Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 20:40:49 -0700
From: Mike Moreno <moremike588@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eternal Night, Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Heat

I cried all weekend long. I didn't want to get up or leave my room, and act
like everything was okay so I laid in my bed for a whole week. I didn't
even go to school. Diego didn't care about my feelings and still forced me
to have sex with him. He seemed to be enjoying my depression because he
felt like he had finally broken me and now he was all I had left. After he
locked me in our room, he took my mom to be cremated. Acerbes didn't allow
burials for humans, they did anything to be as cruel as possible. Diego
wasn't arrested for murder since Acerbes can do anything they want and he
became my legal guardian since he was older than sixteen and in the eyes of
the Acerbes he was an adult. I could tell my life was about to get even
more horrible.

I wake up in the morning with sore, sticky eyes and I can feel the dried up
tears on my cheek.  I'm extremely tired and feel like I didn't get a second
of sleep at all last night. All I could do these days was worry about what
was going to happen. The more time that passed, the more I worried about
what Diego had in store for me. I know that Diego is my future, but I
haven't realized that until now. I guess seeing how he murdered my mother
made me realize how he can easily take away anything I have. He's asleep
right now and I enjoy the silence. I feel like I'm actually alone, and
having no one seems better than having Diego. I try to go back to sleep but
my eyes hurt every time I close them and the cold keeps bothering me. I
take in the silence and wonder if this is what it feels like to be dead;
never doing anything but just being there and nothing can hurt you. It
sounds boring, but at least it's safe. I keep enjoying the silence but it
doesn't last very long because Diego finally wakes up and starts kissing
the back of my neck. I can hear his thoughts and a tear forms in my
eye. He's glad he killed my mom because there's no one standing between us
now, and I'm his all the time with no one to stop him or argue. His
thoughts make me feel worse and all I want to do is kill myself. I can't
learn to live a life where Diego is the only thing I live for. I feel a
pain in my chest and I feel like I'm about to lose control but I stop
myself.

"I'm gonna make breakfast," I say before I pull away from his grasp and
quickly walk out the room without giving him a chance to say anything. It's
the only way I can stop myself from doing something drastic. As I'm walking
towards the kitchen I curse myself for not wearing any socks since the
floor is so cold. The house is also cold and I'm only wearing Diego's
boxers which makes me shiver, but I don't want to go back to our room.

I pull out the egg carton from our refrigerator and begin to make Diego his
breakfast. The smell disgusts me and I want to throw up since I haven't
eaten that much in the past few days. I cover my nose with my hand and turn
away from the smell. I can feel the cold floor biting at my skin and I
constantly shuffle around to keep them from freezing and going numb. Diego
eventually gets up and while I'm making his eggs he wraps his arms around
my waist and puts his head on my shoulder. The weight of his head feels
heavy, and it makes my shoulder sore. As soon as I finish making his food I
shrug him off and put his plate on the table. He looks like he wants to say
something but I make it obvious that I don't care at the moment, so instead
he walks to the table and begins eating his food. I just stand where I am
and watch him. Even though it's obvious I'm ignoring him, it doesn't matter
since in the end I give him what he wants.

"So are you going to visit your parents today?" I say. Once a month Diego
goes into town to see his parents just to let them know he's okay since
they need to check up on him every now and then.

"Well I don't know what I'm gonna do with you," he says, speaking about me
as if I were a child, "I usually let Jonathan watch over you at school, but
since you haven't been going for a while..."

"If you don't go, they're going to come here and neither of us wants that."
Diego's parents made me feel terrible and thought I wasn't good enough for
their son since I wasn't an Acerbis, and they would always argue with Diego
about it. I was hoping that they would convince him to get over me, but he
wouldn't let me go.

He doesn't say anything so I give up and say, "Fine then, I'll just go to
school." He smirks and seems to be satisfied that he's won. I'm not sure if
I can handle going to school but I really can't stand being here another
day with him. He finishes his food and sits on the table. He grabs my hands
and forcefully pulls me into him.

