alex just looks up at him, confused. That was when fate hit him on his bum. Destiny rips his head. And life crashed his whole being.

The man held Alex down as he tries to tie the poor boy down. "Stop struggling!" he managed to slap the boy on his cheek as Alex tries to scream, muffled by the white dirty cloth wrapped around his mouth. All the little boy did was cry and struggle like it would save his life. It won't.

Undressing the boy as he tries to tie the kid and keep him from struggling, the man laid a hand on Alex's innocent ass, sure to leave a burning hand print. "I said stop fucking struggling you fucking whore!"

Little Alex's innocence and purity was taken that day.

As the man finished tying the boy up, and fully undressing him. He decided that the boy's feet would keep kicking him away, tying it along with the boy's hands was far more convenient for the man. Keeping little Alex's legs apart with it. Easier access.

The man stepped away for a second, inwardly commending his filthy artwork. His creation. Abomination.

"I'll take it nice and slow, kid. Just give in to the pleasure." the man said as he pulled down his own sweatpants, his dick finally sprung free from its restrains.

And just like that, he forced himself inside Alex. Groaning.

As for the kid, he felt like he was gonna pass out the moment he felt the burn-stretch-burn on his lower half. He wasn't an idiot. He knows stuff, and he knows that this was borderline rape.

As the realization hit Alex, as a young kid. He did nothing but cry as the man on top of him was practically abusing his innocent hole. He intended to keep it that way.

For a kid to take in such a horrible pain, was just heart-wrecking. But for the man, he was just enjoying himself.

Letting himself 'get into the moment'.

Alex said something along the lines of 'Please stop." and "Help." But the man could care less. The boy could practically feel blood oozing out of his hole. And he could feel it. It was aching. It was painful. And all he wanted was for this situation to stop.

And it did. And when it did, he could feel something hot and gooey inside him. But all he did was cry a muffled cry. Unheard from the outside.

He wished he just listened to his mother. He wished he never wanted that bike. He wished he never followed the man. He wished he would've just stayed home. He wished...... for the first time in his twelve years of life. He wished he could just die now.

"See, that wasn't so bad wasn't it?" the man said, pulling himself out of Alex as he collected himself and pulled up his sweatpants.

"I'm gonna let you go now, and I swear to God if you ever tell anyone what I did. I'll fucking kill your family." he spat to the little boy.

Alex could only just nod. And he won't. He won't tell anyone about anything. He couldn't risk it. He can't.

"I'm watching you."

Those were the last words that Alex heard until he was released from his restrains. The last words he heard until he could move again. The last words he heard until he blacked out.

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Notes

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