"You know what you are? Hm?"
"A desperate little fucktoy."
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Aaron Bright's life isn't as bright as his name says. He has no college friends, gets bullied for being bisexual and his parents have kicked him out for the same reason.
After an incide...
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Reminder: All is consensual
"W-wait—"
Micah drags me along, even though I think I put up a pretty good fight. It only adds up to his smirk.
"I'll give you three seconds to run from me, Aaron. After those, I will come after you and make you pass out."
O-oh. I turn around with wide eyes, my body stiff with shock. He arches a brow, as if he just didn't threaten to kill me.
"One."
I bolt. I don't understand what's going on. All I know is that I have to keep running, or he'll catch me and— I have no idea what'll do to me.
With my mind on zero, I just follow my reflexes and run away. Where to doesn't matter, I just need to shake him off.
Unfortunately, I hear his calm footsteps following me. While he is deadly calm and reserved, I'm all panicky and sweating.
When I reach the end of the hallway I have a split second to make a decision. I choose the door on the left and slip inside of the room.
Sadly for me, Micah saw me going in, and I hear him stop in front of the door. I quickly place a hand in front of my mouth to mute my gasps as I run through the room to the other door.
My exit is just unlocked when the other door opens. I feel his hot gaze on my back and flinch, knowing I'm absolutely fucked.
The doorknob is still in my hand, and I have to get the fuck away. He walks closer, and the panic rises in me.
The door opens just in time. I run away, my mind set only on escaping.
Only this time, there is no other door. There's only one, and Micah is behind it. I flinch. He's going to get me.
The door opens slowly, as if I'm on a horror movie. I hide besides it, so he'll have to come in and search me and maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to escape.
He takes one step in . . . two . . . and there's a gap. I run.
I feel his hand grazing over my arm and squeak, knowing he's dangerously closed. Blinded by the chaos in my head, I run through the following two doors, only to realize I've ran into the toilet.
Where there's no escape.
I look around, shocked, before I feel his presence after me. The door slams closed before it locks.
I try to squirm away, but he pushes me against the wall. His hands make quick work of my pants and before I know it, he thrusts into me.
My gasp is the only sound for just a second, and then it's followed by his whispers in my ear. "You can't escape me, baby. You can only try."
I desperately nod and inch back on his cock, feeling relief it's only this I was running from. He chuckles darkly. "Are you that pathetic, sweetheart? Pushing back on me because you're such a little slut?"
