Dark Memories

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mentions of sexual assault, please read at your own risk. This chapter is a bit heavy. 

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Arren cried the whole time; he was powerless to stop it. His instincts took over, or even if they hadn't, he was too weak to resist. He didn't feel any pleasure, he was too numb to feel anything.

His eyes were blank as he looked at the ceiling; his body moved, and he was being molested by someone. He couldn't see the face, but he knew that this someone was way older than he was, even at the same age as his father. 

Disgusting, extremely disgusting. It repeated over and over again until it stopped, and his mind blanked out. He was used. His heart was crying for him, but no tears came out of his eyes. 

His tears had dried up; all he just wanted was for this nightmare to stop. Wait, was it a nightmare? Perhaps it was just his wishful thinking.