"Get on your knees," he says seductively and I have to comply. I pull his
cock out through the opening in his boxers and slowly suck down on it. I
savor how his dick feels on my tongue and I taste sweat and precum. He
moans softly and he seems to enjoy the slow pace of his blow job.  He grabs
my hair and pushes my head down until I feel his rough pubic hair on my
cheek. He pulls me up quickly and brings my head back down slowly. Soon he
gets rougher by pushing my head down harder and faster, and I feel like
there's a knife cutting my throat. My eyes get watery and my throat goes
numb with so much pain. He pulls my mouth of his dick and tells me to
stroke it through his grunts. I do as he says and jack him off quickly.

"Ugh, swallow it," he yells. I move my mouth closer to his dick and he cums
into it and his semen travels down my throat which makes the pain sting. He
kisses me on the forehead and leaves the room to call Jonathan without even
saying anything. I run my hand across my face and pull my hair in
frustration. I'm dreading returning to school since I'm not ready to face
other people, most of whom hate me, but I have to deal with it.

Diego and I get ready, but I stay away from him as much as I can. I can
tell he's getting annoyed by it now since I can hear his thoughts but I
don't say anything. Jonathan arrives and Diego kisses me goodbye without
even going outside to greet Jonathan. Just like every morning the air is
cold and attacks my skin mercilessly. I walk up to Jonathan's car and he
opens the door to the passengers seat. Craig isn't with him.

"Where's Craig?" I say after I sit down and close the door. I feel
uncomfortable since I know that Jonathan is obsessed with me. He wasn't
like this the first time we met, but eventually his desire began to
grow. He's watched over me other times but it's like he's growing more
desperate and it scares me that he'll actually do something to calm his
desires.

"He's not feeling well," he says without turning to face me. I know that
Jonathan would never leave Craig out of his sight and it makes me want to
run back inside the house and lock myself in my room. I start to wonder if
Diego really is worse than Jonathan. Jonathan starts the car and drives
away from the house and throughout the whole ride I'm too scared to look at
him and I keep my eyes closed. I try to keep my mind off of everything and
try to find some solace but I can't think of anything that relaxes me.

I'm trying so hard to tune everything out that I don't even bother to
listen to his banal thoughts and I'm just hoping he takes us to school. A
few minutes later I can feel the car come to a stop and when I open my eyes
I realize that we're nowhere near our school.

"Jonathan?" I say confusedly. I look over at him and he has a hungry look
on his face. I breath loudly as he turns off the car and takes off his seat
belt. He leans over and places a kiss on my lips. I immediately push him
off but he fights back and he's a lot stronger. He pulls the lever on the
side of my seat which makes it go back. It takes me by surprise and I
struggle even more to fight him off. I want to stop him but there's another
part of me that wants him to go further and for a second I'm into it, but I
won't allow myself. I try as hard as I can to say something, and I finally
decide to bite his lips. He pulls away and slaps me with his backhand.

"You fucking bitch," he says as he puts his hand on his mouth.

"If you do this, I'll tell Diego and you know what he's capable of if you
upset him," I say.

"Then I'll just tell himself you offered yourself to me," he says as he
leans forward again.

"He knows I'm not dumb or desperate enough to actually do that, and as much
as I hate it: I belong to Diego, and that means I don't have to do anything
you say," I say confidently. There was no way I was going to give Jonathan
what he wanted because then he would just come back for more and it would
eventually reach a point where I wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Fine then, but one of these days Diego is going to slip up, and I'll be
right there to steal you away, and I won't be as nice as I am now." I don't
say anything and I look outside the window so that I don't have to face
him. This confrontation kind of helps me get over my fear of him and I'm a
bit more relaxed. I pull my seat back up and Jonathan turns the car on and
this time he drives to school. As he drives away a part of me wishes I had
let him go further.

