Mature Warning!!!
"You're a little cock whore, aren't you?" The man says shoving his dick deeper into my mouth causing me to gag slightly. Tears fall from my eyes but I nod my head in agreement. Who knows what he'd do if I didn't agree with him, "yea, you like sucking my big cock?"
I wanted to puke out his dick as I hear his words. However the phantom of a knife slices my stomach and I again simply nod. I continue sucking him with fear racing through me. I needed to please him.
A growl comes from deep into his throat and he pushes me back, "you worthless whore! The only thing you're good for is sucking cock! And now you can't even do that!"
I begin hyperventilating as I see him walk out the room. I had to finish him. He had to come. He comes back with a knife and I shake in fear. I was terrified. I needed to finish him. My heart starts pounding out of my chest. He needs to come.
He walks towards me with a smirk and I almost cry out but I know that would only make it worse. So I simply stay still as tears fall from my eyes and I shake violently. When he gets close enough I try to blindly reach for his dick but he slaps my hand away with the kitchen knife and glares at me.
"You had you're chance," he says as his maniacal grin returns, "now you need to be punished!"
I sit straight up drenched in sweat. My breaths come out labored and I am shaking. I couldn't breath. The familiar feeling of fear rushing through me like a tidal wave.
A nightmare. Or more like a memory. This ruins my timer. I'll have to find someone sooner. A shiver of fear rushes through me at the thought of not finding someone and I stand up quickly.
I look around and remember the three handsome guys from last night and my breathing calms down a little more. I briefly wondered what time it was as I wave the front of my sweat covered T-shirt. Anxiety was clawing at my back and I almost wanted to cry. I would have to find someone soon.
I didn't get the nightmare that much anymore. Mostly because I rarely sleep long enough to get one but last night ruined my schedule. It's early in the morning and I already need to do it. That's means I'll have to find another person later tonight if I start getting anxious.
I open the door to the room and immediately smell weed. It wasn't very strong. A faint smell. However it's oddly comforting as I remember last nights events. I walk out awkwardly. Fear almost pulling me back inside the room.
I jump as a door way is opened and look to see Ginna walking out of it with ripped jeans and a crop top. She looks at me and her eyes light up brightly.
"Hey Aron!" She says pretty loudly and I nod at her with a smile. I breath in deeply trying to calm down.
"Good morning," I respond with a slight shake at the end. She gives me a curious look before shrugging her shoulders.
"Morning, well I gotta go or I'll be late for school, I'm really thankful for what you did. I know it takes a loud to help someone in that sort of situation," she says nearly mumbling by the end of it.
I sigh, "there's no need to thank me, just take better care of yourself. The world is a fucked up place."
She just smiles sadly at me and begins walking past me with a pat on the shoulder, "thank you."
Then she's gone. I sigh in what I could only describe as relief before realizing that I had no clue where the bathroom was. Or even where the guys were. Fear once again starts pulling at my shirt trying to get me back in the room and I decide listen to it. I was going home.
I walk in the room and slip of the basketball shorts. Folding them up and setting them neatly on the bed that I straighten up. I then slip my jeans back on and grab my jacket. I go back out the door and start on my way down stairs shaking.
However I run straight into Matt as he starts walking up it and we fall down the last couple steps. I manage to flip us though so I'm the one who takes the brunt of the fall.
I groan loudly as my back lands against the floor and Matt slams into me. I hear rushing footsteps and look to the living room entrance to see Cedric and Dean coming towards us. They help Matt off of me and then precede to help me up. I just groan again when I'm off the floor.
"Are you okay?" Matt asks me once he's steady. I shake slightly with anxiety and nod my head a little to quickly, then I close my eyes and take a deep breath before nodding again slower.
"Uh- yes," I say shakily, "sorry yes I am, are you?"
I shuffle my feet anxiously and he looks at me with wide eyes, "yea I'm good, you took my place. Are you...?"
Cedric and Dean also look at me. And their eyes widen as well as they take in my anxious state. I try to calm down and hardly succeed so instead shake my head.
"I'm okay, I'm actually gonna go, thank you for what you did last night," I answer quickly breathing in deeply. Dean narrows his eyes at me and Cedric looks at me confused.
"I thought you said it would last until at least the afternoon? It's only like 8," Cedric says tilting his head to the side and I groan again. This early and I already needed it?
"Don't worry about it," I say and start inching towards the door, "I will be taking your shirt, since you took mine but I return it some other time. Or now that it's touched me, I'll get you a new one."
I nod and turn towards the door but Matt is already standing in front of it guard style and twitch anxiously scratching my arm. I glance back at the other two and then back at Matt.
"Um?" I say questioningly.
"Come sit down for a bit," Cedric finally says grabbing my arm and pulling my past Dean. I gasp but follow and am gently pushed onto my previous seat on the couch.
"Do you need to go find someone?" Matt says with an angry face and I look down. I'm such a whore. My back slightly burns at the thought and I sigh.
"I still have a little time before I freak out," I croaked slightly. I look at the entrance to the living room and wonder if I should try to escape again. I start bouncing my leg anxiously and scratching at my arm again as images from my dream flash across my mind. Whore.
"Does it have to be a different person each time?" Dean asks in a gruff voice and I see him take a drink of water.
"No remember he said he tried to have a boyfriend but the guy didn't wanna help everyday," Cedric responds for me and I go to say something but am cut of by Matt tossing me something.
I fumble anxiously but catch the thin cigarette and almost sigh in relief, "thank you."
I didn't have a lighter and Cedric seems to realize this so he lights the end for me only momentarily getting lost in the flame of the fire. He seemed to get quite enamored but it but I didn't have any right to judge him on something like that.
I breath in deeply almost moaning at the menthol taste. It was comforting. It made me feel slightly better. I even stop scratching my arm from nerves. Matt lights a cigarette for himself and also takes a few hits.
Cedric pushes an ash tray closer to me and I smile at him. It was weirdly comfortable around them.
Matt sighs and shakes his head, "I'm a mess."
"I think we all are," Dean answers with a smile and Matt looks at him with surprise. Cedric nods his head. I shuffle my feet once again, as I think about who I'll find.
I was still pretty sweaty and I desperately wanted to scrub my skin so I stand up abruptly, "um I'll leave now, I gotta shower and then- yea."
"Oh wait! Why don't you shower here?" Matt says but I'm already shaking my head.
"I don't wanna intrude anymore than I already have," I say and go to walk past Cedric and sigh as his leg goes up to block me, "Cedric I have to go."
"It's Ced, sit down," he says with a smirk. I shiver at his dominant tone and roll out my shoulders as I sit back down. Rubbing my arm roughly, "we had a talk last night. About all this."
My breath hitches as I stare at Cedric and nod. My body felt stiff and I begin rubbing my shoulder with a soft groan.
"Before that, why don't you shower," Matt says with a smile and stands up and running out of the room.
I open my mouth to say something but Dean interrupts me, "don't."
He gives me a long hard stare and I fidget in my seat until I nod quickly. His intense gaze then turns to Cedric and with a nod their both standing up.
I also stand up awkwardly, "let's go."
I follow them upstairs and as soon as we're at the top Matt comes out of a door to the left and smiles at us.
"Here you go," he hands my a folded pile of clothes and points to a door that's across from what I'm assuming is their room.