Chapter 43

Peter

I didn't know how to react. He was as a referee waiting for the arrival of the ball, doubtful in the action due to his sudden convulsion. I didn't know what it was about, so I called Alexander by touching the emergency button that I had connected in both offices in case of a serious problem. I pressed him several times, threw myself on my knees against the ceramic floor; I turned his body that was still shaking and his eyes rolled.

What is this?

"What's wrong?" Alex shouts from the door, entering quickly and nervously. My God! What is this? -he was amazed at the scene.

"We must do something, something soon I don't know what happens she was..." I said with a face of anguish when a voice interrupts me with authority:

"Save Dom!" They're killing him! Save him! - she shouted over and over again before being unconscious. I was amazed by his words. It had been something very strange, something inexplicable. Why did Dominick have to be saved?

"What is he saying?" Who is Dom? -he asks with a frown, without understanding anything-. Wait, is she the patient you mentioned to me that time? - he asked directly in despair. I was dumbfounded. That day I told him that I had a feeling for a patient... I didn't touch the subject again.

Months ago, when Emily came for the first time to tell me about her problems and had told me about what she had been through... it was something that apart from feeling bad for her, I began to feel affection for her. And more than that, I fell in love with her.

I fell in love with Emily Pérez, my patient.

When I got home every day I locked myself in my room. Many times I didn't even have an appetite, I thought about her all the time. I've been like this for more than three weeks, for telling him what I feel. I wanted to do it today. And I couldn't. I was a coward, but no. She loves someone else. I can't do anything about it, can I?

How much could I do for love? Should I fight for this feeling that was growing inside me?

"Pedro?" Alex calls me, still waiting for my answer. To which I couldn't say anything. And I lowered my face to look at his unconscious body. That silence says it all - he finished before starting to hear the sound of the ambulance siren in the distance.

He kept me silent, with some shame.

I was also surprised by the last thing he said to me: "save Dom." What should I do?

Mia

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!

"HA, HA, HA, HA!" he blurted out mockingly. Let's see what you have in here... -he said with a face of perversity, taking his hand to my sex; he began to insert his fingers and my body arched in pain as he let out moans. He started pulling from the inside out and it hurt. He couldn't stand my screams, covered my mouth tightly with his palm, while he didn't stop screaming. I could feel more than two fingers inside my vagina and it was not exciting at all, it got to the point of starting to moan as if he was excited by what he was doing, the others looked and he looked at them.

"When you go to cum, you cum on this bitch.

"Put your whole hand in it!" one of them shouted, amused.

"Yes, yes." This will be fun! -he took his fingers out of my vagina and slowly, as if lubricating the entrance for something big to enter, he began to put his whole hand inside me. The pain began to make me scream harder, I was writhing in pain. I wished I was dead right now, I didn't want it to keep hurting.

"Help me asshole!" he shouted at the other boys who came to hold me to prevent me from moving. He moved and positioned himself in front of me; as if he were a gynecologist, he began to play with my entrance, letting out moans of excitement, pulling my clitoris. Unable to see what I was doing, I felt like something soft and metallic entered my vagina, to my surprise a horrible electric shock made me move completely again, trying to get out without stopping screaming. He saw smiling faces, his funny smiles as if it were child's play.

One of them came on my face, covering my eyes, releasing an agonizing moan of satisfying pleasure. It smelled unpleasant, it was repulsive to me.

I swear by my life, that I wished I was dead.

"Let's raise the intensity!" he shouted laughing. The electrifying pain in my crotch rose, my body unconsciously began to jump almost convulsing. I was unconscious because of the horrible pain.

Harry

Seeing how they whipped him without being able to do anything to help him was torture. I wanted to do something, they didn't stop. They were going to kill her. Each action reminded me of those days:

It was barely two in the afternoon and it was very hot in London. Exhausted by the work we had just completed, the three of us were walking; Krys, Aurora and I through the corridor of our institute, I was typing my cell phone while listening to some pop music. Krys and Aurora went hand in hand, it had been 3 years since they met here. I love their relationship, they look beautiful. Krysbel is my best friend, however, for fear of public rejection or fear of being called to attention, they acted like two best friends in class. We were going to the same degree.

Aurora is a beautiful girl, with green eyes and straight golden hair. She was 1'58 M, and she was a blonde girl. Greek goddess facials that any boy would like to have as a girlfriend, but she chose my best friend and three years of happiness had already passed. No one knew, only me. I have few friends and when I say few I only mean the two of them. I didn't have a partner yet, I had just finished one and I didn't want to know about love for the moment.