At school everything is the same way it has been before so it's not that
bad. I see Alice again and she's glad to see me but she also says that
Craig hasn't been at school for the last two days which makes me
worry. Alice says that before he stopped coming Craig had said that
Jonathan had been losing his temper more easily and was getting even
angrier at him. My fear is slightly assuaged when I realize that if
Jonathan had killed Craig, he wouldn't have to keep it a secret but I know
there's something wrong. Throughout the day I don't really pay attention to
what's going on but I pull myself through. Before I could just break down
and cry and let my emotions out but I can't do that at school which makes
the adjustment harder.

I'm on my free period right now and I'm in our school lounge which is a
small room that no one ever goes to. I enjoy being there since it's quiet
and I'm alone. The only thing I can hear is the air conditioner, and it's a
constant reminder that I forgot my jacket in Jonathan's car. I could ask
him for it but after that encounter earlier I was too afraid to talk to
him. I worry that he's right and that one day Diego will let me out of his
grasp and Jonathan will take me away. What scares me the most is the
thought of what he might do to me. He's clearly a lot more desperate than
Diego and he'll do whatever it takes so I can become his. I'm so caught up
in my thoughts that I don't even notice someone walking into the room until
I feel a cold set of hands covering my eyes and dry lips on my
forehead. There's only one person who tries to surprise me that way.

"Sean?" I say before I remove the hands covering my eyes and see my secret
lover. I jump up from my chair and immediately kiss him. I put my arms on
his shoulders and back as he puts his hands on my waist. I enjoy how soft
his lips feel compared to Diego's. I met him in seventh grade and I liked
him but Diego was already starting to gain control of me. We started going
out secretly a few months ago even though we never really went out, but we
kissed one time and realized that we had gained deep feelings for each
other over the years.

"C'mon let's hide," he says before he grabs my hand and leads me to a spot
that's hidden by tables and chairs that are stacked up. If anyone comes in,
they won't be able to see us. It had been two months since I last saw Sean
and seeing his face just made me feel better. We both had the same body
structure but he was a lot more muscular, he had blonde hair, brown eyes,
and was about two inches taller than me. I wanted to kiss him again, but
first I wanted to talk to him since it had been two months since we last
spoke. We both sat on the floor and I got as close to him as I could.

"I found out Diego wasn't here, and I knew you had a free period so I just
had to see you," he says. I feel like I'm about to cry and we both get on
our backs so I can put my head on his chest.

"I missed you so much," I say as a tear forms in my eye.

"I'm so sorry about your mom," he says as he runs his hand through my hair
and wipes off my tear.

"I wish you were always here for me, things have just gotten a lot harder
and you're the only one that actually listens to me." I want to tell him
about Jonathan, but I don't want to make him angry or upset. All I want is
his love and warmth because it's the only heat I feel in this cold, dark
world. I tilt my head up and I feel his lips on mine.  There's no tongue
but I love the way my mouth feels right against his. Soon he's on top of me
and we start making out in a passionate rage. I want to feel his lust and I
can't find the strength to let him go. Without him I feel weak and
powerless. He puts all his weight on me and it takes away my breath but all
I want to do is demonstrate my love to him.

"I want you Sean," I say in between our kisses, "I want you to make love to
me."

He pulls away from our kiss and I sigh. After all this time he still
doesn't want to have sex. Every time I bring it up he tries to change the
topic.

"Cyrus, I love you I really do, but I want our first time to be more
special than doing it on a cold floor. I want to do it a day when we can be
together, the right way."

"Sean that's never going to happen. I hate it when Diego has sex with me. I
never feel anything unless he forces me to. I want to know what sex with
actual love feels like," I say with my mouth barely an inch away from his.

"I'm sorry Cy, but I when I make love to you, I'm going to do it the way
you deserve it." His answer satisfies me and I don't press the matter any
further. A few seconds later I hear his thoughts and see he's willing to
compromise.

"What are you thinking?" I say even though I know.

