I know, I know, but bear with me. I'm slowly putting all pieces together. Enjoy ^.^
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"Are you even listening?!"

I blinked several times to see Bryce's hand right in front of my face. I sighed, feeling Ohm's concerned look.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, rubbing my face.

"I need you to focus. We can't let him win," Bryce sighed, and I nodded my head.

"I know. Look, we have been sitting here for a good few hours, I'm tired. Can we continue tomorrow? I promise I'll be prepared," I said, watching Bryce stand up.

"Ok, the same time," he smiled, taking his jacket.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" Ohm asked towards him, and I looked down.

I was feeling kinda bad, seducing a man Bryce was in love with. I knew I wasn't innocent anymore, already being fucked so many times by so many people, but my soul wanted me to be. A good innocent boy, faithful to just one and only.

"I'm fine, truly, thank you though," he smiled, but I saw the sorrow behind his mask.

He closed the door behind him, leaving me and my teacher alone. I scratched back of my head, already feeling my racing heart. I knew I needed somebody to talk to, and I was so afraid what he would think of me.

"Mister Ohmwrecker?" I started, when he stood up.

"Hm?"

"I visited somebody that," I started, pausing myself.

That I love.

"That is really close to me," I finished, looking up at him.

"And?" He whispered, and I felt so good having his attention.

"This man treats me like shit. He humiliates me, he disgrace me, he never takes me like his own, but there's something keeping me with him. Maybe a little hope that he's going to treat me better? Maybe my feelings towards him?"

I felt a tears in my eyes, looking down embarrassed. I was so relieved on one hand, finally telling half of the truth aloud, finally having somebody listening.

"Do you love this man?"

After his words, I felt my heart skip a few beats. Blinking several times, I wished to push away all the tears, and I end up wiping it away.

"Do you?" He repeated louder, and I looked up at him.

"I do. And I hate myself for it, I hate my heart for it. It's like, every damn time he's only a few inches away from me, or he starts touching me, I just loose my reasons."

"That's what has been troubling you lately? This man?" He asked again, sitting down on the table against me.

"I guess so," I whispered, and he sighed.

"Is it your step-father?" He asked carefully, and I laughed.

"No, it's really not my step-father. My point is that I really don't know what to do, Ohm, I'm lost. And I'm loosing my sanity," I answered.

"Does he love you?"

Does he? I don't know!

"I don't think so. He hasn't took me on any dates, he hasn't compliment me, he hasn't done anything to me, only having sex with me all the time," having no strength to hold my tears back.

I was pulled into a hug, hiding into his safety. He held me for a few seconds, while my tears soaked his shirt.

"You're a clever boy, Evan. You don't need anybody to tell you what to do and what not," he started, and I tightly closed my eyes.

"The only thing I can do is give you an advice. This is a decision for you to make. You have to choose between him and yourself. Choose him, and you're not going to be happy, fulfilling his wishes and his desires over yours, picking him over yourself. Pick yourself, on the other hand, and you'll suffer for some time. And if you truly love him, it's going to be so painful, but get through that phase, and you'll be finally free. There's nobody that's going to be making that decision for you, Evan, it's all on you."

I need to end this, once and for all. I can't let win some egoistic arrogant cold man, just because he thinks he can manipulate me.

I pushed my teacher softly away, wiping off rest of the tears on my face, and I took a deep breath.

"I need to see him then, thank you," I whispered, quickly leaving his house.

"Evan?" I heard his voice, making me turn around.

"Be carful, he might not react the softest way. Just tell him and leave."

Just tell him and leave.

"Thanks," I called out, making my way to the bus stop.

Through the whole ride I was so nervous. My hands and my entire body was shaking, I couldn't slow down my heart, which was beating so fast. My mind creating thousands of scenarios, making me even more anxious.

I can do it! I know I can.

The lights were on in the house, telling me Delirious or Luke was in there. I took a deep breath, and bravely knocked on the door. I
waited a few good seconds before somebody opened.

