Eventually, Paris' anger gave way to just complete depression, again. He needed to see her and he knew staying any longer in that detention class with his Father up his ass would just make shit worse so he returned to his usually charming self during it, the love of his teacher's for him now returning as she made him promise to keep being the good boy he was and let him go an hour before he was supposed to be.As he walked out, the whole school was empty, meaning he was already quite late and she was probably gone, meaning he had to carry his tired, grumpy and low spirited ass to his Father.His head hurt.Though the pain, and the world, both seemed to stop when he spotted her in the parking lot.Alex backed him some feet away, crouched to the floor beside her bicycle while her braids acted like a curtain around her face, hiding it.Though he couldn't see her, he could tell she was obviously upset but whoever she was speaking to her phone because she was being really loud. "So you rea
"I'm actually quite surprised you were smart enough for that. Not that it's surprising you're smart, you know."Every sunday afternoon was bingo day for most old people and Ace's Grandma, Ophelia and his Abuela were not excluded, though it seemed like the former was the one always forcing the latter to come along.And Sunday, was also a day that Marcos spent with A, except she hadn't come today so his Abuela had pleaded with him to come along with them, Ophelia deciding to bring in Ace as well.As soon as they got there, as always, Ophelia tried introducing the boys to the grandkids of the others there, but Ace had suddenly brought up the fact that he had to fix his car since it had a problem and he didn't want it to run down when he was coming to take them back home.Which was a good escape plan. In Marcos' opinion.He watched, seated from the chair two feet away from Ace as he slid out from under the car, (that did have a problem) wearing dark blue overalls with black stains over hi
Alex, in time, had grown to listen to her gut. It was a rare instinctual feeling, but it didn't mean that it wasn't always there.For example, one of this feelings, were to ignore Paris. No matter how many times he begged her to talk to him. No matter how many times he strived for her attention, even if she wanted to rip him apart and fuck him till he hated her.She had played this game before with others, and she would play it again.Currently, another thing that she knew she should have done, was stay the night with Marcos. He was her peace, her safe place. But Alex also knew she'd hate herself for leaving her Mother all alone in their house, without her being there.So she returned home.And regretted it the morning she woke up.She had slept well, something that rarely ever happened, and in the good mood she was in, decided to wear a knit off shoulder large sweater with a skirt and thigh high white socks that had a ribbon on the top.She even packed her hair in two, adding some m
Paris couldn't feel any part of his body, but he could at the same time.His hands were tied behind his back, the ropes crossed all over his body, a ball gag in his mouth with his face shoved into the mattress while his legs were kept open with a bar spreader and a big black dildo cock was being shoved inside him like it was no man's business.Not that he even felt like a man anymore.He couldn't breathe, but his body liked that. His body also liked the fact that he couldn't move and that he couldn't also run his mouth at the same time. He was already so sure if the gag wasn't there, he'd say something and ruin this.Which he felt like doing.Not that he was even thinking straight at the moment, he wasn't. His waist and back was beginning to hurt and he could feel the ropes digging deeper into his flesh and the wounds from the whip she had used.Did he want her to stop still?No.Any reasonable person would. At the rate she was going, he knew he would bleed from it. That, and also he
Paris did a double take. "What?""He was just pissing her off because he could!" Ace continued, now excited. "And he was also literally the most homophobic person ever. You hold nothing on him. Truthfully.""Why did anyone believe that? It could have been dumped there on purpose." Paris said."There were also receipts. His name. Plus, he wasn't a good actor. At least, for that day." Ace said with a shrug. "Then the bullying started. He'd see notes like Liar, Hypocrite and shit in his locker. Get beaten up by his mates. Not like they are anti LGBT here, just the whole drama, you know? So Julian killed himself.""What?""Yeah, no one saw it coming. Think it kinda put everyone off for a while, but that's when the popular kids got mad at us for it. Like we didn't do anything! And we weren't exactly sorry about it, but the hell!" Ace said, pulling Marcos took his side. "I mean, he took more hits than imaginable. You'd never be seated here with us if you knew how many people stripped him na
The day Maria Gomez had a child, she had been glad, but she hadn't expected it to be a boy, considering how the doctor did an ultrasound and told her it was a girl.Nevertheless, Luciano, her husband, had been happy about it. He had lost a brother once so having a boy felt like he could make up for all the time that he didn't have with him.Still, they had prepared for a girl so all the clothes and belongings were marked for one but Maria didn't mind.So Mariposa Gomez became Marcos Gomez.As a baby, he was lovely. Always so happy, and excited. Plus, he was the prettiest baby anyone ever laid their eyes on, but as time grew, it became more and more evident to the couple that their son... Wasn't exact what they thought he'd be.Luciano tried to get him interested in the art of soccer, or football, or any sort of ball but the only thing Marcos seemed interested in that seemed boyish enough, were games.Video games, which Luciano could never beat him at, no matter what.Still, they loved
