PP Chapter 10

 10. LUCCA CODRIN: The Curse

As much as I’d like to keep staring at the ceiling in the dark, painting images in my head, my eyes couldn’t help but wander away towards the window. What is he doing right now? That odd Caleb boy… His curtain is completely shut off this time. No fucking-and-showing tonight I guess? He is like a full grown man in a boy’s body. A complete insane man at that. I couldn’t put my finger around it. I can’t figure him out. I used to think that it’s easy to read people. I thought that I had it all figured out. But look at me now. What a mess. Where’s my initial mission of coming back here? What about that? What’s halting me from getting what I want? But then again, what is it that I truly want? I no longer know. Why is it now that I feel like the more I figure things out, the less I know? This is all so confusing to me. 

Lost in thought, I almost didn’t notice that there are shadows lingering outside of my room. I got up to a sit on my bed in an instant as I saw it. Papa… it must be him. I look at the doorknob and unwelcome panic surges up inside of me. To my relief, I realize that I’ve locked it. But… wait. Why am I relieved? Isn’t it my mission to get him? To own him? Why am I like this now? I hear the doorknob rattles a little and then I heard a little snicker coming from the man standing outside my door.

“Lucca, are you awake?” He asked. It is papa! “Will you open the door for me?” I heard him ask again. Will I open the door for him? My heart is beating loud in my chest with a mixture of anxiety and confusion. Before I can even gather my thoughts, I heard the sound of metal being inserted into the keyhole and the doorknob twist leading the door to creak open slowly. 

I can feel my forehead sweat as I saw the tall man entering my room. My eyes are widened in horror and disbelief. He has the key! He has the key all along! “Oh dear… You are awake after all,” he simply commented, twisting his arms across his chest, watching me. He looks conspicuous and perfectly suspicious… like he has something up on his sleeve. 

“P-papa?” I called, failing at acting calm. He lets out a short sigh before walking up to my bed like a man disappointed but already found a way to reroute his disappointment. He seems like he has it all figured out and it makes me nervous. Hiding my nervousness is out of the question. He looks like he can see right through me with his gaze. I can’t help but to think, at that very moment, that hey, this man is my father but he is also a complete stranger to me. I didn’t know him. And I’d like to think that he doesn’t know me as well. We’re strangers. We had become strangers.

He sits at the side of my bed and immediately places one of his hand on my right thigh. “Can’t sleep, Lucca?” He asked as his thumb slightly caresses the part of the skin from my thigh. I tense up in response. I couldn’t think of a reply for his question. He also didn’t wait for a response. He just started to trail his hand from my thigh up, slowly, calculatingly, towards the part in between my thighs. I feel his hands caressing my balls. The thin layer of my pants is the only thing that stood in the way for him to completely violate me. 

But he is violating me right now. And… and… and it disgusts me. I quickly grab his hand in a reflex mode and shove it away, surprising him and myself in the process. I look up to him, eyes narrowed with hatred. He looks down on me, eyes narrowed with determination and anger. “You dare, Lucca?” he threatened.

“I dare, Papa,” I talked back. “You need to stop doing that.”

He snickers a little at me. I can’t understand what’s so amusing for him. “You used to like it a lot, Lucca,” he indicated with a sick smile and as soon as he said it, he pushes me down to the bed, pinning me down with his weight and strength. Both of his hands are holding tightly to my wrists, pushing it down further on the soft mattress. I wanted to scream but I feel like it’ll only excite him more so I didn’t. Instead, in a quick moment of thought process, I decided to test my luck at diverting his intention. 

“Olivia 2!” I exclaimed. “Who is Olivia 2, Papa?” I asked. Got him! His eyes are widened in surprised at the question and he hesitantly loosen his grip. 

“How do you know that name?” He asked. Is it my imagination? But his voice sounds like fear. It could be just my imagination.

“I went to the cemetery today and saw a small tombstone. Who is that?”

He lets go completely of me and just sits by the side of my bed, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, taking his time. “Ah… you know well how to ruin my mood,” he simply commented. He lights his cigarette and I waited. He turns to look at me. There’s a tiny hint of sadness showcased on his face then he turns to look away again so that I can’t see his expression. “It’s Olivia the second, named after my mother. She is your twin sister. She died at birth,” he explained, without looking at me.

“Died at birth? I have a twin sister?!” But… that can’t be true, right? It makes perfect sense why I see a girl that looks like me in my dreams then but it doesn’t make any sense that I can see her as a little girl if she died at birth! How can I have memories of her? “But…” I started. “I saw her, papa.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw her sometimes in my dreams. I saw a girl that looks just like me. She would play hide and seek with me sometimes and she always wears white and she just…she’s there. If she died at birth, who is it that I saw?” I unconsciously blabbered my thoughts without warning and almost gasped in surprised as I saw papa’s expression as his head is already turned to my direction. He looks like he wanted to cry. “Papa, are you okay?” I couldn’t help but to ask.