"Evan?"

It seemed that Luke was genuinely surprised to see me there, making me believe he had no idea about what I and Delirious were talking about a few hours ago.

"I'm here to see Delirious. It's going to take only a few minutes. Can I come in?" I said, feeling courage flowing through me.

"Of course," he replied, moving a bit so I could walk in.

"And where is he?" I asked, looking around.

"Upstairs, in his fucked up room," Luke replied, and I sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"That Red Room with flogs and spikes and collars and shit like this."

I'm not going to that room again!

"Could you tell him I want to talk to him? Please?" I looked at Luke, and he nodded.

"Sure."

I sat down on the chair in the kitchen, nervously tapping into the table. My heart skipped a few beats when I heard footsteps coming closer.

"I'm sorry, Skirtboy. He doesn't want to come downstairs. If you want to talk to him, you have  go upstairs," Luke explained, and I sighed.

Dammit. You're making it more difficult for yourself.

"Alright."

I folded my both hands into a fists, trying to somehow get rid of the tension. I tried to prepare myself for any of his sick games, as I was walking upstairs.

Just tell him and leave!

I walked towards the door, which was already half opened. Debating, whether to knock or not, I decided to push into them.

I saw him standing in jeans and shirt only, he was looking at some pictures on the wall.

"I told you you would come."

His voice filled with arrogance and ego bigger than the whole country made me want to punch him right into his face.

"I'm here to say my goodbye to you. I'm done with this bullshit, and I had some dignity to tell you all of this personally," I said, when he wasn't moving.

"Can you at least say something? Try to stop me? Show me you care about me?" I raised my voice, hurt by his behavior.

Show me you love me.

"Say something," I yelled at him, walking towards him with my eyes full of tears.

He turned around, his hands quickly wrapped around my wrist, and I was pushed to the wall in a second. His blue eyes were shinning, filled with rage and mocking.

"You don't believe a single word you're saying, Princess. Because you and I know too well that it is me who you love. I heard you that night, you know," he smirked at me, while I remembered the night after his punishment.

"What?" I breathed out, when he leaned closer to me face.

"I love you," He whispered, and I couldn't even proceed what was going on.

What?

My heart stopped beating for a few seconds, I felt joy and happiness pulsing through my veins.

"That's what you said, just a second before I closed the door," he mocked me, and I closed my eyes.

"Get off of me! Let me go," I yelled, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

I couldn't even stop the tears of humiliation. The fact that he was making fun of my feelings, of my love towards him, was killing me.

"I didn't even started," He whispered, kissing me on the lips.

I tried to defend myself, resist him, but he pressed himself against my body, brushing against my crotch. The moment a moan escaped my mouth, he used it.

My will to fight back was pushed far back, along with the sorrow, when passion and lust took over my mind. And he sensed it.

He helped me get rid of the shirt, my body burning in fire. I was grabbed and dragged to another wall. Within seconds my hands were in the restrains.

I tilled my head to the right, trying to get away from him, but he just forced me to look at him. His thumbs wiped off my tears, while his eyes scanned me silently for a few seconds.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispered, and I took a deep breath.

"I don't want this. I-I want you to let me go," I whispered, seeing him smile.

"Let me change your mind then."

His lips smashed against mines, leaving my mind in dizziness. My body tried to fill the unnecessary gap between us, as I lost control over it.

The only sounds carrying through the room were my silent moans and the chains. His hands drifted upon my bare skin, making me loose my mind.

I need to be strong. I can't let my body and my feelings decide over my actions.

"S-stop," I moaned, making him chuckle.

"The best part is just coming, Princess," he whispered into my neck, licking his way down.

Fuck.

His fingers skillfully pulled down my jeans along with my boxers, revealing my already hard penis. I closed my eyes, throwing my head black in embarrassment.

"Fuck," I moaned again, when I felt his tongue playfully licking my cock.

"So you want me to stop now, hm?" He asked me, and I quickly shook my head.