"That we can still have some fun," he says before he starts kissing and
nuzzling my neck. I moan softly and unbutton the first two buttons on
Sean's shirt. It doesn't show much but I can see his pecs and it makes him
look a lot more sexy and seductive. He kisses my bruises and every part of
me makes me wish that he caused them, but at least he does a better job of
nursing my wounds than Diego. He pulls my shirt off and his lips move to my
shoulders. We switch places and I start kissing his neck but in a more
tempting way. I eventually unbutton his whole shirt but instead of taking
it off I leave it open. I haven't given him a blowjob yet but I have given
him a handjob. It's pretty much the farthest we've gotten sexually. I unzip
his pants and search for his dick before I slightly pull down his grey
briefs. I slowly begin to stroke his seven inch cock, and while I'm doing
that I lick his 6-pack and kiss each ab. He thrusts his hips upward and I
move my lips to his neck and softly bite and kiss it but I make sure I
don't hurt him. He tries to kiss me, but I don't let him because he likes
to be teased even though he doesn't know it. I can hear how his mind
screams with pleasure. He starts groaning and I stroke his dick faster and
faster until he finally cums. His semen lands on his stomach and as it
slowly slides down, and it leaves a part of his stomach glistening. He
gathers up a bit of his cum on one finger and slides it into my mouth. I
suck on it until it's completely clean.

"Your turn," he says before he reaches into my pants and takes out my six
inch cock. He does the same thing to me, but he's much more seductive and
dominant, and I have to cover my mouth from moaning so loudly since I
almost forgot we're still in school. It takes about five minutes but when I
finally cum, my semen lands all over my stomach. He gathers up all my cum
into his mouth and kisses me. I love the way my semen is switching between
my mouth and his and I curl my toes. After that we both zip up our pants
and I put my head on his chest again.  That's the closest we've ever gotten
to sex before but we've only done it twice. I don't care because I love
this infancy. The bell rings but we still have two classes left before the
day ends and I prefer to stay here and ditch my classes. We talk a bit more
about anything we can but soon I fall asleep in his strong arms.

"Cyrus... Cyrus wake up," I hear someone say, but I'm not sure if it's
real. I don't want it to be real, I just wanna stay here in Sean's arms and
pretend that everything's going to be okay.  Sadly, that's not the case.

"What is it?" I say once I'm wide awake.

"The bell's going to ring in a few minutes and I don't want you to be late
with Jonathan." Right now I'm pretty sure Jonathan is willing to do
anything to get me in trouble, so I get up and put my shirt back on while
Sean buttons his up. Before I walk away, Sean pulls me towards him one last
time and kisses me. I treasure every second until my breath finally runs
out.

"Please don't wait two months to talk to me again," I say while he still
has his arms wrapped around me.

"Trust me, I'll talk to you whenever I can. I promise," he says before
giving me one final peck on the lips, "I love you."

"I love you too," I say. And there's so many other things I want to say,
but I'm stopped by the bell. We get out of our hiding place and part
ways. While I'm walking away from him I look back and I don't turn away
until he's finally out of my sight.

"Hey there," someone says before grabbing me and forcing a kiss on me. I
want to push this person away but the kiss feels familiar and I realize
it's Diego. I hope he can't taste the cum and tell I was with someone.

"I thought you were gonna be gone all day," I say as I slowly pull away
from him.

"Yeah but the visit with my parents ended early so I came for you since I
missed you so much," he says, trying to be sweet even when I know what he
really is.

"Let's just go," I say, and I walk away. From his thoughts I can tell that
he's getting upset with my attitude but at this point I really don't care
about what he thinks. Being with Sean reminded me about the way I really
felt about Diego. On the drive home he tells me how things went with his
parents and I zone out, but I occasionally nod and say something to make
him believe that I'm actually listening.

"Are you hungry," I say when we get home and walk inside the house.