Krys, with cinnamon skin. With a beautiful Afro covering her head, honey-colored eyes, she always liked to dress like a Barbie. She looked like a little doll of those that appear on television. At the age of fourteen she told me her attraction to girls and I supported her one hundred percent. He had no one but me. Spending a day with these two precious souls was like a thousand years in eternity. They made me forget my problems and he was always there to listen to me when I needed to fuck my mom who had abandoned me at the age of five to leave with someone else.

We sit on the lawn behind the institute, to take selfies and upload them to state. The song ended and I was looking for another one.

"It's hot aunt!" Krys said rubbing her hands towards herself as a sign that she couldn't stand it.

"And I'm crazy for a refreshing kiss from your lips," Aurora replied smiling while holding the cell phone and moving her hair to take a picture.

"Do you think I'm not, my Barbie?" he confirmed by kissing her cheek.

Not so many people came after high school. It was always a lonely place and we had our corner, our love nest behind a tree that covered part of someone's curious view here. The entire educational place was surrounded by a wall that stretched from end to end. There was only one exit and it was the giant gate in front.

I was listening to "Bury a Friend - Billie Eilish".

As I looked at them smiling, she was together with her feet on my legs, I was in front of them while I watched them with her hands intertwined brushing their fingers against each other.

Then, they opened the door bringing me to reality:

"What's going on here?" the person at the door asked. When I finished entering I looked at his face and my heart suddenly cooled. He began to jump fast on my chest.

"This person is a scum of life, an antisocial, a person who should only be dead. What a shame it causes the boss... - the person tells me from the door.

"Until I finally found her...

It was her father, he was looking for her, then I understood everything: they came for her. And not to anything good.

"Our little friend here... She's going with us...—he said very sure—, Manila, take care of throwing it...»

"FUCK YOU!" I shouted at him trying to get up from the chair because of anger.

"How aggressive...!" he said as he began to approach. "Look who else we have here... Nothing more and nothing less than Harry... My daughter's best friend.

Camilo That was the name of Krystal's father, he had a good economic position that his father left him, who died a year ago, before he killed his own daughter. I knew very little about him since he was a powerful family in the country and well, I only cared about Krys. Just remembering it makes my chest knot.

My fury increased more and more just by watching him approach, I felt like a hot climb up my back, the anger reached my limit point, when I saw him in front of me, I squeezed my hands with the intention of hitting him. Two boys grabbed me while laughing.

"My nephew is surrounded by surprises and scum," he told me while maintaining a firm position in front of me. Of power, of self-centeredness.

"FUCK!" FUCK!—I shouted angrily.

"Shut the fucking snout!" He counterattacked me by giving me a punch that made me turn my head against one of the arms of those who held me.

"I see that you are enjoying it," another man adds to the conversation. He was very similar to Camilo. Maybe they were brothers—. We must go now. They will finish the work. We have a meeting to attend.

"Of course I'm with you, Ricardo," he replied with a difficult smile because he shook his hand, perhaps in pain, because of the blow he had given me. I hope you go to hell, scum - he spat in my face. I looked at him with so much hatred. He turned around and before he imagined, he couldn't even hear his steps around the place.

"You're going to spend a long time in hell, boy," one of them told me with a threatening tone. The other laughed like a madman. A nervous laugh and something disturbing.

I looked at the front and they were still touching Mia, the one who was lying on a stretcher unconscious, two of them were. The others I don't know where they had gone. And I closed my eyes again to stop thinking about it. I couldn't believe that human evil could go so far and that we were the same but so different...

Where was the heart of these people?

For what purpose did they do this?

The image of Krys's beaten and bloody body quickly passed through my eyes. I started crying with bewilderment. The door ajar I saw several girls and boys between seven and ten years old pass by, walking almost forced while the other boys who were with Mia and others whom I did not know, guided them somewhere.

What were they doing? What did everything that was happening mean? What will they do with those children?

One of them stood at my door and closed it slowly while smiling like a devil. I was afraid for those children for a moment. But I came back to my reality, what would happen now? What happened to Dominick?

Diego

Dominick convulsed for a few more seconds. He was writhing in pain.

"Did you poison him?" the doctor asks me.

"Of course not." I gave him something that will make him suffer on the verge of death without killing him - I explained.

"Okay, remember that for now I won't kill him." I think I have a very interesting idea to use Dom at our convenience - he told me smiling like the one who has the answers to everything. He left the place without saying anything else and I looked at Dom's body lying unconscious.