He quickly looks away. “Damn, I’m cursed,” he simply said in a shaky voice. “You know, Lucca. I always do this. No matter how hard I try to avoid it, I always do this. People I love, they either become corrupted or dead. I dare not hope it will be different for you because I know, someone as cursed as me can only destroy people. I wanted to live forever. I thought I can reach immortality. But my immortality might just be the price I have to pay to lose everything that I ever loved.” He stands slowly and walks towards the door that he had left ajar. “Choose, Lucca. Will you let me corrupt you? Or will you let me be the death of you?” With a sad smile, he closes the door behind him.

I am confused. That was actually the most I ever heard him spoke to me. He usually keeps thing short and simple but just now, what was that? I never knew papa could even make that expression. I never knew papa could be sad. So he is human after all. But what does it mean? What does he mean by the curse? What else that I didn’t know about the Codrin family? About my own family? My heirloom? And which would I choose? Corruption? Or death?

PP Chapter 6

 6. EDMUND CODRIN: Attraction

Well, I do have interests in young boys but it’s a secret that is not entirely a secret to some. There’s only one other secret that is most sacred to me. And I still remember the way she looks even back then. Only one woman in this entire world whom had captured my heart from the beginning. Only one whom I had felt safe to be with my whole life. Some people might not get it. No. Most people won’t get it but that is fine by me. What I do with my life, time, and heart has nothing to do with them anyway. And they have no say in it either because I’m in charge. They won’t even have the guts to disagree with me unless they’d like to be gutted by me and fed with their shits till they die. They wouldn’t want to experience something as inconvenience as that.

Lucky for me, I’m married to a woman of similar interest to mine now. In young boys that is. “Why is it so quiet in here?” Jessica posed a question as she entered the dining hall. The boys were sitting in their places at the dining table with their mouths shut tight. There’s an amused look on Caleb’s face while Lucca’s face is flushed red. If I had not known any better, I would have said that they had done something quite naughty before we stepped into the house based on the suspicious nature of their manners.

“Nothing, mother. We’re just done with breakfast,” replied Caleb. I honestly don’t really fancy looking at his handsome face. He is suspicious and seems cunning to my eyes. I feel that if I care too much about the boy, he’ll top over me and will take over everything I ever built. 

Lucca, on the other hand, is sitting quietly at his own place. He didn’t even turn to look at us, standing in front of the door. For a moment there, it was almost as if he wasn’t there at all. I took a step closer to him and run my fingers through his soft blond hair. He seems surprised by the gesture and turns to look at me quickly. “Are you alright, my Lucca?” I asked with the softest voice that I can produce, looking at him with my eyes narrowed.

He takes a hold of my hand lightly and pulls it away from his hair softly. “I’m okay, papa,” he answered. “Welcome home.” Though it was a bit late, he greeted me still. It was then that I notice the looks in Caleb’s eyes. At me. It was full of hate. He was gritting his teeth. At me. At me, his step-father. It outrages me. But I can’t help to understand his reason why. Therefore, to not give in to his insipid thoughts of ever thinking of having my one and only Lucca, I need to show him who’s bigger here. I need to show him whose Lucca belongs to. So I lean down while I lift up Lucca’s face with the tip of my finger and kiss him softly on his lips.

The small peck of a kiss lasted for only a few seconds since Lucca had quickly pulled himself away from me and pushed me off of him. “Papa?” He called out, as if trying to shake some sense into me, looking around at everyone. His face turns red. How cute. 

“Yes?” I merely answered. He only looks at me with a surprised and disbelief face at my nonchalant response.

“Edmund! What were you thinking?!” Jessica yelled. She looks at me angrily.

“What?” I asked with an innocent face. “At least I don’t hide it,” I defended myself. “I know what I want,” I added. “But you… Do you think what you did to your own son is much of a secret after all?” I asked, provoking her. At that, I heard a screech sound of a chair dragged on the floor. It’s Caleb. He had stood up and left the dining hall in rage. And I heard steps in pursuit of him. I watch as my Lucca runs towards where Caleb was headed. Something unsettling settled on my heart. I can’t let this happen. I can’t let him have Lucca. In the background, I heard white noise of Jessica rambling madly at me. I can’t care less. I know what I want and I’ll get what I want.

