I'll Be His Strength
“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.