Chapter 5 - The After Party part 2

Josh POV

He checks in, and the receptionist recognises me, and I offer her a small smile. I usually come here with Archie for lunch, they have the best mushroom Risotto in town, and I am a sucker for it. Once we get to the room, he pushes me against the wall, and I forget all about Archie and Leticia as soon as his lips collapse against mine.

He starts to push me harder against the wall while taking my jacket off.

“Calm down”, I say between kisses.

He takes my jacket off and throws it somewhere on the floor, and after he takes his. Our hands move between our bodies, stripping each other as fast as we can. He’s fast, and I like it. I don’t like guys who don’t know what they want. That brings you to their room and then pretends not to be interested in sex. But then this is going too fast.

I break the kiss, and I put both my hands on his shoulders, separating our naked torsos from each other. I look him in the eyes and smile, “Should we get a drink first?”, I ask taking not step away from him, but he pulls me from the front of my trousers to him and collapses his lips against mine again. Hot. I'm not going to complain about this.

All of a sudden, there’s a knock on the door. What the hell? Who the fuck is it? Did he order room service? Uhhh kinky.  Sebastian pulls away from me. He looks me up and down and opens the door as he passes one hand through his hair. I am confused. What the hell? He goes from all fifty shades to zero in a millisecond. His eyes look distant and cold, and he doesn’t look like the same men I was just making out with just now. Two men are standing at the door with wicked smiles on their faces. They all shake hands in a boyish way, and I can’t help but take one step away from the door. I’m feeling extremely naked seeing those three guys looking at me. And trust me, I’m usually down for any kinky shit thrown at me, but this is getting a bit intense.

“What is going on?” I ask. Looking at the three-man now standing in front of me.

“Is this the faggot?”, One of them asks Sebastian, and he nods his head. Sebastian grabs his shirt from the floor and puts it back on without looking me in the eyes.

“What the hell?”, I ask looking at Sebastian.

“You were looking too cosy there, Sebastian”, One of the guys says, and he shrugs his shoulders.

“Just doing my part in getting the faggot here”, Sebastian says, rolling up his sleeves.

“On your knees bitch”, One of the guys says as Sebastian takes a step back and watches as they both approach me.

“Get away from me”, I let out, I can’t lie. I am actually afraid right now. I’ve never been in a situation like this. I know a few people that have suffered from humiliation and aggression because of their sexuality, but I’ve never done and now. Look at me. Trapped in a room with three guys that are willing to hurt me.

“I didn’t agree to this”, I say as one of them punches me in the nose, and I fall back, hitting the back of my hand on the coffee table. I feel the blood drip from my nose and stinging pain in the back of my head. Shit.

The three of them burst out laughing as I put both my hands on my nose, and I try not to let the tears fall.

“Grab him”, the taller one says.

The other one and Sebastian grab me. I try and fight them off, but they get me up, and the other punches me in the stomach. They start to beat me and insult me. Sebastian grabs my hair pulling it back while the others tear my clothes apart. I keep trying to fight back, but it’s worthless. I am now naked in front of them, and they are willing to hurt me.

I've never done anything to them before. I've never even seen them before in my life. Why are they doing this to me? What have I done so wrong to deserve this?

I close my eyes and try to pretend I’m on a beach somewhere. The beating keeps going and the spitting, and all the other things they keep doing. They bend me over the bed, and I can’t help but think of Archie. I hope he is okay. I know they will end up killing me. I feel myself drift off as soon as another punch hits my ribs.

I try to open my eyes, but I can’t. I try to move, but I can’t. Everything hurts, and I can’t. Slowly I move my hands looking around, but I can’t find anything.

I think of Archie, how his beautiful blue eyes spark every time he finds something funny, but he is not supposed to, how he smiles sideways when he’s thinking of something he shouldn’t. He used to be so carefree when we were younger. I remember the day we met. He looked so scared when he was brought to our shared bedroom. I was only there for two months when he arrived, but I had already made sure people wouldn’t mess with me. I took him under my wing. He is my last thought before I start to think about asking for help.

“Help”, I try to say, but nothing comes out.

“Help”, I let out as a whim, and I hear the door burst opened and someone gasping.

“Mr Green, I’m calling 911”, I hear a female voice say. I can’t really move, so I close my eyes again and allow myself to drift off.