PP Chapter 3

 3. Act Two. Passion!

Sleep comes easy for Lucca though he is aware that the bliss will only be temporary. “Mom?” He calls out to his mother, who is swinging on a swing by a lakeside. The sun is shining brightly on a hot summer day. The birds are chirping in the distance. “Ah, Lucca. There you are, my baby boy,” she whispered softly. She then pulls him closer to her breasts. He feels comforted and safe, at first, until the grip tightens and he starts to choke, trying to force his way out of her suffocating embrace. The scenes changed dramatically. It is no longer a sun shiny day. A storm is raging. He can hear thunder roars in the distance. Lightning strikes here and there. She is no longer embracing him. There’s a knot around his neck and he is struggling to be free from choking painfully in the air. She is in front of him, on another necklace of rope, blue, unmoving, eyes bulging out of their sockets. As he tries to scream for help from beneath his choking throat, slowly, just slowly, the corpse smiles at him with her teeth all crimson in blood. 

That’s when he wakes up. He is drenched in his own sweat. He had expected the nightmare, but each time when he wakes up, he still sweats profusely. It is not a nightly occurrence though. But each time if he is going to have this particular nightmare, he can sense it early on before he went to bed. It’s always the same. Except for the beginning. In the beginning, he would dream of random memories of his mother who always seems to be perfect. In every aspect. She was indeed perfect in every aspect. And Lucca resents her all over again for that. 

He sighs a little to the relief he felt deep inside to the thoughts that she’s gone now. All that’s left of her were the good old memories. It somehow felt wrong but also right at the same time. Lucca doesn’t like to think of his mother. It always confuses him and makes his head ache. As he finally shuts the memories and thoughts of her from his brain, he notices that there’s a shade of shadow lurking underneath the little gap in between the floor and his door of someone pacing back and forth steadily outside his room. He lifts his body up a little from his bed, rolling the blanket that’s already soaked from his sweat off of his body. He can feel it in his guts. Papa? He calls out in his head. He knew it is him there outside of his room. Please come in, he monologues a plea. He longs to feel his father’s touch. He misses him so much. Please…

The shadow lurks a little while longer before it stops in its pace and then walks off from the door. Lucca can hear it clearly. The footsteps that pace away from his room. The fading sounds of those footsteps. A little, slowly, heartbreakingly, a tear falls down from one of his eyes. And a deep hatred grows bigger inside of him. He clenches his fist, holding in the raging fire of anger inside from bursting out. He wants to scream but he can’t. He wants to throw things in his room, smash everything to pieces, rip apart the bed sheets and curtains but he can’t. He can’t do these as he must pretend to be the nice innocent boy for the audiences. He closes his eyes, trying hard to calm down. He inhales and exhales in an effort to cool down his anger but he ended up shaking. At the very frustration of not being able to vent, tears stream down from both of his eyes. He sobs lowly, trying not to make too much noise, covering his face with both of his palms. He cries for an amount of time. But…

Ahh Ahhh Ahh!

He stops crying when he suddenly hears sounds of someone’s moaning. It’s in a distance, but he is quite sure that that is the sound of sex. He gets up and walks over to his window which partly opens a little and allows him to hear sounds outside. His eyes grew wide in surprise at the sudden view in front of him. It was of a woman, completely naked, both palms pressing on the glass of the window. Her breasts are bouncing, her face looking lewd in pleasure as she moans loudly, shamelessly. A boy is taking her from behind. He is pounding in her over and over. Lucca can’t quite make out what expression he is making as the shadow hides his face well. But the moonlight shines brightly on the woman. “Fuck. Is that his girlfriend?” Lucca manages to mutter underneath his breath. It has been a while since something shocks him like this. He chooses to ignore them. The sound. The view. They anger him even more. He can’t believe that Caleb is such a shameless son of a bitch. As he’s about to lie back down on his bed, he then realizes that he recognizes the woman. She’s one of the servants in the house! He feels disgusted at the sudden realization. “What a perv,” he mutters to himself again and closes his eyes, transitioning to the state of the unconscious. He doesn’t feel like he will have another nightmare. Being awake gives him more nightmare than sleeping anyway.

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A week had passed and Lucca is more pissed off than ever. Every night, Caleb would have someone new in his room. And he would fuck them at the window, with his curtains wide open. Lucca is sure now that Caleb did exactly that for show. This is because Caleb always has his curtains shut during the day but it’ll be wide open at night, only during his fucks. He wanted Lucca to see him fucking random women, girls, men, and boys in his room. All ages. All ethnicity. He has no particular taste. Lucca is beginning to think that Caleb is the type who would just fuck anything that moves. And that makes him sick. He is now sitting right beside him at the dining table. There are only two of them for breakfast this morning. Lucca is even angrier to the fact that Papa never comes to his room. He had gone to party with his bitch of a wife every night for the past few days. Who the fuck parties every night? Well yes, his father. And his step mother is a fucking party animal too. Like mother, like son. Except that her son parties in a different way every night. At this rate, he won’t be able to gain success at winning his Papa back.

“-hey!” Lucca stumbles out of his own thoughts at the sound of someone calling after him. He looks at the person sitting next to him.