I lost the war. There was no way my healthy senses, the small silent voice pushed into the far corner of my mind, could win anymore

"No! N-no... ngh... don't stop."

He swallowed it, humming along the process, which sent me towards the skies. I felt this amazing feeling even in the smallest part of my body.

"Delirious!" I panted, using the restrains for the support when my legs started to get weaker.

"What is it, Princess?" He stood up, his hand still moving on my cock.

"I'm asking for a permission to cum, sir," I breathed out, when he forcefully bend my head back.

"Permission denied, I'm not done with you yet," he kissed me on my neck, stepping away from me.

I tried to calm my breath down, along with my racing heart, put down the fire burning in my body. I watched him throw his shirt away, his body sweaty just as mine. I gulped, biting down my lower lip.

He walked from one thing to another, making me more nervous each passing second. Grabbing a candle and a lighter, he came back to me.

"I hope you remember the safe words, Princess."

Yellow and red.

"Is this going to hurt?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Depends on you. This is kinda your punishment for your behavior. But you have my word I'll stop if you say so."

Ok.

"Do you trust me?" He asked me, looking directly into my eyes.

"You know I trust you," I replied firmly.

"Such a sweet boy."

I watched him light up the candle, feeling the warmness as he stood so close to me. I pressed my jaws together, when he moved the candle towards me body, leaning it forward.

A hiss of pain escaped my lips, my eyes locked on the red liquid slowly going down before it hardened up. The pain was shifted with warmness.

"Is it that bad?" He asked me, and I shook my head.

He repeated it a few times, each one being less painful than the previous one. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips, walking towards the shelf with collars. I frowned, recognizing what was it, when he put one on me.

"That's a shock collar, put it down," I said firmly.

"It's not going to kill you. You have to try everything," he replied, and I felt an anxiety growing up.

"I said put it down!" I yelled at him, feeling tears streaming down.

"Trust me, Evan, please. I swear it's not going to be that bad as you think," he whispered, kissing away my tears.

"Warn me when you're about to shock me, I need to know," I responded, receiving a smile.

"Do you want me?" He asked, his fingers softly wrapped around my cock.

"I want you," I whispered, throwing my head back again.

"Do you love me?" He continued asking, and I closed my eyes.

"I do, I love you."

I felt his hands drifting upon my body, his fingers ever so softly touching my skin. I heard how he unzipped his pants, and I licked my already dried lips. I knew I needed to be filled, be whole, or I would go crazy again.

"What's taking you so long?" I asked, looking at him.

"Just look at you. A couple minutes ago you were telling me goodbyes, now you want me to fuck you," he mocked me again.

Son of a bitch.

"I fucking hate you, you don't even know how much," I whispered, hurt from his words.

"Really now? Because your body, and even your heart, says something different. It just enjoys the way I treat it," he leaned closer, his fingers drifting upon my body again.

"You're such an egoistic arrogant prick," I mumbled.

"Fuck!" I screamed out in pain, when he shocked me.

"Maybe, but you love me anyway," he laughed, and I frowned.

"Put that thing down, I swear," I hissed at him, hating that thing.

"Can't do, Princess," he smiled at me, walking behind me.

He kissed his way on my back down and up, making me crazy how softly it felt. He bit me down on my neck, making me moan in pleasure.

He grabbed my hair, pulling them back while kissing my neck. I felt him slowly entering me, breathing through the pain.

"You're my sweet Princess," he whispered into my ear, licking it.

I'm all yours.

"Fuck," I moaned, getting used to his length.

"Let me try this thing again."

"Stop!" I yelled, after he shocked me again, making me cry out both from please and pain.

"It feels so good," he growled, moving faster.

"Please... ngh... fuck," I begged, hating this.

"Please what? You want more, Princess."

I screamed in pain, the electricity pulsing through my whole body.

"No! S-stop... argh... red! Re-"

I welcomed the unconsciousness with the open arms.