"What?" Are you dead yet? - I asked sarcastically while smiling. I held his hand the one that was between a reddish liquid, what I suppose was blood -, perfect, Dominick - I turned his "unconscious" body and began to touch his pectorals slowly, I destroyed his shirt and touched his body slowly while I bite my lip -, I wish you.

Then, I remembered that day at my house. When I took off my clothes in front of him:

"Okay, I think I'm almost about to find out," he said in a mocking tone.

I began to lower my underwear showing him a little of my member, but I quickly turned around to show him my ass.

Following the path of the underpants by the knees while I bent down and let him look at my open ass, I left the boxer on the floor.

I heard how a moan escaped him.

I bent down to put my boxer back on, and turned to him. And I let him see my cock.

A smile appeared on my face. I could understand it, he was also gay and he had it well kept.

"You fucked Kelvin, didn't you?" I asked. He didn't answer me, you could tell how excited he was to see me only in boxers. It's nice to know that two best friends have fucked up - I added laughing.

"Don't worry, I'll do it with you." He immediately replied in a mocking tone.

"Never, I'm sorry, I don't like that, nor do I intend to try it." I counterattacked with a disgusted face and repudiation.

"Gelvin didn't like it either and it was good that he moaned when he put his cock in," he replied, approaching.

"Do me a favor, get out of my house, I don't want to have you around." I challenged him with my eyes. You have turned our best player into a faggot whore who likes to be fucked in the ass and eat cocks.

"You're disgusting Diego," he told me with an angry face.

"Don't get confused Dominick, the one who disgusts here is you, see how you have gotten when I have shown you my ass and then when I have shown you the tail how your eyes almost come out, you are sick Dominick, you should heal yourself."

He left my house, I'm sure he had gotten angry. The truth is that I wanted to eat it.

When I saw him leave after giving me a push, I finished taking off my boxer and began to feel my cock that got erect just imagining Dominick sitting next to me, I closed my eyes to experience the feeling of pleasure, I had so much desire that it was me with who had fucked that night...

I started to jerk off quickly and full of tension.

"Dominick..."

After a few minutes of so much fuss, I exploded.

"Oh, Dominick!" I shouted leaving my essence in my hands, which I tasted all of.

My memories stopped and I wanted to enjoy this moment.

"Let me touch your cock..." I say dragging my hand through his body. He bit my lip while my cock got hard and reached his—, I love you...—I unbuttoned his pants and put my hand over the boxer, his member was in frigidity mode, I took my other hand to my cock and started jerking off, it was incredible I had Dominick under my control.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned while increasing my pleasure. I went to him and began to kiss him, it was so pleasant to have him like this, under all my command:

"I want you to love me Dom..." I whispered while kissing his body. I intensified the speed at which he was carrying the hand—, Fuck!—I exploded on his torso and when I looked at him again, they made me want to fuck him. I poured all my milk down his torso and licked my finger—, mmmm...

I pulled his feet and began to delay him towards one of the dark cells of the hospital. I left his unconscious body tied with a chain with a collar around his neck.

"Don't forget that I'll come back for you," I said, turning around to leave.

Cameron

"Perfect, I can tame you my way, Steven..." I tell him while he consumes amphetamines.

"Thank you..." he told me in whispers, "I'm all yours...

"Show it to me," I said, taking off his shirt, "you were all the luck in the world to have Dominick in your hands..." I began to touch his chest, his well-formed pectorals, while he let out a smile of satisfaction, I have heard about him...

A burst of memories crossed my mind:

"I'm here... For you...—says Arturo arriving at my business room. He wore expensive and tight urban clothes that made him highlight his muscles and so on.

"Did you hurt Raquel?" For me? - I asked getting up from my seat, going towards him.

"She already has someone... That drives me crazy.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's called..." Dominick It's the pleasure made man... The flame of the sensual with the sexy. One day you may get to meet him.

"You have me..." he let out a chuckle bringing me back my memories.

"But I love him," I joined his lips and he gasped like a little fish, "I want you to bring him for me... And I will give you the happiness you need.

"Really?" he asked me, sighing and smiling.

"Yes..." I touched his body slowly. I took my hand to his cock and began to massage it.

Lucia

It's been four years since I haven't seen my son, I pray to God every night for him, waiting for him to be well and that he has managed to heal from everything he was diagnosed with, day by day I regretted everything that had happened. The shitty mother I've become.