“W-W-What?” Lucca asks. He didn’t mean to stutter but he did. And that carves a smile on Caleb’s face. Lucca doesn’t know what to make of that smile. He is looking rather amused. Slightly, resent and hatred grow inside of Lucca. He feels like punching the boy right on his face or poke his butter knife straight through the boy’s cheek. But he steadies himself, still pretending to be that nice innocent pretty little boy that he is.

“I was asking you to pass me the butter,” Caleb said.

At that, Lucca looks at the butter in a plate next to him. And then looks back at Caleb’s plate. He has butter on the plate next to him too. Then, why? Why is he asking Lucca to pass him his butter?! He is slow to react to this. Is this bullying? Is he being bullied or is Caleb just fucking stupid? It’s so hard to pretend to be nice to this boy! Lucca takes his plate and slides it over to Caleb without a word. “There, there. That’s a good boy,” Caleb commented. Lucca is fuming with anger. What a brat, he thought.

Chuckling a little to himself, for whatever reason that amuses him as Lucca couldn’t quite figure it out, Caleb takes a bite of his bread without even putting on the butter on it. “Say…,” he started. “Did you enjoy the view?” He asked.

Lucca knew exactly what Caleb means. So it’s true. He intentionally let his curtains wide open to show off to Lucca? Lucca smiles a little but he doesn’t answer the question. Maybe there’s no point in pretending to be nice to this boy. He needs to be threatened. He needs to be shown who’s boss. How dare he looks down on a murderer, Lucca thinks hard to himself. “About that,” he now starts. “I-..”

“-Wanna come to my room?” He was cut in by Caleb before he could even say more. “I wonder what kind of face you will make,” he added. He looks at Lucca so steadily, eyes of a superior, looking down on Lucca as if Lucca is below him. Lucca’s eyes widened in surprise. He clenches his fist in a fit of rage. That’s it! Lucca loses his cool. He no longer cares. He stands up from his seat in anger and pulls Caleb up by his collar, ready to punch him on his face.

PP Prologue

 Prologue

"I'll take good care of you," he said as he picked the young boy up from the bed and made him sit at the edge of it. It's raining heavily outside and the sounds of thunder with the sight of lightning goes side by side, taking turns, as if they're working closely and intimately together. The young boy is afraid of the thunder and the lightning. He once saw a lightning hit a tree only a few metres away from him and it traumatized him. He feels safe in the comfort of the older man.

"Can you sing me a song? Make the rain stop?" He asked the older man a favor. He wants to kill his fear for the night.

The older man only smiles at him, alighted at the childish request of the young boy, feeling a stirring in his pants. "You are so cute, Lucca," he complimented. "I can't make the rain stop. But I can make you feel good," he promised.

The young boy's eyes lighten up in delight. "Really?" He asked.

He nods at the young boy, pretending to be attentive when all that he cares about right now is the erection he has in his pants. "Yes," he insisted. "This will be our little secret." He knows he can no longer hold himself back no matter how much the voices in his head scream out to him telling him that this is wrong. His hands crawl up to the part in between the thighs of the young boy, massaging it and feeling the boy's treasure mounting. 

"Papa, what are you doing?" The young boy asked, feeling guilty at the funny feelings he has in his guts. Oddly though, it feels good to him yet, it feels wrong too but he doesn't know what to do because the man is his father after all. So, this can't be wrong, right? At least, that's what he thought.

The older man smiles at him softly. "Making you feel good, Lucca," he answered. "Now make Papa feel good too," he ordered. The boy noticed it, that hint of evil in his father's eyes but he loves his father. He trusts him. His father loves him too, right? This is a normal thing for a father and son to be doing, right? He answered those questions with a 'yes'. Unfortunately, he will only know of the ugly truths in years to come.

But he will no longer be afraid of the rain and the darkness. Or of the thunder and the lightning. He will see things in a new perspective. The tree that was burnt down by the lightning got past the burning and started anew. It was like rebirthing. And Lucca was reincarnated that night. He lost his old skin and gained a new one, much like a snake. And he will thank his father for it. The one who should be more afraid now is his father, not him.

DB Chapter 26

 26. The Final Stage

Not only did his body feel uncomfortable, his heart was also troubled by what was presented in front of him right now. They were no longer in the bedroom. Adrian was bathed and clothed in a suit by Devon. As the final show, everything was arranged like a theatre performance. There was a stage at the edge of the banquet hall, a dining table at the other edge of the hall and the audiences’ seats were situated in the middle of them. Adrian was seated nearest to the stage with Devon by his side. Meanwhile, the devil and his lover were seated at the last row of the seat which was nearest to the dining table. 

