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49 pages, ebook
First published September 1, 2013


“Rho was wrenched from sleep, the light shoved in his face, his ruined eyes watering, and it’s not a cock inside him. It’s something bigger, something unyielding. It’s cold, metallic, and it burns.
No.
Please.
The electricity courses through him then. A few seconds last forever, and Rho collapses onto the mattress. It’s wet with his own piss. His body twitches and shakes. He has bitten his tongue, and his mouth is full of blood. He can’t move. Can’t think.
Hurts. Hurts. Hurts.”


This isn’t affection. This is just another, subtler form of torture. They both know it.


Held captive Rho craves he's own death....it's better than the hell he's going throu.
Miller is the man who intends to break him.

"Why Me?" Rho whispers suddenly into the darkness
Miller shifts"Because I couldn't break you....
You only wanted the SKY.
The empty SKY"

Penertrating. Slow. Taunting. Intimate. Sure. Calm. Measured.
Now tell me whose been mind fu@ked








“I can break you, Rho.”
Rho shakes his head again.
“I can break you a hundred different ways.” Miller slides his hand over Rho’s hip, and reaches over him to grip his limp cock. “A thousand. But I would always put you back together.”
“Every time they fuck you,” the man says after a while, “I will be here.
Sometimes you will see me, sometimes you will not. I may talk to you. I may stay silent.
But you will feel me, Rho. Even when I don’t touch you, you will feel me.”
Rho needs a different approach than most men.
Most men, Miller would reward for answering, but he is reluctant to do that with Rho.
He is unsure how much is instinct and how much is the sheer fascination of seeing that body twist in pain.
Regardless, it was a kindness.
This way, Rho is allowed to hold onto his anger, the source of all his strength, for just a little longer.
Miller will take it when he’s ready, but not until he’s decided what he can replace it with.
- Swooning much from the above passage alone.
“Stubborn.” Miller puts a hand around Rho’s throat and presses his
thumb into his windpipe. Gentle at first, and then with increasing pressure.
Slowly cutting off his air...
- Woah, asphyxiation edgeplay.
He’s turned again, shoved against the wall again, and flinches as the man rips the zipper up. He stands there, panting, so fucking relieved that his dick didn’t get caught in the zip.
- This actually made my heart skips a beat. I know I don't have those dangling bits but I just can't help cringing at this paragraph. O.o Weird that this little scene here is affecting me more than those rapes. *perplexed*


