Healing Gabriel (BoyxBoy)

✚ Chapter Thirty-Two ✚

Healing Gabriel: Chapter Thirty-Two

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                                                  ※(*)※Gabriel's POV※(*)※

      "In you go, tramp," the man keeping a death grip on my frail arm snarled. I listened as the heavy door in front of me creaked open, unleashing the most gut-wrenching stench I'd ever known. I'd been gone for so long, I almost forgot about the reeking smell of this room.

       Everything from feces to vomit to unknown fluids rotted in there. It smelled so awful that I turned my head to retch, falling limply to my knees. My body began to dry-retch; everything in my stomach was starting to come up.

       Which was not food, but instead bile, blood and . . . other bodily fluids.

       I knew I'd get in mass amounts of trouble if I threw up in the hallway, but the smell escaping the room was so strong I couldn't help it. In the dim lighting of the hallway I thought I could see stench lines. I pressed my lips together, weakly covering my mouth with trembling fingers to stop myself from throwing up.

       It didn't work.

      "Fuckin' nasty ass! Go do that shit in there, not out here! Fuck, that's disgusting, no wonder Boss keeps you and all your whore friends in there," the man spat as everything came spurting from my mouth through the spaces of my fingers and palms.

       I closed my eyes in hopeless distress, knowing there would be consequences for this.

      "Ooh, you just wait until the boss gets ahold of this shit, Blondie. You're gonna wish you'd never even been given a mouth to puke from!"

       I almost laughed at his stupidity. I was forced to pleasure a man well above my age every single day. You would think he'd know that I had wished to be born without a mouth numerous times before.

       I felt a boot slam against my back, shoving me forward through the mess and into the room. I wanted to scream in disgust. I turned around just in time to see the dim lights go out as the man slammed the door shut with a much stronger force than necessary.

       Now that I was locked inside the fetor room, I shivered. Only several flickering lights were strewn overhead across the ceiling, not nearly enough lighting coming from the dying lightbulbs to even make the room seem dim. The room was almost that to complete darkness.

       I was terrified.

       As soon as the door was shut, the first moan cued, making me gasp. Then the rest of the groans of pain joined in, a couple whimpers and screams cutting through as well.

       And to think that I'd almost forgotten the sound of never-ending suffering.

       This room was the main holding area for the boys. It was a place where we all could let out the pain inside of us, since it was against the rules to show any sign of distress whatsoever during . . . it.

       I pushed myself up off the disgusting, sticky floor with my feeble arms. I didn't bother to cover myself; the darkness would cloak me instead.