It was not food that was served on the dining table. What was served on the table were the body parts of Kevin Klaus which had started to emit the stench of rotten corpses. On the stage, there was Victor tied up to a pole. He was no longer being controlled like a puppet. He was crying in fear and also begging for mercy. He appeared to be very afraid. Lady Rebecca entered the stage, smiling excitedly like a child. “Adrian, I have been waiting for you to see this!” she exclaimed. She took a big bottle by one side of the centre stage and started to pour the content onto Victor. From the smell, Adrian could tell that it was gasoline. And from that, Adrian can already deduce what Lady Rebecca was about to do. Before he could even complete the scenario in his head, it had already begun. 

Lady Rebecca lit the match and threw it towards Victor, burning her husband alive in front of the audience. She laughed hysterically as she watched Victor scream and shake in pain as the fire ate his skin. It was like a sick performance. “I love you, Adrian,” Lady Rebecca spoke with madness displayed in her eyes. “This is all for you. Now I can be together with you, in hell,” she said. With another bottle of gasoline being opened, she poured its content onto herself. She laughed loudly and excitedly as she jumped into the fire, hugging her husband whose scream was slowly diminishing, marking the end of his life. The screaming was now replaced with hers. Adrian was speechless. But deep inside, he was also excited. He had long awaited for the moment for Victor to die. The only disappointment was that it wasn’t delivered by his own hand.

Adrian knew it all along that most people who died from fire didn’t really die from the burning. They die from breathing in the fire or from carbon monoxide poisoning or from their throats being burned alive. He knew this well because he had ‘died’ in a fire before. It would have been better if they could stop breathing for a moment so that they could die from the pain instead. That would have been more meaningful. If it was up to his own hand, he would make them stop breathing before they were burned. But nonetheless, it was still so satisfying to watch. But that’s that. So, what’s next? It was exciting when he was hunting for his prey, railing them in, fooling them and then killing them. But after that, there was no more excitement.

He needed more. There should be more to this. It was only an excuse, wasn’t it? Revenge and all that nonsense. All that Adrian ever wanted was to hunt, to kill, and to fuck. This couldn’t already be over. He needed to escape. He got up from his seat, looking around. The exit was near the dining table at the back. He slowly took steps back towards the exit while facing Devon who also had gotten up from his seat. “Do you like it, Adrian? This is all for you,” Devon said as he followed Adrian’s steps. With each of Adrian’s steps back, Devon took a step forward. 

William, watching them from afar, smiled to himself knowingly. He knew that Adrian planned to escape. “It’s almost the end, Adrian,” William warned playfully. He saw Adrian getting closer to where he was seated, towards the exit. But he stayed in place, refusing to bother himself with whatever that is to come.

“We can finally be together,” Devon spoke calmly. He stopped in his tracks when Adrian’s back hit the dining table. He knew that Adrian couldn’t escape him. Adrian’s hand unintentionally touched a metal on the dining table. He turned his head to see that it was the butcher’s knife that was used by Victor to kill Kevin. He quickly picked it up and rushed forward towards Devon. In that split seconds, Devon felt a sharp pain on his chest. Adrian had stabbed him with the butcher’s knife. “Aa-!” Devon groaned slightly in pain. “What are you doing?” he asked. 

Adrian grinned in satisfaction. He looked desperate and stupid at the moment that it didn’t fit his superior beauty at all. “If you die then I can have my abilities back,” Adrian said through his gritted teeth. In response, Devon only smiled sadly as he looked into Adrian’s eyes. He felt pain but he wouldn’t die from this. Adrian looked down on Devon’s chest. To his surprise, Devon didn’t drip blood. Instead of blood, liquid of multiple colours was dripping from his wound. As an artist, Adrian could tell what it was right away. That liquid was paint. It was paint that was flowing out of Devon’s wound.

Adrian immediately released his grip from holding the handle of the butcher’s knife. “What?! What are these?! Why are you-...?!” He started to form questions out loud. But he was cut in by Devon. “-All I wanted was to be with you, Adrian,” Devon spoke sadly. His voice sounded like he had given up on the whole world. It was like he had lost his light. “I love you. I love you the most in the world, remember?” He reiterated. 

Adrian didn’t realise by this time, William had been standing by his side, looking at them without a hint of worry on his face. “Tch tch tch, wrong move, Adrian,” William suddenly commented. Adrian turned to look at William angrily. “What’s the meaning of all these?! You fucking cunning devil!!!” Adrian cursed in anger. He was confused about what was happening around him. He became clueless as to what he was supposed to do at that moment. With an amused look on his face, William laughed out loud. “Cunning? Why, thank you for the compliment,” he simply responded. “Shall I jog up your memory, Adrian? Don’t you remember who Devon really is? Or- hold up. I mean what Devon really is…” William insinuated. A sick twisted smile was formed on his handsome face. It is time to reminisce about the past.

