Invasion pt.3
We were given a small room for ourselves. Charlie holds my hair up as I threw up into the toilet bowl. How dare he? How fucking dare he threaten me like that?
From then on, I decided not to be intimidated by a loser, an excuse for a man like himself. John Skiez was slowly but surely digging up his own grave.
As I retracted and wiped my mouth, Aaron speaks from the earpiece.
"I'm so fucking sorry, baby. Are you alright? Talk to me. I am so going to rip his throat out. I will kill him for sure, Ravine. We just need that gap. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I could hear only half of what he was saying. The rest was blocked by my own numbing senses.
Charlie slowly rubs my back to soothe me. He flushes the contents down the drain as he helps me sit in the lid. I force myself to tap three times on my ear lobe to activate the voice.
"Hi, love. You could hear everything?" I stutter out, smiling.
"Yes." He answers in a shaky tone.
"Promise me you will cut him to pieces while he is still alive, hmm?" I ask the absurdity to happen.
"Yes. I will. I will make sure his cries are heard to heaven and hell, Ravine. I'll never forgive that bastard."
"But... what I have to be wary of now is his son. He... he seems like a maniac. Even more than John himself." Says I to my lover. Charlie helps me wash my face as I keep hearing Aaron talk in my ear.
"Yeah, that embarrassment for a man. He's around 19 now, I bet. He... aspired to become like me and we shared the same interests too. I can't forgive myself for introducing you to him. I should have known, at least guessed he will be onto you... for the motive to hurt me." Says Aaron in little breaks.
"Got that. I'll keep myself safe for now. However, I want to test the waters first. I want to see who Gary is." I take the name of John's son.
Gabriella and Gary are the worst representations of the Skiez. I would almost say they are deviants. They don't seem normal.
"Don't be too curious now, Ravine. It can be dangerous—"
"That's on me, babe. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Moreover, old fuck already told me no one will be able to mess with me unless I give my consent. I'm feeling fine now, I'll go check out the area." Saying, I tap twice on my left ear to cut the conversation. Now, Aaron can only hear whatever is going around me.
Charlie and I were in our dresses still.
We were accompanied by hundreds of cameras capturing each of our movements. No wonder they didn't employ anyone to watch our asses.
Might as well be shot in the head in an instant if we tried anything funny. Sighing, we walk through a small rough patch of stones and to the left, there was one singular door open. We hear obnoxious noises from within, I wasn't particularly sure about what was happening inside.
But as we peeped to see, it was a young man pounding a girl under the sheets.
Wait, it wasn't a girl.
It was a cosplayer trapped under Gary!
"Ah!" The cosplayer takes notice of us shamelessly viewing them. To me, it looked like the crossdresser wasn't enjoying the platonic sex.
And the top guy was none other than Gary himself.
I briefly remember his facial features. They weren't anything special to remember. But what upsets me is his resemblance with Aaron.
Now that he is 19, he looked exactly like his elder cousin. I felt ashamed for him. Such godly features of my boyfriend was shared by a psychopath like him?
"Oh, Ravine and Charlie is it!?" He doesn't stop thrusting into the poor young male below him. I pray the boy is at least 18. But I'm not sure, since cosplayers and crossdressers usually fake their ages to look extremely young. All to satisfy a pedo's desire.
"Do you want to join!?" He asks way too excitedly. I wanted to reject the offer, but suddenly, two guards appear behind us.
They push us inside. We were now seated on the couch as we watched the poor crossdresser being banged until he passed out. It smelled like sex in this dark, rotting and gloomy room. I wanted to walk out this instant.
Aaron was cursing under his breath, but I keep quiet. It was like a test for me to stay thus quiet while someone was being misused.
"Ah~" groaning, Gary finally seemed to fill his load into that poor guy. He walks out of the sheets, his nakedness out to the open. I almost puke again at his glistening cock which was hard again. The lube and his own cum around it.
Charlie felt the same behind me. He tried his hardest to not puke. It was deeming difficult now.
The young man takes a Corona beer bottle from the bucket beside his table.
"Say, if you two give me a head, I'll let you two go back to your rooms."
"And if we don't?" Charlie dares to speak against the powerful one in the scene. I hear Aaron forcing me to say no and keep my integrity, but honestly I was scared for my life.
Instead, Gary places the tip of the bottle near my lips.
"I hear papa give the verdict for you two. Unless you're willing to, we won't touch you." He says, forcing me to drink the alcohol. It was strong, especially for my emptied stomach.
I cough up while he still holds the bottle against me.
"Good~ now you." Charlie was forced to drink too.
But later, the exhibitionist brings the bottle close to his used cock. I watch in horror as he begin to play with the tip of his cock with the neck of the bottle. It was disgusting. It was making me revolt against living.
The mad man drinks from the bottle and begins to stroke himself in front of us now. I do not know what excited him, but as he sprayed his load, I and Charlie screech and move away. I really wasn't in the mood to let my special dress drenched in someone's sperms right now.
Upon our reaction to his filthy play, he laughs as though he was laughing at the greatest joke he ever heard in his life.
Oh boy, I wanna kill everyone from this accursed group of people. They're making me sick to the fucking core.