The next day after Marcos had slept and woken, he had felt everything had been a dream, probably all made in his jumbled head, but when he got to school and heard what Ace said, he got to that same class. And there she was. "Did you— Did you do that?" "Do what?" "Make them stop— Hurting me," She stared at him like he was extremely retarded. "I promised no one would hurt you. Even if you refused to be mine, and I meant it. I'm not a liar, Eros. Lying is the one thing I can't do." That name again... Of course, he agreed eventually, and he met Alexander 'Xander' Gomez, who was ecstatic to see him. Their trainings were... Both a mixture of pain and pleasure and though she promised never to hurt him, there were times during it that she had to, for his own good, but she always asked for his consent regardless. And there were other times that she hurt him, without meaning to. For example, when he couldn't be with her when she wanted, or demanded for him. When he refused to take her g
Everywhere on her hurt. Her feet from how she had walked through the whole floor, her arms from how many people had tried getting ahold of her, her fingers from how many times someone had a request and her brain from trying to keep up with their senseless conversations.But Alex knew she had to do it. For the sake of her sanity, and her conscience as well.Now, she stood outside, away from the blaring lights, while she stared at the sky from the balcony. There was something about the moon that night. Something about it that made her want to keep it to herself."Et lux in tenebris lucet.""What?""It means, 'and light shines in darkness'." The male who had spoken was now in front of her. As custom for the night, he was wearing a mask just like they all were, and yet, through the light she could see the fire in his eyes.It made a rumble start in her stomach."Is that a new pick up line?"He grinned as he reached her. "I just thought you'd appreciate the arts like I do." In his hands we
Alex... Marcos found himself shuffling through the book, panicking. This couldn't be the last one. If it was, that meant that she had died, a-and he didn't want to imagine that. Still, he found nothing. Crazily, he flipped through the pages again, this time, watching only one fall out before hurriedly picking it and skimming through the pages. This time, it was from his Abuela, telling Alex that it was probably the last time she was going to send her later as she felt her time was running out and asked to be cremated while the female would be the one in charge of her ashes, pouring it in a place that she treasured most, that day being today. It was a copy of the original one, as that version had already been sent to Alexandra. Immediately, Marcos was off the floor, the letter in his hand as he hurried down the stairs and entering the kitchen, startling his Mother, Elise and Paris, but he ignored their looks focusing on Maria, saying in spanish so they wouldn't understand, "Where
"And the Prince and Princess lived together happily ever after, the end," The little boy's Abuela said, her old eyes twinkling as she stared down at the boy on her laps, saying in spanish, "What do you think, my treasure?"The boy, even at a tender age, was able to make people stop and stare at his beauty, though his Abuela was quite aware that he was unaware of it now, the feature would be too hard to ignore in the future. "But didn't the Prince get hurt?""Hurt?""Yes," He nodded, twisting his body around so he could stare at his Abuela, brown innocent eyes staring with worry and concern. "When he was fighting the dragons and trolls to save the Princess. I don't remember her saying she would help heal his wounds,"She smiled kindly at the child, her voice soft as she said, "Not all Princesses care for that. All they care for is being free from their Castles."A pout appeared on his face. "That's bad."She chuckled now. "Well, when you're a Princess, you can try changing things."The
They got to his house after three hours, the whole ride being completely silent before entering into his home, the heeled boots male staring at the compartment, his voice small, "This place lacks life."It was a mansion of a house, with every area drenched in white, save for other things like flowers, the TV, the coffee table but everything else was plain and dull looking for a colour like that."I'm barely ever here," Paris answered gruffly, now at the bar area section as he asked, "Would you like to drink something?""Red wine, do you have a bottle of Le Chapeau?" The amber eyed male didn't know if Marcos had asked that question to mock him or because he truly wanted it because a Le Chapeau bottle was truly one of the rarest and most expensive bottles in the world.Thank God he was a partner of the company that believed in having a bottle of it for good luck. "Yes.""Mhm," Marcos kept walking around, his arms folded, "I bet you've never brought anyone here before."Paris popped ope