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DB Chapter 25

 25. Loose Bitch

Adrian had no choice but to agree. With his face flustered red filled with shame, he spread his legs wide for Devon to see. Devon licked his own lips and gulped down a mouthful of saliva at the sight of Adrian being obedient to him. Adrian was a proud person but now his pride was trampled all over by the boy much younger than him. He was cursing him in his mind but he really has no choice but to just obey. This is far more difficult than him being controlled like a puppet. He rather had his body being controlled than he himself having to obey and do whatever the other person wanted.

Devon smirked as he watched Adrian feeling humiliated. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked. Adrian immediately cursed him in his head and he refused to answer such a stupid question. Devon suddenly chuckled to himself. “You know that I can read your mind, don’t you? I’ve borrowed your ability after all,” he ridiculed. “Nevermind,” he then said right after. “I’m going to fuck you anyway.” He pulled Adrian towards him and poked the entrance of Adrian’s asshole with his dick. “Wait,” Devon said. “Or maybe not…,” he then suddenly changed his mind and withdrew himself. 

With him withdrawing, small hands and fingers which were dark in colour, rotten, and filled with awful stench began to grip on Adrian’s body. “No!!! Get away from me!” Adrian screamed and jumped closer to Devon. As he clung to Devon, he heard Devon laughed at him. He then whispered to Adrian’s ear with amusement akin to teasing a child; “do you want me to fuck you, Adrian?” 

Adrian closed his eyes, refusing to see the souls of his victims. “Yes. Fuck me! I want you to fuck me. Just do whatever the hell you want!!” He shouted out loud, ignoring any sense of shame. He had never entertained the emotions called fear before. No matter how much he loathed the outcome, he had no other choice. Devon is his salvation, as what the devil had said. Smiling widely in amusement, Devon instructed Adrian to his wishes; “then get on top of me.”

Adrian didn’t even hesitate as he got on top of Devon. Devon’s dick which was poking at his asshole was inserted in. “Ah!” Adrian screamed a little in surprise but he just lowered his body to fill his hole with Devon’s dick. He knew that was what Devon wanted. He could hear him moan in satisfaction as his dick went in smoothly. “Hey, you’ve become a loose bitch for me, Adrian,” Devon started to tease. Adrian didn’t say anything back to him. He could only respond with erotic screams since Devon immediately started thrusting as he said that. “Are you my bitch?” Devon asked as he violently thrusted in and out of Adrian’s asshole. 

“I’m your bitch!” Adrian answered in between his screams. He didn’t want to be bothered by his victims’ souls so he would just be whatever Devon wanted him to be for now.

“Do you like my dick, hmm?”

“I like your dick!”

“Do you like to be fucked by me?”

“I love it!”

“Tell me that you’re my bitch, Adrian,”

“I’m your bitch. I’m your bitch!”

“Say that you’re a loose bitch. You’re Devon’s loose bitch.”

“I-! I’m Devon’s-! -loose bitch!”

“That’s good,” Devon complimented, feeling thoroughly excited and satisfied due to Adrian’s obedience. “Let me reward you,” he said. He pushed Adrian’s body back down on the bed and began to jackhammer his dick into Adrian. Adrian’s body was hanging down, his legs were spread apart, and only his shoulders were touching the mattress. The rest of his body was held up and was only supported by the strength of Devon’s hands on his waist. Adrian screamed loudly in protest of the uncomfortable sexual position but he could not resist Devon so he could only endure the position as Devon went crazy with excitement. 

Devon only ended the position when Adrian started to cry and beg him to stop. With a grin on his face, he let Adrian lie on the bed normally but with his legs still spread apart. He began to fuck him again in this position. With him crying and begging, Adrian’s dick had softened and could no longer cum. Nonetheless, he was hit with a few times of dry orgasm before eventually passing out. Devon only cum again after almost an hour of him fucking an unconscious man.

Devon looked down on Adrian who was unconscious. He dropped several kisses on the man’s hair, forehead, cheek, and nose lovingly. Soon, they will be together. Eternally. Nothing and no one in this world or the afterworld could ever separate the two of them again. The final show was about to begin.

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DB Chapter 23

 23. Debauchery

It was the third time that Adrian had ejaculated. He never before knew that he could cum from being fucked in the ass but as it turned out, being fucked was more pleasurable. But of course he would not admit it. Devon knew all of his sensitive spots. He knew how to manipulate him and he knew exactly the spot to hit when he was fucking. Adrian felt like his ego was being toppled over by Devon. He couldn’t accept this fact. What he desired the most was control. He wanted to be in control. But now, even when he was feeling pleasure, he hated it. Because he was not the one in control. It was Devon who held the power in his hands. And that is inclusive of Adrian’s own abilities which had been stolen by Devon. He could not fight against him because he was helpless now. He was just a normal human being without the abilities. But the only sense of relief he could feel was that at the very least, he is still beautiful. It would be such a shameful thing if he were to turn back to his deformed and blind self from the past. It is unacceptable!

