Warning: the following chapter may have depicted images that include sexual violence and can trigger some people, so reader discretion is advised.
Elliot sighed and forced himself out of my embrace and started walking to the front door to where the policemen were waiting for him. My mind was still puzzled trying to figure out what is going on, but without a second thought I grabbed Elliot and asked him why the police were here. All he said was “It’s fine, just go home”, and while I was still trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth which made my heart ache, he slipped away from my grasp and left with the police peacefully. When I finally snapped out of it, I realised that Elliot was taken away, my legs moved on their own as if they had a mind of their own as my heart raced with concern. I had a million questions running through my mind, and I wanted answers. My feet slammed on the wooden steps, creaking loudly with every step I took, but that didn’t phase me. Once I was outside I saw Elliot entering the police car with his hands cuffed behind his back stopping me in my tracks, as my body and mind suddenly shut down in confusion, trying to understand what is going on.
Elliots POV
What has just happened… I have been planning my suicide for a while now and I was just about to do it before Christopher suddenly came in. He shocked me so much by being here even though I told him not to come, I guess he isn’t the type to do what he is told sometimes. But honestly he was even more handsome than I ever imagined, like how could someone look that good, that should've been the thing that is illegal. It was great seeing him for the first time after all the letters we have sent each other. But, of course the police had to come in and ruin everything even more. I sighed as I looked out the window that showed a storm brewing, which was reflecting my feelings all too well. As I remembered the feeling of being held in Christopher’s arms, feeling so safe and warm that I never wanted to let go, I longed for his touch to surround me again.
As I was being driven to the police station in the back of the police car, there were bars in front of me, separating the police officers with myself, reminding me that I was indeed a criminal even though I had forgotten that.
Once we arrived at the station I was taken to the holding cell to then be taken to the jail, which was where I was going to call home for a while.
When I entered the jail everyone was looking at me as I was the “fresh meat”. Their stares felt deadly and dangerous, as I could tell that they were invested in how long I would last here, and to be honest, so was I.
Only a couple hours in of being in the jail, I already was starting to get some unwanted attention. Some of the guys would wolf whistle towards me when I would walk past them, which wasn’t anything new to me as my life outside and a part of the gang was like this too. Constant catcalling, wolf whistling, abuse, to the point where I don’t even feel anything about it anymore, I just feel… numb inside now. But since these things were already happening, I intuitively knew that my time here wasn’t going to be smooth sailing at all.
A couple days went by and the acts towards me started getting more forward and aggressive as most of the guys would now get all touchy, grab or slap my ass whenever I walked by. I knew that something really bad was going to happen to me soon, but since I didn’t know when, my heart would skip a beat with every inappropriate touch by the others causing me to be constantly on edge.
On the other hand, Chris has visited me once since I was put in here. The visit was short and brief, so I didn't have any time to explain anything which made it slightly awkward, but I reassured him that I was ok which I could tell brought him some relief, but hardly any. He told me that he would visit again tomorrow which brought a smile to my face, thinking of seeing him again. I appreciate how he is trying so hard to get me out of here, but I can’t help but feel guilty for putting him in this mess and making him worry like this. But the fact that he is still here trying to help me after all that has happened, brings warmth and happiness to my heart, making me feel truly loved for once in my life.
The afternoon before Christohper's visit, a bunch of guys that I already knew from the gang, snuck into my cell. I thought they were just coming in for a talk but instead the four of them locked me in there with them and pulled their pants down exposing their dicks. The situation reminded me of the many times this exact thing has happened to me almost daily. The guys from the gang would come back from a job, wanting to release their frustration, and so since the gang knew I was gay as they were protecting me from others, they would constantly use me as their play thing who couldn’t resist, meaning they could do whatever they wanted to my body. I should have known that these guys would have knowledge of my main role in the gang, prostitution. I immediately submit towards them, letting them have full control over my body. They shoved their whole dicks into my mouth one-by-one, thrusting deep into my throat, so they could become erect. Then while aggressively grabbing my body, choking, slapping and pinning me down, not caring about me at all, they exposed me. Forcefully and abusively, they entered inside me, roughly using me for their own pleasure, passing me around to the next guy after they each released themselves inside of me, only being a toy and a cum dumpster to them. After they were all done they just left me lying on the floor all alone, exhausted and used, all exposed, with their cum still flowing out of me. Leaving me there to do nothing but feel sorry and ashamed of myself, for feeling empty inside and not caring about this anymore, to the point of even enjoying it a little.
As promised, the following day Christopher visited me. I almost didn’t want to go see him because I didn’t want him to see me all bruised, injured and exhausted, because I didn’t want to worry him anymore than he already is, but I knew that if I didn’t show up that too would also worry him even more. So I tried my best to hide the injuries on my body before seeing him and plastered on my fake smile, to tell him that “everything was all okay” yet again, even though that wasn’t the truth. But he needs to hear that, he doesn’t need anything else to stress or worry about. I have already gotten too much help from him. What I really needed was a way to get him to believe me when I say that everything is fine and that he should go back home and forget about me because that’s what’s best for him, but no matter how many times I push him away he still sticks by me even with everything that has happened these past couple of days.
Funny extra (not actually part of the story):
As Elliot was being taken away in the police car the sirens softened, but then suddenly they increased in volume again. As I saw a police car driving back towards me I was completely puzzled as to why. The officers got out of their vehicle and started walking towards me. I asked them if they needed anything and they replied with “ Christopher Turner you are under arrest on the account of being too handsome.” I froze in shock and confusion of what they just said as they were cuffing me. Leaving me to think only one thing “What?!?!”
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