was night, and we had finished eating dinner. I was downstairs washing the dishes while Damian was upstairs, having his shower.   We hadn’t taken showers together, nor had we seen each other naked. I had asked him if he felt hurt that I had pushed him away during the last time we had tried to have sex, but he told me no. He could understand what I was feeling then, and I was so thankful to him for being so understanding.   I finished washing the dishes and went to our bedroom. Opening the door, I saw that Damian had just finished taking his shower, and he was still naked. His head was facing downward as he dried his hair, and he didn’t notice me standing there.   He looked so picturesque with the moonlight shining through the window, highlighting his perfect form, which was encompassed by water droplets, creating an illusion of an alluring dance between water droplets as they glided down from his neck down to his p

After that night, our sex life went back to normal. Well, it was even better than normal. I would jump him anytime I got the chance. When he had just come home from meetings, when he had just finished showering being all naked and wet, even while we were in the showers together. I couldn’t get enough of him.   He always laughed at me jumping to him but was always more than eager to pleasure me and to be pleasured by me.   Jeremiah hadn’t messaged me anymore, and there was no one bothering us. I wasn’t afraid of his friends anymore, even Damian and Max had become friends again.   Of course, I still had nightmares sometimes, but they had lessened. His nightmare had lessened too. Even our psychologist was very pleased with our progress. All in all, we were happy - sexually and emotionally.   There was still one thing on my mind. Damian had replaced the taste of the knife-man in my mouth and the painful

“Damian, can I ask you something?” We were watching the news in the living room, and I turned my body to face him while sitting on my heels on the sofa.   “Hmm?” He asked without taking his eyes off the tv. I knew it was important for him to watch the news, but the questions had been bothering me ever since we met again.   “I need to ask you something, but I want you.. I NEED you to be honest with me," I enunciated to show him how important this topic was for me.   My words and tone caught his attention. He turned his body toward mine, placing one of his legs on the sofa so we could see each other more comfortably.   “What is it, Baby girl? Are you okay?” he asked with concern in his voice.   I nodded. I paused for a while before asking him. I wanted to choose my words carefully, but I didn’t know how, so I decided to just ask him honestly.   I inhal

“Oh Damian..” I circled my arms at the back of his neck and buried my face in his neck, crying for him, crying for the little boy that he was. All these times I thought my demon was the worst, but he had been living and battling with his own even uglier demon. I had many people supporting me, he was even my strength, but he was battling alone, and this hurt my heart.   “They took turns fucking me every day and they always came all over my body, leaving me sticky with their disgusting cum. Every time I struggled, every time I showed them that it hurt, they would become even rougher and they would laugh mockingly at me, telling me how I was secretly enjoying it too.” He shuddered as he paused suddenly.   “Fuck, maybe they were right. Maybe I was secretly enjoying it, and that was the real reason why I didn’t tell my mom.” His laugh that came after that sounded so bitter, full of self-loathe, that it wrenched my heart.   “N

“Ohh..” I said. I knew he must feel afraid of meeting his friend’s dad.   He opened his eyes and continued. “I had introduced him to my mom, and mom was so happy that I had a friend. But we hadn’t told him about my past. I felt meeting his dad would.. terrifying. I told mom about it, and she said maybe it was time for me to try to know other grown-ups. Mom knew of his family, and she said that his dad wouldn’t do bad things to me. Mom didn’t force me, but I knew she was worried about me not being able to socialize freely.”   “Did he force you to meet his dad?” I whispered while looking at him, scared that his friend had forced him.   He shook his head slowly. “I told him that I was scared of meeting his dad. He knew I was scared, as I’d told you before. He had protected me from his friends, so he didn’t force me to meet his dad.”   I exhaled with relief. He really was a great friend.