“Aaah!” Devon moaned as he ejaculated inside Adrian’s tight and warm asshole. He was fucking him for a long time that the sky outside the window had darkened. But that was his first ejaculation since he began his sexual manipulation on Adrian. He pressed his twitching dick deeper into the asshole as he bit his lips to maintain his sanity. Both of his hands were gripping onto Adrian’s buttcheeks that his fingers had dug into the skin, causing the skin to bleed slightly. Devon licked his lips and smiled in satisfaction as he stared at the person underneath him who had no choice but to have his ass perked up to receive his dick while the rest of his body had gone limp from exhaustion. The bed was wet with the person’s semen and Devon’s own semen is trickling down from Adrian’s asshole all the way to both of Adrian’s thighs.

Such a lewd view caused Devon’s dick to swell again. He lowered his body while refusing to take his dick out of the lovely asshole to kiss the back of Adrian’s neck and trailed kisses towards his left ear. “My love, please don’t get tired yet. I still want to fuck you some more,” Devon pleaded lovingly towards Adrian. “I love you the most, Adrian,” he spoke of loving words but his actions turned violent. 

Adrian was already tired of screaming. Despite that, he still managed to scream again in a hoarse voice as Devon started to pound his dick in and out of his asshole again. He couldn’t say a word out loud but in his head, he couldn’t stop cursing Devon over and over. While being fucked savagely by Devon, Adrian could only endure hearing nonsense coming from Devon’s mouth in disgust. He would say disgustingly romantic things but then switched to say resentful things and then switched to being sweet again. Adrian didn’t know how long he could endure this torture. It was obviously driving him crazy himself.

“My love, I really like fucking you.”

“Look. Your asshole is taking me in so well now. We are definitely meant to be.”

“It’s all your fault. You abandoned me. So now you’re nothing but a fucking bitch to me!”

“Bitch, do you like this, bitch?! You’re my bitch now. I’m going to ruin your asshole!”

“I’ll tear you apart and you… You… Baby, my love, you’re mine. Why does it feel so good to fuck you?”

“I love you the most, Adrian. I’m the only one who loves you the most in this world.” With this being said, Devon suddenly stopped his thrusting and pulled his dick out of Adrian’s asshole. Adrian was then flipped to face him and was pulled up to sit on top of him. Adrian had no strength to resist or even to tell him to stop. He could only let his limp body be manipulated by the younger man. Devon aimed his dick at the entrance of Adrian’s asshole and thrusted it in with ease. But this time, he didn’t move. He just let his dick buried deep in Adrian’s asshole and admired the look on Adrian’s face that showed how much he is struggling with pain and pleasure. Devon loved to see that look very much. “I have a gift for you,” Devon then announced.

The door of the room was then opened and two familiar figures walked into the room. It was none other than Victor and Kevin Klaus. At the moment, Adrian was naked on top of Devon on the king-sized bed. His body was covered in bruises, bite marks, scratch marks, and hickeys. He was still sweating, stained with semen and Devon’s dick was still buried deep in his asshole. But instead of feeling embarrassed, he was confused. Victor and Kevin were moving like puppets. Their bodies were moving almost unnaturally. The only thing real about them was their expressions. They were afraid and they were crying. It appeared that they also had lost control of their bodies. Their bodies are moving under Devon’s manipulations. Seeing this, Adrian felt amused. He had waited to see them looking like this long enough. But considering the fact that he was also being manipulated by the same person, he couldn’t laugh at them. 

Adrian didn’t notice the butcher knife that was held in Victor’s hand at first. He only saw it once it was raised by Victor as he started to chop down on his own brother. Kevin was screaming in pain and crying but he did not get to even defend himself. His body was not under his own control. Victor who was viciously chopping down on his own brother like he was slaughtering a pig for a feast had tears in his eyes as well. He was spouting the words “no” and “please stop” from his mouth but his body kept on working. It was also out of his control. Devon laughed as he saw this disturbing sight and turned to look at Adrian who was still in shock of what he was seeing. 

“So, do you like my gift?” Devon asked. Adrian didn’t know how to respond to him. His eyes were fixated on watching the gruesome scene in front of him. Devon also didn’t wait to hear his answer. He could care less about it. It doesn’t matter. So he started to thrust his dick in Adrian’s asshole again. Adrian didn’t know what to feel regarding what was happening. But he was turned on to see the blood that was flooding the bedroom’s floor. He started to moan loudly as he was savagely fucked by Devon. He thought to himself that it wasn’t so bad now to be fucked with this scene being displayed in front of him. The sounds of moaning, squelching of bodily fluids coupled with skins slapping as they fuck were intertwined with the sounds of butchering and screaming in the background. Seeing Kevin and Victor suffering as he was having sex was oddly satisfying for Adrian. For a moment, he should forget the fact that he was under someone else’s control and just enjoy this debauchery.

