His Savior

Anger and Abuse

*Trigger Warning!!! Graphic Abuse!!!*

~Laslo~

F**K! What the hell just happened? How did I lose control like that?

I wanted her!

I know Nero, but not like that. How can I come back from that? Nero growls in my mind and throws the block up. I didn't intend to touch her. I just.....I just couldn't help myself. The way she looked under the moonlight; it was just too much to take in. Then, when she fought me, what the f**k?! I won't let anyone put their hands on me, no matter what! Thankfully, she didn't see who I was. I should be able to pursue her still, and she will never know I attacked her.

I jumped into my car and headed home, still pissed about the entire situation. I make it home, but I'm still pissed and figure a run might help. I run into the house to take my clothes off. Before I make it to the stairs, I run into that loser. Cory knocks into me and drops to the floor on his ass. He grunts in pain and looks up at me. The fear in his eyes is undeniable when he realizes who I am. I think I will enjoy taking my anger out this way instead of running.

I stalk towards him while he scoots back on the floor. His eyes dart around the room as if looking for a way out. He must realize that there's no way out; he will have to suffer. Cory scoots back until his back hits a wall, and he jumps, realizing he has nowhere else to go. I lean down and grab him by the back of his neck. He starts to whimper, but he knows better than to make too much noise.

I lift him by the back of his neck and slam him into the wall. Cory's eyes roll in the back of his head. I drop Cory to the ground, and he reaches for the back of his head. I kick him in the stomach, and he curls into a ball. I kick Cory again and again. He starts coughing up a bit of blood, which only eggs me on more. I grab Cory by his hair and drag him across the room to the basement door. I pull the door open and fling him down the stairs. I have more tools in the room that I plan to use on him. This is going to be a long night.

~Cory~

The pain is immense, and it's permeating throughout my body. I know I didn't do anything to bring this on because I have been cautious in everything I have done. Could this be because I have been talking to Zahara? To be honest, Zahara has been talking to me. She seeks me out no matter how much I try to avoid her. I can't lie; I enjoy my time with her. She is so easy to talk to and so easy to get along with. I actually look forward to going to school each day rather than dread it from the moment I wake up in the morning.

I thought the kicks to my stomach were bad until I found myself hurling down the basement stairs. I swear every part of my body has an impact with the cold, hard steps. I can feel bones breaking, and I know that I will not be able to come back from this easily. I wish I had a wolf because I would be healed by morning. Instead, I will have to endure this pain as long as it takes to get better. Maybe.......just maybe, I will die instead. I will be able to be free from this world.

I pray to the Moon Goddess that this is the extent of my pain. I pray that Laslo plans to leave me hurt in this basement and will go on with his night. Deep down, I know that I'm wishing on a star. Something in me is telling me that this is only starting, and it's going to get so much worse for me. I hear the cabinet open, and I instantly feel my pants get wet from me peeing on myself. I hate that cabinet because its contents can mean death. I have no idea what Laslo is pulling out because I refuse to look. I do know what that cabinet holds, and there's not one item that would be better than another. I silently scream in pain when I feel the tear in my arm. I can hear the whip swing and smell the metallic blood dripping down my arm. He has the whip with the silver barbs. I don't know how long I can last under this, but I try to take my mind off it. I try to think of how I wish my life was. I imagine living a happy life with Zahara. I don't know what made her come to mind, but I decide to hold on to her like a lifeline.

I have felt whip after whip. I didn't bother to count how many, as that would drive me insane. There was a break in the whipping, and I almost cry from relief. That is until I feel the piercing of the skin on my arm. It goes in and travels all the way down. I think I am being cut with a knife. I know it is a silver blade because that is all that is in the cabinet. Every slice has been crying to the Moon Goddess, asking why this is happening to me. What did I do to deserve this horrible treatment in my life? Why did my life get harsh once my father passed? How could they hate me so much?

These questions swirl around and around in my head with no answers. I know there is nowhere to get the answers unless the Moon Goddess herself decides to give them to me. I am a lowly boy who has nothing and is nothing to anyone. The Moon Goddess wouldn't waste her time talking to me. I wish my mom were alive. I wish my dad were here. Maybe it is my time to go to them. Maybe it is meant for me to die in this basement and be reunited with my parents. These thoughts fill my head as the darkness takes over.