Chapter One: Punishment

It’s been 4 months, since Madison died.  Of course I still think about her often.  I try desperately not to, but every time I see a brunette walking by, I immediately think its Madison.  That maybe they really didn’t kill her and just warned her to stay away from me.  But unfortunately, my mind always took me back to her cold body every time I have a little hope.

As for my current lifestyle, I’m still high on drugs most of the time.  I switched from cocaine to heroine because I needed something stronger to get me out of bed every day.  Every since that dreadful day, I’ve felt so lost and heroine was the only thing that helped me cope with everything.  During this time, I started ‘dating’ Dion, the leader of our family.  You’re probably thinking what the hell Spencer, you’re gay!  And you’re right, I am gay but sometimes things don’t work out the way we want them to.  I had to survive and Dion made it a lot easier for me, along with the constant drugs he fed me.  I was a true junkie.  My father would have been so proud.

Even though I had Skye, and by default Dion, I was alone in this world.  I had no family, no friends, and I lost the love of my life.  I was stuck with no place to go, no place to feel safe and secure.  A blonde, blue eyed girl was not safe living on the streets of New York, so the family was all I had.  Even after everything they did to me when they found out I wanted to leave, I stayed.  Like I said, I was stuck.  Stuck in life my mother threw me into by hating who I was.  I too started hating myself, hating the life I created for myself.

You’re probably wondering what the consequences of my wanting to leave were.  There’s really no easy way to start that tale but here goes.  Dion locked me in the basement of the house without food and water for 2 days.  At least I think it was 2 days, I blacked out often during the whole ordeal.   Now that wasn’t the worse part of my punishment, and believe me when I say I wish it was.  I was tortured and raped by at least 20 of the male members of the family.  I couldn’t do anything to stop them.  Dion had tied me down on the bed with my hands above my head tied to the headboard and my legs spread out wide with my feet tied to the footboard.  I was completely naked and helpless.

Dion was the first one to come into the room. At first I didn’t know what was happing until I noticed him taking off his pants.  He definitely took an enhancer or something because his dick was longer and bigger than usual.  He got on the bed and straddled my chest, with his left hand he opened my mouth and stuffed his dick in.  He shoved it down my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe. 

Without realizing what I was doing, I bit down hard on his dick causing him to jump back and pull out of my mouth.  I finally could breathe again, but Dion wasn’t happy and didn’t care that he almost suffocated me with his dick.  He called me a stupid whore and socked me in the face a couple of times.  I felt my face bruise and swell right away.  The blood seeping from the wound on my face mingled with the tears I had begun to shed.  I wished he would just knock me out, but he knew that a bruised prostitute didn’t make a lot of money.

After a couple of seconds he was back on the bed rougher than ever.  Unlike a few times we’ve had sex I wasn’t turned on by him and was very dry.  Come to think of it, I was high the majority of the time we had sex so it was easy to be turned on.  Not this time though.  This was all about punishment and submission.  He wanted to prove that he was the only one who controlled my life, not me.