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DB Chapter 20

 20. You Are Mine

Devon smiles in the darkness. He knows that Adrian might not be able to see that sad and twisted smile of his due to the dimness of the room but he would very much like to ensure that Adrian could not see anything at all at this point. After all, Adrian being blind is the best form of his. To Devon, Adrian being deformed, blind and helpless is him being at his utmost beauty. “I want us to go back to that,” Devon spoke softly. His voice lingers in Adrian’s brain. His breath tickles the side of his ear. Devon takes a silk cloth that was placed by the side of the bed. Adrian couldn’t make out what colour it was. Everything looks black in the dark room. Everything looks like mere dark shadows. Devon wraps the silk cloth around Adrian’s eyes, ensuring that he could not even see a damn thing. Not even shadows.

He then spoke softly again by the side of Adrian’s ear, almost whispering. “They say that if you can’t see, your sensory stimulation is doubled. I want you to be blind again.” He traces Adrian’s cheek with the back of his hand before moving it down slowly, intentionally trailing along his neck, chest, waist, and hip. Where his hand stops moving, he forms a grip. Adrian felt shiver before it turned into a feeling of sharp pain as Devon’s nails dug into his skin. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you, Adrian… Even back when you were nothing, this is what I wanted,” Devon indicated. Yes. This is what he wants. To monopolise the man underneath him. To completely own him. Adrian, after all, had always been his.

Devon then begins to drag his nails that he had dug into Adrian's flesh along the skin. It forms visible red scratch marks on the porcelain fair skin. If Adrian could move, he would have jolted and squirmed in pain. “Mmph!!” Even with his mouth not being able to speak, the intense pain causes him to mumble a moan of pain. Devon’s evil chuckle rings in his ears. He enjoys listening to the almost inaudible sound. “Should I allow you to scream?” He asked and laughed aloud to his own question. “Of course not, Adrian. I want you to fight for it,” he spoke. “Fight for your own voice,” he whispers into Adrian’s ears and roars another round of laughter. He swiftly lifts Adrian’s legs up to his shoulders, spreading them wide like a feast prepared for the Gods in front of his eyes. He then licks the traces of the bleeding scratch marks he had left with his wet tongue, savouring the taste of Adrian’s blood. Without his demonic ability, Adrian couldn’t quickly heal from the wound. Devon then drops kisses and bites on every part of the skin accessible to his mouth. He is switching from a romantic lover to that of an angry beast from one moment to another. 

The kisses and bites were dropped from the bottom and they moved all the way up to his stomach, chest, and neck. His body rubs against Adrian’s soft dick until it is sparked to erect. Seeing it erect, Devon shows a sly smile and begins to play with it with his hand while licking the wet tip with his tongue. Adrian is thrusted into a sense of pain and pleasure interchangeably that it drives him crazy. Devon puts Adrian’s dick into his mouth. The walls of his mouth and tongue begin to work its magic on Adrian. Driven to madness with pleasure and pain, with his eyes not being able to see anything, the senses are doubled. Adrian couldn’t quite control himself. After all, this is actually the first time he ever felt so good being serviced with a blowjob. He spurts his semen uncontrollably onto Devon’s face, mouth and his own chest.

Devon chuckles again, ridiculing Adrian for cumming in such a short time. He cleans his own face with the bedsheets and wipes the remainder of Adrian’s cum with his palm. He then smears that very cum on Adrian’s asshole intending to use it as lubricant. Without a word of warning, with Adrian’s legs being opened wide defenselessly like that, he forces a thrust with his hard dick into Adrian’s tight asshole. Adrian screams in pain and shock. Devon laughed and spoke; “now I’m allowing you to use that mouth to scream.” He keeps forcing his dick in into the tight walls of Adrian’s asshole and Adrian keeps on screaming as he is aware that the skin in the area is tearing. He knows that he must’ve bled there too. “Devon!!” he yelled Devon’s name. He wanted to tell him to stop but he couldn’t form his next word which is ‘stop’ due to the indescribable pain he is feeling for the first time in his life. Devon only laughs aloud to the sound of Adrian’s painful cry and curses. 

Adrian is fucked savagely by Devon as he keeps on switching from being a romantic lover to a savage beast from time to time. In between the waves of him being rocked up and down by the thrusts of Devon’s dick, he can still hear him speak words intermittently.

“I’m the one that loves you the most, Adrian. No one else will love you like I do.”

“I will help you get your revenge. You don’t need to worry about that. You can rely on me.” 

“I’ve borrowed some of your abilities, you must be uncomfortable about it but you don’t need them. All you need is me.”

“You just be by my side… that’s all I want from you.” 

He also laughs and sometimes he sobs, lamenting on their ill-fated destiny. But he never stop his violent fucking.

“You have no choice anyway. You are mine now.”

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