" don't take my baby boy "

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⚠️ [ WARNING! ] ⚠️
- graphic scenes with grotesque imagery
- gore

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My eyes flutter open to a room devoid of life.

I whine as something pricks my eye; it's as if salt crystals are being pressed into my iris, but it's probably just the pain from being kneed in the gut by bone covered with a steel cap kicking in as I come to my senses.

As soon as my head stabilizes following the strange jab, I bring my eyes to inspect the area around me. There's one dimmed light covered by a lampshade stood atop a small cabinet in the corner farthest from me. The ceiling seems to be white, or maybe cream-colored — I'm not exactly sure — and the floor is either tile or cement. No— it's cement for sure.

The walls are pure crimson.

My eye sears once more, followed by the other. I cry out and attempt to raise my leaden limbs to stifle the pain. A series of clinks, and all i see is CHAINS CHAINS CHAINS clankClaNK — "No—"

The cuffs slide down my arms, rubbing against my raw wrists uncomfortably, and I stifle an injured cry with clashing teeth over lip. A warm fluid passes down my chin. Then my gut wrenches, and I itch to pound at it with my fists to tear away the hurt. Tears sting the corners of my eyes and my entire face is overtaken with pain. I hone in on one spot, stare down the lampshade like it's my enemy, narrow, narrow, breathe hard through my teeth, holding back sobs, and soon I begin to feel my senses calm a tad. The pain eases into a more comfortable buzz, and I unclasp my teeth from my quivering lip.

Everything around reeks of iron. Iron and damp books.

Maybe it's the stench, maybe the dank atmosphere, the pain — but I black out once again.

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The moment I regain consciousness, I begin to crave the solace of darkness once more.

My brain is pounding against the confines of my scalp again — I feel like dying. My eyes squeeze shut, enough to draw tears. I count — 1, 2.... 1, 2... 1, 2... The pain eventually dulls down to a faint buzz like last time.

My breath is constricted just like before, but now for a different reason. This time, a gag is tied into my mouth. I feel the crust of my dried saliva crack off of my dry skin when I widen my mouth in an attempt to stretch the uncomfortable sensation away. A stickier substance I presume to be the blood from before steadily peels from my chin. I cringe at the disgusting feeling.

Solitude, confusion — where am I, what will happen next, how will I get out — course through my mind, but they quickly fade away. A realization that this is my reality now, that there's no getting out of it, sinks in. I feel inhuman, not wanting to do anything about my condition. I just want to wait. If I wait it out, everything will become clear.

My eyes scan my surroundings like last time. This time, I catch sight of a sliver of silver looming across from me a small distance away and label this as light shining in from beneath a door. That must mean someone is out there. Who was it that took me, again?? Ah, Jae. Jae took me. He must have left my sanity behind. I feel shitty.

All I want to do is get this gag off of me so I can kiss him.

My eyes catch a shift in the lighting -- the silver is spreading into an ominous crescent across the floor. It reaches towards me as if it's a sharpened knife sliding outwards in search of my throat. An exhale flares my nostrils. The incoming light is stinging my eyes.

The door swings open; a foot steps through, followed by another. The sounds of something sliding across the floor rubs like sandpaper against my eardrums and my shoulders rise on their own in shock. "Well, well..."

I feel like crying, now. It's him. He has me. And he's bringing something towards me, sliding it across the floor to where I'm sitting in the corner. Whatever is in the bag he drags behind him reeks of rot. There is a thick trail of red following after the dragging bag.

Blood.

The gag holds back my strong desire to vomit as I begin to instinctively inhale more air through my nose.

"Looks like you were having a nice time while I was gone," Jae tells me, and now he's towering over me. His shadow passes over me as I hyperventilate, my eyes turned to the floor in search of something to focus my attention on so that I can forget the horrid stench and the vision of the sticky substance trailing from the door and the sensation of the strange objects in the bag, the shortness of my breath and the stench of iron closing in on me from the walls and from Jae's approaching hand. He grips my chin and pushes it up. My eyes sting with impending fluid. "Heard you... Replaced me?.." He looks me sharply in the eyes.

I feel like giving him my life.

My head shakes madly to signal No, no -- I would never, he was different, he was there and I love him but I love you too-- but Jae is already speaking once more with that smooth and way-too-calm voice of his. "I got you a gift while you were off whoring around."

My heart sears with my gut, and the gag swallows my cry of hurt. Jae hefts the bag up. The veins pulse up his arm, only slightly there yet blatantly obvious, like they did when, in the past, he pushed up my shirt to reveal my bruised stomach or grasped my hair to pull at it when I was pleasuring him. My scalp tingles with want for the contact. The bag lands in my lap, instead, atop my cuffed wrists. The gag stifles another cry of mine -- this time of physical pain and of disgust.

The blood is pooling onto me, still warm.

I sniffle while trying to catch my breath as Jae unties the bag. The cloth falls away, revealing the contents. My gut whirls when I catch sight of what the bag contains. The gag can no longer hold back my vomit -- I wretch repeatedly until vile liquid pours from the cracks my mouth allows.