That Ricardo was a lawyer was the most serious problem, I spent a lot of those years fighting to see my son and I couldn't. It was all in vain.

After a certain time my son decided to go to Valencia, where we previously lived to see Dominick, I left him, I would be very happy to hear from him and how he had been in these two years...

Since Dom was born Ricardo changed completely, those years in which he was a child, when we found out that he was sick... he never gave him the importance or never supported him as the perfect son that God had given us. My mom died a few years after my dad, in those days when Ricardo was hospitalized.

Something always told me that something had happened since he returned that day. Something that changed the course of his life. Something that completely changed it. I wanted to understand everything from what he had told me and my family about his past. He was always someone shy and efficient in what he did, he always made an effort in what he was passionate about.

I didn't have much contact with my brother again, after he got married the last thing I knew was that his son had been born. But the distance that separated us was a lot. He had his own company in France, so since we almost never had time, we didn't contact each other again as before.

Ricardo was always manipulative after he worked in his own office. He always had a high confidentiality with his work, it seemed almost secret, as if it were bad, as if something was hidden.

When I found out that he cheated on me with another woman, the world fell apart. But I was brave and wanted to take my children, but for some reason he wanted to stay with Dominick, despite his rejection of him. And that was what worried me as a mother, that it would hurt my child's defenseless.

When we lived as a family, I had a very close friend named Elena. I met her in college, when we were on our way to classes that we ran into by chance. They say that the best friendships are not planned. Like this one.

We also lost contact after my separation with Dominick because I had been left with nothing, I also wanted to take advantage of the moment of being close to find out about her.

After two weeks, after Adam was still looking for Dom, I was on the bed of the motel that my son had rented to me. We had come on vacation, but for me to avoid having to meet Ricardo and have a problem; I preferred to stay and wait.

I received a call from an unknown number. I hung up the cell phone and with nervousness in my voice because I imagined that something had happened to Adam:

"Hello?"

"Is Lucia you?" the voice behind the cell phone asks me. The voice seemed familiar to me, to which I decided to ask with some distrust.

"Elena?"

"Yes, yes." It's me. How long woman! -he told me. He was happy—. I found your number in the old agenda that I carried at the university everywhere," he explained to me. You haven't changed your number from what I see. How have you been?

"Everything's fine." I'm now on vacation in Valencia, I'm staying in a motel, everything is perfect. Although, you know... what happened four years ago... -I lowered my voice when I remembered it:

"Mommy, I want dad to love me like I love him..."

"Yes." I remember it. I wanted to talk to you about your son's subject," he put a serious voice when he told me that. I would like us to see each other. Do you have time?

I was worried about his tone of voice. I felt that he was going to tell me something important and since I had nothing else to do and I came to know about my son, it was the perfect situation.

"I'll go to your house." Can you give me your address? -I replied without giving rise to fear or a desperate situation.

After having his address, I went home in a private taxi with a suitcase. I walked the streets of Valencia appreciating the harsh sea, the splendid view of the sun's rays reflected in the water and a lot of thoughts of concern, past memories, Dominick, my family... everything. Night fell all over Spain. Already the lanterns gave their bright light and the businesses, companies and departments adorned a spectacular view of the whole place with their beautiful colored lights and diversity.

I finished arriving at my destination. I paid for the taxi and stood in front of the house that Elena had indicated to me. I was going to call her, but she avoided this by leaving her house with a smile. When I saw her, I couldn't help but smile and go with her synchronizing a hug, one of those you give when you don't see someone for a long time (although that was the case), or like those you give when someone needs to cry and you consent to it that way.

We left a couple of kisses on the cheeks and entered his home. I left the suitcase on the floor.

—We haven't seen each other for a long time. You haven't changed anything," he told me closing the door while I appreciated his home with exasperation without removing the smile from my face.

"Yes." You look perfect too. On top of a beautiful house - I replied. Turning to see her—. And Moses? - I asked enthusiastically. In class there were two boys who went crazy for her. Elena only liked Moses, who didn't even give her the time. Yes, I know. Typical cliché.

"Well... we're getting married!" I jumped screaming like a schoolgirl amazed by the answer. I asked him to tell me how everything had happened. For a while I forgot the reason why I had come.

Approximately four hours passed since my arrival. I had dinner, took a shower and put on clothes, passing through the house, I noticed that in one of the rooms there was a photo: it was Dominick. I had an immense desire to cry, but I didn't understand why there was a photo of him here.

