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fuck. balls. shit.
you are dave, and you have made the absolute worst mistake of your life, it seems.
you wake up, stretch, and look up, letting your eyes peer just above your glasses so you can see better in the dark morning filling your bedroom.
except, your laptop is open, thats weird. youre almost certain you closed it last night.
you push your glasses back onto your face properly considering the small light of pesterchum light mode, for ironic purposes, being open is more than enough to see through your sunglasses.
you walk over, neatly stepping over the crow that decided to walk its way into your room, and look at the screen thats open.
its messages between you and rose, but it doesnt look like the conversation that you had yesterday.
its from two years ago, according to the date, you didnt even know you could go that far back.
turntechGodhead: yeah idk its just.
turntechGodhead: hes so fucking weird sometimes
turntechGodhead: like when i strife with him yk
turntechGodhead: i black out probably from fucking blood loss and wake up naked in his bed
turntechGodhead: its funny and ironic and all but
turntechGodhead: i feel like its a bit,, weird
turntechGodhead: hes taken it like. wayyy to far
turntechGodhead: and then after i feel all gross and sticky and and sore
turntechGodhead: and its no dirty gross its like a gross thats in my blood, cant scrub it out of nothin
tentacleTherapist: I'm sorry.
tentacleTherapist: He what?
tentacleTherapist: Dave, how come you have never told any of us this before.
tentacleTherapist: You've long showed signs of sexual abuse like peeing the bed, having an infatuation with sexual organs at a young age, and not knowing social sexual boundaries in every day life.
tentacleTherapist: But I thought you were just showing signs of being heavily neglected and being away from society for so long.
tentacleTherapist: Dave I am so sorry.
tentacleTherapist: That is not normal
turntechGodhead: what
turntechGodhead: rose no its not like that
turntechGodhead: hes just being weird in an ironic way
turntechGodhead: nothing happens if it did id know, youd have known way long ago
turntechGodhead: let alone jade, she knows goddamn everything
tentacleTherapist: Ah, I see.
tentacleTherapist: Well I'm not going to argue with you. But please know we are here for you if something is going on. We want to help you, we want to be here for you.
tentacleTherapist: And, this may not be the time, but when the time comes I will be telling you that I told you so.
turntechGodhead: yeah yeah alright
turntechGodhead: gotta go rose
tentacleTherapist: Bye dave.
you dont know why you bothered reading for so long, you know whats goin on by the third message.
you werent supposed to tell, you knew that.
you are so, so stupid.
you hear some rustling behind you and when you turn back theres a note plastered to the inside of your door.
you close your laptop and get up to look at the note. the sun is coming up, so you dont need the light anyway.
"bro.
roof, lil man.
you know what to expect."
the note reads, you take a deep breath, with getting older you are facing less and less training and "winning" more and more.
you pick up your non-shitty katana and decide to walk your happy ass out to the roof.
on your way, though, you get stopped.
a hand grips your shoulder and before you can react by trying to slice it off a fist connects to your nose, youre out cold.
suddenly youre thirteen again. on the roof desperately trying to hit cal.
fucking cal.
youre failing miserably, youre starving and have drank nothing but apple juice for days. the summer heat blares down on you and you curse under your breath before trying a new move.
its where you jump up, spin and then sit the sword out to land a solid piercing hit.
its a great move, should work.
but, your wooden katana is so fucking heavy. solid oak. and it slows you down, makes your right side heavier. probably weighs half of what you do, so it weighs down your spin. makes you fall flat on your fucking face. inches from bros feet.
he crouches down and picks your head up
"you trying some shit on me? you think you can do shit without my training? im better then any fucking youtube video you could ever watch. you are absolutely nothing without me." he says to you and instantly its the truth.
he spits on your bloody face before smashing it into the ground.
your glasses break and when he lifts your face back up you can see his features so clearly its jarring.
"look at you, fucking pansy. covered in blood and spit and dirt face down in the ground. where you belong." he says and smashes your face back into the small puddle onto the ground before retching you back up by the hair, until youre on your ass, his hand still in your hair
"sometimes i forget youre a fucking tranny until times like this. youre not gonna be able to hide your girly little face behind your glasses forever. someday a real man is gonna see you for what you are. a fucking cunt. and youre gonna get fucked up." bro says and youre falling in and out of consciousness
but you know that you can fight back, you should. youve been taught to fight back.
so you use whatever strength you have to kick your leg. straight up into his nuts
"fuck!" he exclaims and drops your hair to reach down and cup his pain
"youll fucking pay, bitch" he yells- no, all but roars. and smacks you across the face.
it ends, and youre in your body again
its better, briefly, you realize youre on his bed, which is typical for a day like this. except somethings different this time.
hes here
not only is he here hes touching you
you cant really focus on anything, you dont know what sensations are real or phantom from the ending of that flashback(?)
youre face down again, haphazardly, as though you didnt do it yourself. its a struggle to breathe
you feel him against your legs and back
you turn your head to get a breath of air that doesnt get filtered through a pillow. under the assumption that he isnt actually there
"morning, lil man." he rasps from behind you and you freeze.
"aww dont act all scared now, baby bro. i can feel your cunt gettin wet." he coos at you and leans down to whisper into your ear
"just figured if you wanted to tell everyone shit, i might as well give you things to tell them." he continues whispering, you shudder
"stop-" you say and its meant to be demanding, meant to truly tell him off but it comes out breathy, like a moan, tears brim your eyes.