"Yeah," he says, and he doesn't have to say anything else to let me know I
have to make him something to eat. He sits down on a chair while I make his
food and every time I accidentally smell the food I want to throw up. I'm
trying to get used to eating again but I've only nibbled on certain
foods. Diego hasn't noticed but I'm sure he wouldn't care either way. He
gets up and puts his hands on my waist like this morning and I try hard not
to push him way. He squeezes my waist and grinds his dick on me like he's
waiting for me to give in. My own dick doesn't move a muscle. I finally
finish making his food and I put it on a plate.

"Here," I say as I push the plate into his hands.

"Are you gonna eat with me," he says as he inches towards me.

"I don't think so," I tell him before I walk away.

"Damn it, Cyrus," he says after throwing the plate on the floor, "What do
you want me to do?"

"What are you talking about?" I say without facing him.

"I want you to be more committed to this relationship and act like you
actually give a fuck. You don't even try to please me anymore."

"What do you expect from me? You control my every move and you killed my
mom. You don't care about my feelings, so why the hell should I care about
yours."

"I did that because I love you. I want to be the only important person in
your life."

"You have a funny way of showing your love," I say before finally getting
the courage to face him.

"I don't care how long it takes, but I won't be satisfied until you feel
the same way I do."

"Don't hold your breath," I say as I begin to walk away.

"Get back here you fucker," he says before he runs up to me and grabs my
arms. I pull my hands away and without thinking, I punch him from all the
anger I have.

"You shouldn't have done that," he says, shaking with anger.

"Go to hell," I hiss at him. He grabs me by my shoulders and pins me down
on the kitchen table.  I can feel his poisonous breath on my face and I try
not to inhale it.

"I will, but I'll do everything I can to drag you down with me," he says
with rage. He pushes his lips on mine and for the first time I try to fight
him off, but he's stronger than me. He knows he can use his power to make
me hungry for his dick, but fighting me just feeds his ego. It reassures
him that he's dominant over me and he can do whatever he wants to his
bitch. He also wants me to know how strong his grip on me is. I manage to
slip out of his arms but he throws me against the wall and slaps me. I fall
to the floor and on my way I hit my head on the table. I don't pass out but
I find it difficult to move and everything becomes blurry. Diego scoops me
up in his arms and carries me to the couch. He likes having sex there since
there's less room and we have to be really close to each other.

"It doesn't matter if you don't love me because you'll always be mine," he
says before he smashes his lips on mine. He lets out a deep breath and I
force myself to breathe it in to lessen the pain. At least I'll actually
want sex. His breath can make me aroused and while his power can do the
same thing, with his breath I feel the need to please myself, but I don't
lose my mind about it. He slowly drags his tongue across my face and
nibbles on my ear. He kisses my forehead and kisses his way down to my
neck. He sucks and kisses it until he finally bites me. A moan escapes my
lips and my body mistakes it for pleasure.

"See... You're enjoying this you dirty little slut." He pulls off the
boxers I'm wearing which are his and rims me for about a minute. I enjoy
the pleasure of his tongue swirling around my hole and my legs open up
more. He digs his face into me and moan comes out with a higher pitch but
it's not girly. I clutch the couch's fabric and bite my tongue. When he
finishes he spits into his hand and rubs saliva on his dick. I prepare
myself for the pain. He slowly slides it into me and he pushes himself into
my body until he goes the farthest he can go. He slowly slides out and
repeats the process. He wants me to feel every thrust and wants my pain to
last. I moan and stare into his eyes as he fucks me. My eyes sting so I
close them and my head falls to the side. He kisses the side of my neck and
eventually kisses me on the lips. He starts going faster and I moan louder
until he grunts loudly and I can feel his cum inside me. He slides my
boxers back on and puts a blanket over us. He holds me in his arms and I
let him. I need the heat to at least give me some comfort. I feel so broken
right now and I feel like there's no escape. The only way to make things
better is act like I actually love Diego. He fucks me again and again and
again until I lose track of how many times he's raped me, and I grow so
tired I fall asleep with his dick still pumping inside me.

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