"It's time for me to tell you." I need you to see the seriousness of a matter that I just discovered," he told me from the door with his hands intertwined showing nervousness. I didn't want to start you so bitter, but things are not right, Lucía - he said my full name. There are problems. I took several steps towards her.

"What happened all these years?"

<•>

Barcelona, Spain.

6 years ago...

When you left with Adam and Ricardo stayed with Dominick, in those days Moses and I already knew that we could not have children. At home, at night, your son's screams could be heard while his father mistreated him. It filled me with courage because your son was a soul of God and besides he was sick... I was filled with courage just thinking about how Dom suffered with your husband while Moses and I longed for one with so much desire.

We didn't dare to adopt. We never knew how to explain why. Moisés and Ricardo worked together on something, very secret from what he told me. But I never paid attention to that, but more to the child.

One day, Ricardo came with cruel words that even hurt me:

"I'm fed up!" I don't give more with this useless walker! -he shouted as I brought it held by the sweater, throwing it in front of me-. I don't want this as a son. I don't want anything, it's useless, that shitty boy should never have been born - they were cruel words, I reacted in the manner of a worried mother and went to see if he had any blows and so it was, he had a purple face and finger marks on his small arms as if they had held him for a long time in a bad way.

The boy was sobbing on the floor while maintaining a defensive position perhaps waiting for another blow from his father. It destroyed me to see him like that.

"I'm really bored of him." I don't want it, I really don't.

"What do you say, man?" said Moses, who was also here watching the scene. If you don't want it, my wife and I gladly accept it," Moses told him, somewhat defiant.

"Take it." It's yours! I don't care... good luck with that! See if you don't die in a year or two," he said, looking at the boy. I looked at him with anger but I didn't express it. This way he avoided a future problem.

The boy got up with my help and clung to my legs, he looked at his dad with tears in his eyes while he passed his somewhat dirty fingers through his eyes to dry them, he sobbed as if it hurt to have heard everything and said:

"I love you, daddy. I promise that I will change to be someone for you, someone useful. Forgive me for not being a good son."

The boy's words broke me. Despite everything the father had done to him, he loved him and asked for forgiveness. I felt the need to hug him and tears ran down my cheeks, it moved me too much. The father maintained his position, he did not flinch at all and made me think if in Ricardo there was humanity or some feelings.

The boy came with me. Moisés stayed a little longer with Ricardo and already with the boy at home I invited him to a shower, the boy took off his clothes and his body was marked with bruises and scratches everywhere. I was very distressed to see him like that.

"Daddy... daddy," the little one whispered between sobs.

At that moment I promised myself that I would help this child never cry again, to be happy and smile again.

So it was, because in a few days the little one had already forgotten as if by magic everything that had happened. I was amazed but I didn't stop to discuss or investigate it.

Days after our little one was at home, he checked his underwear before going to wash it. You know, caution and that. There was blood on his boxers, underpants and in some the stain was bigger than in others; I decided to investigate with a hospital and after doing some tests I found out that the child had been abused, perhaps several times because of what the doctor told me.

The boy seemed not to remember it and was diagnosed with transient global amnesia, which a strong trauma made him forget all that, but he was still there. I integrated him into the school, he adapted well and made friends with a very close neighbor here. Soon the boy adapted to us although he was not very talkative and we lived with him until he was sixteen, which was when I decided to tell him the truth: he was not our son.

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"Ricardo... did he abuse Dominick when he was little?" my eyes were shedding tears non-stop. Listening to him like that filled me with anger. "Why didn't you demand it?"

"I knew you would ask and I omitted that part to tell you as another case that is a serious problem, Lucia." That's what he said, again more serious.

"What's going on?" I asked without understanding the reason.

Diego

I walked towards the exit while watching the children entering their rooms, my step was hurried, I wanted to go out to look for the others. I hadn't heard from them for a long time and I wanted to come back for Dominick. I wanted it to be mine.

"Where did you leave Dominick?" the doctor asks me, interrupting my step.

"He's in the cell, fainted and tied up." What are you wearing there? -I asked him pointing to a strange bag he had in his hand.

"I want to do some experiments with Dom." Years ago I wanted to see a reaction of his body in relation to sex," he explained to me. Now that I have it here, I'm going to do the respective tests since we need the girls' placenta.

"Are you telling me that...?" I asked amazed understanding part of what he wanted to tell me, he answered me confirming it:

"I will make Dom have sex with the girls, get them pregnant and we will abort him in order to extract his placenta. Dom will be our sex toy - he finished saying releasing a Machiavellian laugh.

Sweet experiment.