Ch 3: PRESENT

EASTON

March 2024—Oakdale City

Throbbing.

My ass was fucking throbbing and my whole body felt like it got ran over by a truck. Well, Ilay Lermontov was no different from a fucking truck.

Everywhere hurt. Not just my butt hole, but my heart, and... Everywhere. Every fucking part of my body hurt.

I heard the sound of shower running, and I took that as a clue that Ilay had disappeared into the bathroom after he was done using my body as his cum dumpster.

I didn't know how many hours had passed because I remembered passing out after going at it for a few hours.

But knowing Ilay, he must have continued drilling into me even after I passed out. Nothing ever stopped him from fucking me to his satisfaction.

Fucking monster!

"Hmmph!" I winched, tried reaching for my phone but I couldn't even remember where Ilay had dumped it when we got here.

He still didn't want me to know the location of this place, so he always took my phone everytime he brought me here. Maybe he didn't want me to track our location?

Who knows?

"Ilay, this bastard!" I moaned out in pain, my legs quivering as I tried standing up from the bed, but I couldn't even stand on my own feet so I fell back into bed.

I stifled a harsh grunt when my butt landed roughly on the stone bed.

"He's going to ruin me." I sobbed quietly, tears rolling down my eyes as I moved my hand to caress my butt cheek.

"It hurt. It hurt so much." Tears flowing down my eyes like a dam burst as I carefully massage my crack.

My hole had always been like this ever since that bastard got out of jail.

It was my fault that he was in jail, after all. But he should have known I did what I did because I was scared.

More tears rolled down my eyes as I tried not to think of that night, but it was too hard.

The sight of blood. The dead bodies. Ilay Lermontov standing over the two bodies. Bits of brain and blood stuck to the hammer.

It was just too much.

The memories of that night were just too sickening.

I absentmindedly clenched my butt and I could feel pain moving from my butt and went straight to my head, and then back to my crack.

"How am I going to attend the All Stars interview in the morning in this state?" I sighed, sniffing when I felt something sticky escaping my ass hole.

I swiped my fingers over the mess and brought it to my face.

"It's his cum." I hissed, glaring at the disgusting thing on my hand. It made my stomach churn and the urge to barf was just too strong.

He didn't even bother to clean me up? What a fucking jerk!

I groaned inwardly, clashing my teeth together as anger surged through me like a fucking wave.

"What was I expecting from a man like him, anyways? Not like he ever care for my body." I grumbled, biting down on my lower lip as I carefully wiped my fingers on my thigh without moving my body.

Didn't want to do anything that would make my butt ache even more than it already did.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the bathroom door creaked and I held my breath, knowing he would soon be joining me in this room.

Being in the same room as Ilay Lermontov had made it to the top list of my worst nightmare.

If he comes out to meet me still in one piece, the urge to ruin me further would be the first thing on his list, and God... I can't take his monster cock in my ass anymore.

Not today. Not in this state.

Ilay entered the room a few seconds after I heard the door open. His body glistened with water droplets, and a small towel hung loosely around his waist, barely covering his lower torso. The towel was too short to conceal his muscular thighs.

I examined the side of his face, but he gave nothing away. He didn’t so much as glance at me, but I felt like he was watching my every move.

I remained as still as I could managed on the stone bed, not wanting to oglee him. But can I really hold myself from checking him out?

This man, right here, was my first love. Before he turned into a dangerous monster I had came to fear.

My eyes moved to his head, and a sad smile tugged on my lips as I stared at his blonde buzz cut.

Even though Ilay looked even more handsome, and manly with his buzz cut, I still kind of missed his long hair. I missed the feel of his slick hair against my fingertips.

I missed how angelic he always looked whenever my Mom packed his long hair up in a messy bun, with few strands escaping the band.

But now, the beautiful boy I used to know was long gone, replaced by this dangerously handsome man standing across from me in front of the window, his back turned to me.

My eyes dropped to his broad back, and I regretted my action almost immediately.

EAST

His tattoo staring right back at me. I could remember the day Ilay first wrote my name "EAST" on his wrist with a marker. But when he appeared years later, he had my name inked on his back.

It was as if he never for once forgot about me, about our childhood, about what we had. But I knew it can't be it.

Ilay Lermontov didn't tattooed my name on his back just because he missed me, he did it so he wouldn't forget about my betrayal so he could punish me for as long as I live.

My eyes moved from his tattoo, to the ugly scars that mapped his back and I felt bile rose at the back of my throat.

His skin was shredded with scars. Ugly looking scars that only could have been achieved after years of torture.

I trained my eyes on the scars that covered his pale skin. The terrifying abuse Ilay must have suffered to get those scary looking scars made my stomach clenched tightly.

I could only wonder how and where it happened because Ilay would never tell me anything about his scars. He hated them.

I blinked my eyes, I didn't even know I was in tears until I felt something warm rolling down my eyes.

My eyes snapped up when I saw traces of blood on his pale skin, I gasped in shock.

He got a new scar!

How? What happened?

"Do your scars still hurt?" The question had already left my mouth before I could realise what I was doing.

Ilay went still for a few seconds, not moving. He wiped his head in my direction and snapped. "Stop asking stupid question. It's not your goddamn business."

How can it not be my business when he was bleeding? I knew I shouldn't care for him, but I can't help it.

"It seems like you got new ones." I swallowed hard, blinking back my tears. "Would you like me to treat them for you?"

Wrong question.

That was a wrong question.

Before I could even blink, Ilay had taken five long strides towards me, grabbed me by my hair, and slammed me against the wall. His hands wrapped around my throat, constricting my airway.

His eyes blazed with fury. "Don't you dare act like a saint in front of me ever again. It disgusts me. It makes me want to fucking rip your head off and cut you into a million pieces!"