Torn into Pieces(Rewritten)

Chapter 35-Ace

It was one of those lazy days where the hours dragged on, stretching into an unending loop of boredom. Alexander had left early for work, leaving me to my own devices. The sun streamed through the windows, but I didn't feel like going outside. I just sat on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, feeling the weight of stillness pressing in on me.

My thoughts wandered as I flipped through social media, only half-paying attention. A few hours passed like this, my mind drifting between memories and the emptiness of the day. I was just about to get up to grab a snack when my phone rang, jolting me out of my stupor.

Seeing the caller ID, my stomach sank. It was Eric, one of my old friends from school—and one of those friends who only reached out when he needed something. I hesitated, knowing exactly what he wanted. It was always the same with him. I swallowed hard, preparing myself for what I was about to hear.

"Hey, Ace!" Eric's voice was loud and overly cheerful, like he hadn't a care in the world. "What's up? You free?"

"Hey, Eric," I replied, trying to sound casual. "Not much. Just hanging out at home."

"Perfect! You should come over," he said without missing a beat. "I could really use someone to help me relieve some stress, if you know what I mean."

I felt a cold knot form in my stomach. "I can't, Eric. I have a boyfriend now."

The line went silent for a beat before he erupted. "Seriously? You're kidding me. You can't be serious, Ace! You know you're just a slut to me. The only thing you're good for is pleasing people."

My breath caught in my throat. I didn't like where this was going. "That's not fair, Eric," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm more than just that."

"More than just that?" he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Come on. Who would want you? You're just a perfect little hole for someone to use. You know it. I know it. Just let me use you like the slut you are."

Each word hit me like a punch, and I could feel my chest tightening as I fought back the emotions bubbling up inside me. "I can't," I managed to say, even as my heart raced with shame. "I'm not that person anymore."

"Yeah? Tell me another one," he snapped back, the malice in his voice cutting deep. "You think you're good enough for something more? You're nothing without someone to use you, Ace. Just admit it. I know you miss it. Just come over and let me fuck you. It's what you're made for. I want to ruin you. I want to fill that tight hole of yours until you can't think straight, until you're begging for me to stop."

My skin crawled at his words, but there was an unsettling thrill in them that made my stomach twist. "I can't do that," I whispered, a lump forming in my throat. "I'm with Alexander."

"Who cares about him?" Eric shot back. "You know you love it when someone uses you. Just think about it—me taking you, showing you how good it feels to be used again. You'd love it. Just think about my mouth on your cock while I'm filling your hole, making you scream. You can still be my little slut, Ace. You know you want it."

His degrading words hung heavy in the air, twisting my insides as I fought against the dark memories they dredged up. "I can't. I'm not—"

"Don't kid yourself. You know you're nothing more than a plaything. Just a perfect little hole for me to use whenever I want. So just come over and let me have my fun with you. You can be my toy again, Ace. I promise I'll make you feel good. You need to remember what it's like to really be used, to be ruined. Just let me show you."

Tears pricked at my eyes as I fought against the words that wanted to slip out, the shame of my past washing over me like a wave. I couldn't stand it. "I have to go," I choked out, unable to listen any longer. I didn't wait for his response; I hung up and sat in silence, staring at the wall as I tried to block out the lingering echoes of his voice.