"nah, dont think i will. not if you keep making pretty little noises like that." he responds with a chuckle
he reaches up and palms at one of your tits and you realize he took your binder off
"yk, typically i dont cum inside you, just so i dont have to deal with you bitching about getting pregnant. but since youre here with me today, maybe ill give you a treat." he says like hes thinking outloud, not talking to you
but it lights up your nerves, makes you want to scream.
you dont have a lot of strength but the fear is filling your being, shots of adrenaline allowing you to fight. so you fight
you start to kick, at his thighs and his calves
he just laughs, so you do more
you reach back to hit at his chest and shoulders, kicking harder. digging your nails into his flesh trying to break skin
he just lets you, reacting minorly but continuing, you feel yourself dripping
you start screaming.
that seems to piss him off.
"cmon, be quiet for me baby." he says and then reaches down to rub slow circles on your tdick.
your scream gets cut off and replaced with a deep moan.
"see, lil man, you cant trick me. i know you better than you could ever know yourself." he says and drops most of his weight on you. keeping you from moving, making it harder to breath.
"dont ever try to hide this from me again, i know you want me, your pussy is pulling me in every stroke. i know you want to be barefoot and pregnant for your big bro." he says, meanly, and speeds up his thrusts and his hand on your dick
youre getting close. tears are falling down your face as you weakly shake your head no
"no? so then why are you gonna cum on my dick then, baby?" he questions and angles his hips differently, you know hes right. youre about to cum.
"youre just a prissy fucking cunt for me to fuck, have been since you showed up. you know your true purpose, you know that this is what youre meant to do. thats why its so hot to you. thats why youre gonna cum." he says and you tip over the edge, you think he keeps talking but you cant hear it.
you stay like that for a minute, unfeeling, pleasure so blinding it overrides all discomfort and sickness youre feeling. it feels so, so goodd
you start to come down from your high, youre devastated, but hes still going. still thrusting, if anything hes going faster. and the hand on your dick is now painful.
youre squirming by the time youre done cumming, whining and fluttering around his dick. brain unable to process anything but the pleasure that was once so so good but is now just pain, the discomfort is coming back. you feel like youre gonna throw up.
"awww poor baby, want me to stop?" he asks condescendingly
"YES, yes please no more, no more, too much- fuck- please-" you start begging, whole body twitching
he doesnt stop. instead he thrusts faster, you sob
"tell me- tell me baby say "please bro stop fucking my tiny pussy" bro says and you shake your head, not wanting too but then he starts to hit your spot again and you moan loud, loud enough to shock you into speaking
"fuck- fuck bro bro please stop fucking my tiny pussy please ill do anything just stop" you start babbling, begging him to stop, and as soon as the words leave your mouth hes thrusting in all the way and staying there.
you feel a flood of warmth and you start crying even harder
"bro- no please bro please" you say and he smacks your ass
"shut the fuck up." he says with an edge of danger and you instantly stop all noise from escaping your mouth
"good boy" he praises with a sigh and rubs comforting circles on the small of your back
warmth fills up in your chest at the same time as your stomach turns. youre so fucking sick.
you curl in on yourself and cry silently into the pillow at your face.
"dont you ever tell anyone about this. it will be worse." he says ominously and then pulls out, you hear the wet squelch of his half hard dick sliding out and you feel the gush of thick liquid spilling out, onto your thighs and the bed.
he pulls your folds apart and hear the shudder of a camera, you can barely find it in yourself to care
he smacks you on the ass one last time before slipping out of the room
you cry and cry until you feel like you cant anymore. you decide to curl up and get under one of the blankets to sleep.
when you wake up the sun is setting, you feel sticky and gross. your stomach turns again as you realize just how familiar this is to you.
you decide to get up and take a shower, theres a loud squelch when you bend to stand up and you decide to just do it as fast as possible to get it over with. you know bros gone, hes always gone by now so you dont worry about being quiet
you lock the door still, just in case
the water in bros bathroom is amazing, its never too hot or too cold and it has great water pressure and it is genuinely the only silver lining you can think of right now so you let yourself hold onto it.
while the water heats up you look at yourself in the mirror, taking your glasses off.
you have some new bruises on your face, thank god you dont have school for like a month. youll have to ask rose to splint your nose again.
you keep looking down until you notice a huge hickey sucked onto your neck, near your jaw. no way of hiding it with how hot it is. youll just sweat makeup off.
fuck. whatever. you decide to just get into the shower before its really warmed up. but its not that bad, so whatever.
you get your face under the water, letting it wash off most of the blood so you can get the rest off with your hands as quickly as possible.
its not time to wash your hair, so you dont, and instead you sit down on the little ledge in the shower and tackle cleaning up down there.
you know youre supposed to pee, so you do, and you know youre not supposed to use soap, so you dont.
your whole pussy feels like a turkey sandwich thats been sprayed with an ultra powered hose by the time you feel even a little bit better
but you feel a little better, so its fine.
you get to work washing the rest of your body, with soap, and you feel a little bit better by the time youre rinsing off.
now that the scabs on your face are soft you gently rub them away, leaving the ones right at the base of your nose for outside of the shower, when you have a mirror
you feel like you can breathe once most of the blood is gone, and the smell of iron is much much less now that youre done.
keeping your mind off of everything helps you feel better, much more than anything youre doing now. so you keep doing it
you sit in the shower for maybe twenty more minutes than you need to, but it feels nice
your hands are pruney so you decide its time to get out.
you get dressed in clothes you keep stashed away in this bathroom, so when your clothes are too dirty to put back on you can still get dressed.
as you reach your room theres a note on your door. amazing.
"bro.
ill be home early tonight.
be ready."
the note says and a feeling of dread fills your being from the ground up all over again.