They're mutilated bunnies, their guts spread amongst limbs, among eyeballs and skin and bone still attached to meat. All of it is covered in blood. The fur is tainted a permanent red. The eyes stare out at me, gaze hollow like my heart against my ribs. I can't look away though I desperately will myself to.

I always liked bunnies best.

Jae releases a dark chuckle, then pulls my head back up to look at him by my fringe. "You like my present, baby?" His blood-streaked thumb comes up to caress my cheek and the blood from the hand still gripping onto my hair slides down into my tear-brimmed eye. "I know you always liked'em." The thumb stops its tantalizing stroking, and I gag once more at the stench drifting up to my nostrils. "Now, now -- you shouldn't fuck up the present I got for yo--"

Suddenly, the door creaks open wider. I'm too busy trying not to pass out again to look over to it like Jae is doing. Jae hisses in anger and lets go of my hair. I hear his heels click over to the door. Once I stabilize slightly, my eyes shakily wander in the direction Jae went.

Brian is standing in the doorway, his arms crossed, and Jae is scowling at him a meter away. Wait— Brian?..

It all happens like a destined meeting between rivals. I see a spark light in Jae's crazed eyes, countered with the icy spikes emanating from Brian's irises as the two stare each other down.

I'm forced to watch from the sidelines. The gag is wet from the saliva and vomit running into it where it's blocking off my ability to breathe through my mouth, and I can just barely get enough oxygen in through my nose to keep myself from blacking out. The air is stuffy, and the urge to vomit again is overwhelming. It's all too much. Too fast, not fast enough... I want to get out of here, want to hold onto the fabric of Brian's crisp white shirt and cry into it, want to be held by Jae as he shushes me with his gentle voice. But what I need is this painstaking wait to end, for my feet to carry me away from here as quickly as possible — before I'm trapped forevermore in this hellhole with these two psychopaths who are willing to do anything to get what they desire.

What I need is not relevant, however. Even if I was given a chance to escape... I would still be forced to stay by my illogical subconscious.

I love them both too much to leave. Want them too much to leave.

Jae finally shifts onto one leg and growls out, "How did you fucking get in here?.."

Brian glares at him, pointed, sharpened. "Tracker."

Jae pushes a forced breath from between his teeth. My head is spinning from the smell of the rabbits and the sensation of a tiny hip jutting into my thigh. "Who the fuck are you?"

"He's mine."

Jae hisses. In the matter of a second, a pocket knife is aimed at Brian's throat. I stifle a yell — No!, don't--don't do it!! — but then Jae is muttering darkly beneath his breath in English. Brian has his own knife aimed at Jae's gut. "Fuck, man... Let's go about this nicely." I can tell that Jae is holding back his anger from how stiff his voice sounds. "We drop our weapons, you take your shit someplace else, and I won't bother to report you to the police. Kapich?"

"Bullshit," Brian grits out. The knife nears Jae's body a bit more. "I'll be fucking dead before I leave here without my property."

They continue to glare at each other, neither giving in. I feel my energy waning, exhaustion kicking in. But the adrenaline from having to watch my beloveds face each other like this keeps my eyelids from dropping. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if they brought harm upon each other...

"You cunt," Brian hisses out. "Give in already..."

Jae's knee raises just as Brian's elbow does, and the knives go flying into the air. Both clang onto the floor, and the pair follows, Jae wrestling Brian down onto the cement in a mad clashing of limbs. All I can see is a flurry of fists and legs and teeth, accompanied by a series of angered huffs and yells. I feel so dizzy, everything around is spinning like my lovers on the floor. The crimson walls are caving into me, and I cry unabashedly as I wait for all of it to just end.

The bunnies stare up at me hollowly, pleading for their lost lives.

Then everything grows still. Brian has Jae beneath him, and they are both panting. Jae holds onto a clump of Brian's hair. Brian has his hands around Jae's throat.

Their noses are touching.

"Your shitty name?" Jae murmurs. His fingers tighten on Brian's hair.

"Brian." Brian's fingers tighten as well, and Jae lets out a sifted breath full of pleasure. "Yours?"

"Jae," Jae croaks out. "How did you — hiss —fucking get in here--"

"Voice activated lock."

Jae hisses once more as Brian's fingers press further into his long neck. "Should've... fucking made it in Spanish--" He pushes Brian's head forward, and their mouths clash together in a kiss.

I have no choice but to watch, the bunnies growing cold on my lap. The blood sticks to my legs and hands like Jae sticking to Brian, their tongues lapping and teeth nipping. The appalling aroma of blood clings to my nose and plays with my woozy mind. Jae breathes out something in English between heavy kisses, and Brian replies with a growled-out answer of his own.

It's not every day you see the ones you love get intimate with one another -- two gorgeous bodies melding together, two pairs of equally-alluring lips clashing, two irresistible personalities mixing in a variation of whispers in a foreign language. My thoughts repulse me, but the scene before me draws repelling ideas out over and over across my scattered brain.

They look so fucking good together...
and I'm crashing into another blackout.