Dancing with the Devil (Stockholm syndrome)

Epilogue (18+)

Hello my babies,
been a long and your bitchy author is back to season the trauma a little lmao.
Since everyone here is aware Following scenerio is gonna contain some Extremely disturbing things so proceed at your own risk.
I am not letting anyone get away with hate and bullying. (Atleast not any Attention starved insecure wh*re)
I repeat, Proceed at your own risk.

Tw! Graphic description! SA!

Please if you know the author irl, then pretend like this book is not written by her. Thankyou!

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Porchay bit his lower lip to control the sounds that might escape while Kim drilled his length much and much deeper into him.
His both arms were held upon his head by Kim, controlling his movements completely.
Porchay tried holding back his screams, as the Pain was taking over the pleasure leaving him a mess under Kim.
Kim's other hand was pressed against his stomach keeping him in place.

He looked up into Kim darkened eyes, Kim couldn't help but Move his gaze away and Increase the speed of his thrusts, making Porchay's vision spin.
The half ripped, half unbottoned uniform shirt rested on either side of his torso, Kim was also still in his pants, that he wore to college.

"I am c-close" Kim whispered and leaned to Kiss Porchay's neck as the boy underneath him shivered in pleasure against any contact on his skin.

"Inside me."

"Are you on pills?"

"N-No..... Let's start a family Han." The room was horribly silent, as if something was killing a little bit of both of them.
Porchay silently waited for Kim's reaction, He felt the grip on his arms loosening.

"Kim?" Porchay called out of him, He was right Infront of him, but at the same time he wasn't.
Kim felt the bile raising up to his throat.
He took himself out of Porchay and stood to rush toward the Bathroom.

Porchay froze, He collected himself and walked toward the locked bathroom, He could hear Kim sobbing and gagging.
He banged his hand slowly against the door.

"Open the door! I am worried Kim." He waited for Kim's response but got none.
There were no sounds anymore coming out of the bathroom, increasing Porchay's concern even more.
He deseperately knocked on the door and heard the click, Kim finally unlocked the door.

Porchay turned the handle, and pushed the door open, revealing Kim leaning against the sink.
He pressed his hand against Kim's forehead to feel his temperature.

"We should go to the Doctor." Porchay said and rubbed his hand up and down Kim's forearm.
"I just need a shower'

"But Kim-"

"PLEASE, Porchay If i still feel sick we will go to the doctor, I promise." Kim said, Porchay stared at him knowing he had no choice but to give in to Kim's stubbornness.
He let a sigh in defeat and nodded before walking out of the bathroom.
He closed the door behind him.

Kim stripped out of the pants that hung loosely around his hips and got into the shower.
His skin reddened a bit due to how burning the shower water hitting against his skin was.

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The world is pretty messed up, but the people living in it and their lives are much more messed,
You never know what a stranger is hiding,
but the fact to be afraid of is, You never know what the people you claim to know every inch of are hiding.
What that Innocent gaze have came across,
what that kind heart have went through,
and what Evil the word "Love" is hiding beneath.

"Do you like it?" Pete asked, His small doe eyes lit up seeing Porsche smile and blink indicating he liked the Pasta Pete made for him.
Pete went over to grab a napkin when he saw the sauce on Porsche's chin.
He stopped mid action as he heard the doorbell.

He wiped his hands on the apron as he walked towards the door,
"Porsche be careful!" He yelled across the room, and looked at the person Infront of him.

"Vegas?" Pete automatically clenched his fists as his skin turned pale looking at the Man infront of him pass a smile at him.
Pete flung the door shut as hard as his frozen cold body allowed him to,
but that wasn't enough to close it as Vegas held the door and throwed it back open.

"I am here to talk Pete. Don't close the door at my face like that." Pete only had one thing on his mind.
Porsche.

"Baby, Go eat in your room. Lock the door carefully from inside!" Pete yelled into his usual tone, His gaze didn't leave Vegas for a moment.
Pete breathed hearing the door lock.

"You shouldn't be here, Please Leave-"

"Pete, Don't be like that. I love you." Vegas said trying to hold Pete close to him only for Pete to push him away which almost made him stumble on his steps.

"Who was that? Your kid? Your lover? What disgusting lifestyle have you started now." Vegas tone changed as he spoke of Porsche.
Pete untied the knot of his apron and threw it over the floor.

"No one You should be speaking of Vegas. If your attempt to pull that shit is over then I am respectfully asking you to take yourself out of my fuckin House." Pete's chest heaved up and down, His body was prepared to pick a fight, Being well aware If Vegas is here things won't be ending peacefully atleast for Pete.

"You wanted a fuck so bad? You could have came to me. Instead of whatever you are doing right now. I can even give you money in exchange of that." Vegas put his anger into the words.

"Not everyone is a bitch and whore like most of people you look up to Vegas." A slap landed on Pete's cheek, causing his face to stumble to a side.
Vegas gripped his hair and throwed his against the wall.

"You are no one to speak Pete, A no one. I could do whatever i want to you right now. I am in Power now." His words made Pete laugh and lean his head against the wall, A punch was soon landed on his face causing his face to jerk aside and spew blood.

Before Pete knew His arms was twisted behind him and he was pinned to the wall.
Vegas took his knife out and slowly dragged in down Pete's upper body cutting through his shirt.

"When I said I could do whatever i want to,  Don't force me to prove it." Vegas Whisper twisting his arm even more causing Pete to scream in pain.

"Before you do anything Vegas, Let me remind you your claims of Love. You claim to Love me and treat me less than an Animal?
You threaten to Rape and kill me and then again claim to Love me?
Go ahead, Do whatever you are capable of. Kill me if you can Vegas, Since you haven't left anything in me, Not even my Humanity. Go Ahead Vegas. Kill Me." Pete raised his voice holding back his tears as Vegas knife cut his shirt open.

To be coutinued.....

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Yes i wrote an epilogue,
Thank me later babies💗💗