Time: Seven years after the incident with Alexandra. Location: Italy. A company belonging to the Sicilian Mafia.The muffled sounds of someone screaming got his attention.Paride Casio raised his head slowly, a distasteful look in his eyes. His raven hair covered his left eye as looked over the round glasses he had on at the blond make tied on the chair in front of him, his Halo ring glowing.With the years that had passed by, the softness of his face had morphed into hardness. High cheekbones. A sharp chin. Pronounced jaws.And the tattoos. The tattoos couldn't be ignored.Black ink decorated every part of his neck, trailing down to his back that held the mark of the Order while his chest held the one he treasured the most. Some part of the tattoo even showed as the first three buttons of his shirt were off, his black waistcoat hugging his perfect figure.Paride looked like the Angel of Death.Slowly, he placed the book with the name 'A Thousand Ways to Torture A Person While Keepin
He watched as Alexandra played the violin resting on her shoulder, her movements soft, teary even with a stoic look on her face. The song could have moved anyone to tears, if she had put more emotion into it, and as she stopped, waiting for an answer from him, he told her the same thing."Hmm," Had been her reply as she returned the violin back into it's case, standing to stretch her body before Paris heard himself ask, "What did you really want from Marcos?"Alex paused, her eyes staring up at him. Empty. Soulless. "Did he not tell you?"It had been the first time he had spoken to her without being told to, but he didn't care. He needed to know what exactly her plans were. "I'm supposed to believe what you told him?"She stared at him. Even now, wearing a tank top and sweatpants, it was clear that she had honed her body into perfection. She was healthier than she had ever been. Beautiful. "Do you know those are the longest sentences you've ever said to me? I should take Marcos out on
Paris Holmes was not the same as he was at the beginning of his Senior year and he still wasn't sure if it was a good thing or bad one. Once upon a time, his only problem had been self absorbed, completely empty brained people and a man that towered over him, reminding Paris that he belonged to him and there was nothing he could do about it.But now, his problems had changed drastically, one of them being more adamant than the others and this came as a person with the name of Alexander Parker.Paris had found out within a short period that Alexander had not even been in his real name, just the English version of it and all of his men and women referred to him as Alessandro Casio, the Don of the Italian Mafia and Carnefecina.It would have been hard for him to believe how dangerous the male could be if he hadn't experienced his cruelty himself. Alexander gave off the aura of a weakling, a coward most of the time which made it very easy for people to underestimate him, and most of the t
Alexandra Parker stood, resting on the bonnet of a black sports car. Her head was still short, though now, some parts of it curled around her head, her glasses on while she had on a black shirt tucked into ash and black checkered pants with an ash coat over her shoulder and behind her were replicas of the one beside him.As he got closer, he found himself noticing every single new detail. She looked more... Free than he had ever seen on. Her shoulders relaxed, an uncaring look in her eyes. The aura radiating from her demanding obedience and awe from every single person.She was... Glowing. And he had no idea if that was a good or bad thing.When Marcos was close enough, he realized she had grown taller as well, the look in her eyes showing she noticed she was some inches taller than him. For the first few minutes, all they did was stare at each other, her looking as if she was noting some things about him before she said, "You look different than the last time,"Even her voice was dif
"When did you start caring about basketball?" Ace Danvers asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Finally, they had returned back to their natural state as the weirdo duo, away from the prying popular's, and Ace... Wasn't exactly happy with the information.Marcos Gomez, on the other hand, kept his eyes staring down at the court below him, his face filled with glee. His hair was packed in two pigtails, glittery green eyeshadow and peach coloured lipgloss, wearing a see through shirt, tucked into a high waist plaid skirt.His hair still had it's butterfly clips, his beauty almost blinding lately, though everyone around him noticed it more than he did. He was still... Shy, and uncomfortable with crowds, but it didn't stop him from joining in other school activities. Not the ones that put him in public eye, no, he was more of the community work type.That also, didn't stop people from trying to talk to him.It was no surprise that Marcos was the most beautiful boy in all of Wystwood High, but it w
Lil Nas X ft Miley Cyrus- Am I dreaming?~"Hey," Alex felt a hand reach out for hers. Lighter than hers, but not... White, and when she looked at who it was, the face... Was all blurry, scratchy. The person laughed now. "Always so serious, A. Try relaxing sometimes,"Another one clamped itself on her shoulder, thicker, heavier causing her to look up. This person was... Fairer. Pale, in a sense. Their face was the same with the other person, their voice more mature than the one that spoke first. "Honestly, Parker, I already do enough frowning for both of us.""Who are you?" She heard herself ask, looking back at the other person seated beside her. "And... And why can't I see your faces?"They laughed at her now. "Maybe you don't deserve seeing our faces."Alex started. "No, I don't mean—"The one behind her bent to her ear, whispering, "Oh, Alex, always destroying everything she touches.""What —"Suddenly, they held her head, slamming it into a basin of water. Alex had no idea where