Chapter Twenty-Nine

They hesitate for a moment when they see the boy gripping the bottle with strength, ready to pounce at them with the glass at hand, and when I think they are about to give up one of the group, a youngster filled with a pompous aura around him, the bearer of the golden bracelet, advances, not at once afraid of the other, a disgusting arrogant look to him.

"Wow, so this little cub has fangs hey? And here I was thinking you had prepared a welcoming party for us, went alone to an empty place all on your own and even brought the booze!" As he speaks he keeps approaching the boy, gesturing back and forth, and since the other has his attention on him he doesn't realize when one of the other, the sturdier meaner looking, jumps up out of nowhere and disarms him, earning a laugh from the others on the side.

 I can perceive when his heart speeds up even more, and as he is only able to stare back at them as if that would make them go away the pompous one seems to not enjoy his braveness, dashing forward and easily sidestepping the clumsy punch the boy throws at him, grabbing his arm and gripping the boy's chin with his other hand.

He forces the boy's face up, and with a wild glint the boy stares back at him, and as the man renders his escapes futile by twisting his arm more to the side, he starts spitting at the boy, an angry look growing on his face, the type someone not used to being disobeyed has:

"You filthy whore… here we are, far from home, far from our beloved Citadel, in this fucking dumb, all to protect the likes of you who thought it was cool to leave out of nowhere, who thought that opening the gets of hell would win you the war, the likes of you and your filthy, and yet you show us no respect, no appreciation, instead act like this? I'm very disappointed in you, I really am, but what to expect from savages like yourself uhm… Don't blame the pig for eating it's on shit, is just what pigs do, is in their nature right? Roll and roll around in their own filth." The boy looks at him and spits at his face, making so that the man rushes to clean it and, with a savage look on his face, brings the boy arm's back in a twisted strong grip and pushes him against the wall, hitting his whole body against it with no mercy.

 "So despicable! How dare you! Fucker! I guess there is only one way to talk to a filthy whore like yourself ah?!" He harmers him down one more time against the wall at the same time the others behind him starts getting comfortable, taking the booze on the side and popping it open, and as the boy tries to contest the earn another hit at the wall that finally cut the skin open, the wound oozing blood slowly but surely.

As the others get comfortable and start passing the booze around the one holding the boy puts a little more strength at his grip, stealing a hiss from the other as he says, low and close to his hear, whispering:

"Did you really think that a boy as skinny as you could take one of us Wilraine? You Shinzaki people should know your place already, and be thankful you can at least warm our beds for us."

"Fuck off!" The boy says, but is easy to tell that being bold and brave is the only thing he can do to vent at these youngsters; he is not only outnumbered but outpowered.

"Did you just try to hit me?" The other says, not before hammering the boys head on the wall, but beyond making him bleed and momentarily dizzy, the boy did not cave in, closing his legs strongly and trying to hit him with the back of his head, annoying the other who tried to keep him steady at the same time that pull his pants down. 

"Oi, one of you help me hold him."

"Ha, Dimitri, need help with a whore?"

"Just fucking hold him still for me to- " He stops talking when he dodges an elbow back thrown by the boy.

"Then I want to go first."

"No way, I found him first, you can take after I'm done with what's left of him."

"Wow, scary!" The others say, playing around, but none seemed too eager to help since they were already sitting down and relaxing with booze at hand.

"Fucking whore, know your place. I know, how about this." He says, reaching out and throwing a bag full of money on the floor right where the boy could see. "What if I pay for the private party and your services? Hum? Will you be obedient and open your legs for me and my friends? Is far more than what you make in a month I am sure, but is just small penny for us."

The boy looks down at all that cash, widening his eyes at the amount and confirming the other's words, and as his heart still widely beating, fear and anger oozing out from his skin, his internal struggle seems to settle when he stops struggling, forcing his body to go numb under the other's grip, unable to stop the shivering from his abused body.

"See? Is easier this way for both of us, a little bit of money and you are already this docile, like a fucking animal with a treat. I'll go first."

"Hey, why? Let me taste test him for you!" One of the others says.

"So are you going to pay for him now? No? Then wait when I'm finished." The one gripping at the boy, Dimitri, says, but it didn't seem like the other really wanted to contest the turn, only to play about it a little. "Plus this whore has two holes, you can always have the other side."

"Oh, nice!" He says, turning the bottle and giving a few good gulps before going to the other two.

"Oi, Nick, aren't you coming?" One of the ones left behind asks at the mean-looking one, the only youngster who hadn't settled down yet, at the same time the others start having their fun, pants down quickly, all the way down for the boy, as Dimitri starts talking about how the boy is already wide open for them, pink and gapping, and inquires how many did he fuck with already as they stick their already hard members in his back hole and mouth without reservations, ignoring the other's struggles while riding their own pleasure and hammering in as one would do to a plastic doll.

"I'm going to find the other whore around." The one from before answers.

"Why? We already have one to use here, just chill out and relax man! You can have the next turn, I can wait!" The other, Nick, spits on the floor before answering as his friends start grunting on the side, hitting the boy's ass and making tension his muscles from the pay, which seemed to please the others.

"No can do, I don't like tamed ones, I'll search for the preposterous whore and enjoy breaking him down.."

"Uhuu! Go there tiger! Rip him apart! If it's good leave some of him behind to share with us later!"

"As if there is going be anything left for you to enjoy later after I'm done with him. Perhaps I may take him back to enjoy in peace at my dungeon."

"Ouch, that's harsh. Not going to steal him from you, no worry man, but let me watch later alright? I love when they scream a little…How do you say it?"

"There is no pleasure without a little bit of pain."

"Pff, yeah, little, but seriously, considerate alright?"

"…If he is good enough to take back and doesn't break with only one use, sure."

That is the last exchange of words between them as Nick starts walking out, and something about the terms 'whore' being used to every Red Circle resident makes me think I may have something to do with his early departure.

I look back at the lewd scene and come to the conclusion that this boy won't be of use for me anymore tonight, so I decide to follow the prey that so kindly walked out by himself, ignoring the lewd sounds that echoed behind in such metal jungle, reuniting with the many others similar ones around the place.