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// This chapter contains rape, strong sexual content, sad thoughts, and mentions of abuse and sexual abuse. Please use caution if these trigger you!!!!!! You may skip to the next chapter if this one is too much 💙 stay safe when reading this book!  My beta reader for this book is a bit busy atm so if you find a mistake please let me know 😃   //

He can feel himself already getting worked up. That damn kiss...

Charlie: "What? You didn't think you two were friends did you?"

Crip: "Just go away!"

Charlie: "I'm not going anywhere. Except maybe to your shitty little apartment."

Crip: "You're not going near my house.."

Charlie: "Then you come with me. Simple fix."

He knew how this was gonna play out. Charlie would most certainly go to his apartment if he doesn't obey...Ugh this really was the WORST. He's already sore and upset!

Crip: "Fine."
He spits out with this "fuck you and your mom" attitude.

Charlie grins, satisfied. Crip didn't want anyone going to his apartment...it was the only place he felt safe. He'd never let anyone have their way with him there. Never.

So they head to Charlie's place. It's a goddamn mansion compared to Crips little apartment...Inside there's everything your typical rich boy could want...hot tub, fridge stuffed with fancy foods, a goddamn maid during the daylight hours...Lucky for Crip she'd already gone home. It was just the two of them, and they don't even make it past the doorway.

Charlie pushes Crip on his knees, and starts fishing himself out.

Charlie: "You ruined the mood making us come here so you can start the engine~"

Crip: "There's never a fucking mood.."

Charlie: "Shut up and suck. If I feel teeth you'll get another black eye."

Crip scowls, but starts his "job" so to speak. He's good at it, or so he's been told. It doesn't take long for Charlie to harden up, which is rather distasteful for Crip. Charlie grabs Crips hair and starts being rough, shoving his cock in the back of his throat. That'll definitely be sore tomorrow...

He doesn't wanna cum like this though, oh no. He wanted to make Crip climb into his bed.

When he pulls out, Crip gags a bit.

Crip: "You fucker-"
He manages to mumble out before gagging again. God his throat hurt now...

Charlie: "Bed~"

Crip finally composes himself and stares up, showing how unwilling he was. Why couldn't they just fuck here on the floor like the animals they were? Why a bed? Beds are for lovey-dovey-couples that didn't FORCE this kind of thing!

Charlie: "Do what you're told, or maybe tomorrow I can arrange a little gang bang. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Crip: "-NO!"

Charlie knew about something. Something that happened in the past...the reason why his ankle was fucked up...the reason why he lives in constant fear of his gang.

Charlie: "Oh come on, it couldn't have been that bad. You're just pathetic~"

Crip: "Shut up! It WAS that bad!"

Before he can protest further, Charlie yanks him by his hair, forcing him to the goddamn bedroom.
He throws him on the bed, and Crip backs all the way to the headboard until there's no where left to run.

Charlie: "Lucky for you I don't like to share~"

That's right. He's all talk anyways.

Charlie: "Spread em."

He says and Crip holds his legs as tight as he could while Charlie forces them open, tugging his jeans off as if he didn't care if they ripped apart.

When he enters there's no foreplay. There's no pause for him to adjust. There's no soft words or "are you ok" to help this situation.

No.

There's just sex.

Painful, scary, horrible, sex. Crip is used to this though. His mother made sure he was used to this at a young age. All the dirty old men she sent to his room so she could have her drugs...so SHE could have it all.

Suddenly he feels warm liquid running down his cheeks. He's crying...and Charlie is smiling about it, thinking it's because of him.

How silly, to think anyone would ever care about him.