Distortion

The morning after brought all the memories of the previous night as Liam laid on the bed in Damien's embrace. The clock on the bedside table read 11:30.

Liam had been awake for nearly fifteen minutes but he didn't move a muscle. He didn't want to face Damien not now, not ever. But he knew his fate was sealed. He would never be able to escape Damien's grasp.

Last night Damien made it amply clear that he was not planning to dispose of Liam anytime soon as he took him again and again.

Damien was an animal in bed. His libido was insatiable. He was like a hungry beast who smelled blood. He was like an addict whose favourite poison was Liam. But what broke Liam was how Damien easily manipulated his body and he lost count of how many times Damien drew orgasms from him each time further drowning him in shame.

Damien called him by his usual degrading names while he kept thrusting into Liam. It always affected him before but now Liam felt if he was truly a slut? Slowly turning his head to his right he looked at the sleeping figure next to him.

Damien was sleeping soundly, his black eyebrows relaxed, his long dark eye lashes fluttering. His jaw was covered in a five o clock shadow, fringes of his black hair falling on his forehead, his exceptionally handsome face looked satisfied.

He wrapped his arms around Liam as he held him close to his chiseled chest. His lips almost brushing Liam's forehead. Liam shivered as he looked at Damien's large palm spread on his bare abdomen. He didn't trust his own body anymore as it kept on betraying him despite his mind screaming how wrong it was.

Turning his head Liam looked at the ceiling above. He missed his parents. At that moment his life at the Rogers felt like a dream, a figment of his imagination which probably his mind conjured.

He missed his school too. He was absent for twelve days now. Did his friends miss him too? Were his teachers angry with him for skipping so many classes? Will he be able to ever go back? Even if he goes back what excuse would he give for his absence? His exams were nearing. Philip promised him his own car if he did well. He would turn 17 in just a month. He had so many plans with his friends. Would they remember him? Or would they move on?

"When did you wake up?" A sleep laced husky voice jolted Liam to reality.

"S..sometimes bb..back" said Liam still looking at the ceiling.

"Hmmm, are you sore?" Asked Damien as he pushed the boy's knees apart and traced the rim of Liam's orifice with his fingers.

"Nn…no… I .. I am f..fine", Liam finally looked at those black orbs silently asking for mercy.

"It appears slightly swollen" said Damien smirking. "You took me so well baby and I never wanted to stop. But you fell asleep on me Liam, how could you?" Asked Damien in mock rage.

"So…sorry, I am so sorry, pl…please don't h…hurt me." Said Liam in terrified stutter.

"Relax babe, I wont hurt you this time, at least not the way you think I would," said Damien huskily in Liam's ears slowly slipping his finger inside Liam.

Liam's breathing fastened. His mind, shattered already offered him no comfort as he knew what would happen to him again. He closed his eyes surrendering himself to his torment. He felt familiar tingling sensation building inside him despite the burn as Damien's skilful fingers kept hitting his prostrate.

Damien left the room carrying Liam in his arms almost close to noon. They had skipped breakfast and so Damien ordered a heavy lunch.

He looked at the boy in his arms amused. Liam failed to walk properly even two steps when they were getting ready for shower. Hence Damien gladly bathed and dressed the boy. But when he lifted Liam in his arms to walk to the dining room Liam's face turned adorably red.

"I..I c..can w..walk," he said timidly squirming in Damien's hold.

"Sure babe, but I want to carry you." Said Damien with a finality ending Liam's feeble protest.

Liam didn't argue anymore knowing his protests would be futile.

"After what we did moments back you are shy to be held by me? What a curiously stupid creature you are Liam." Said Damien, pinching Liam's rosy cheeks, his lips twisted into an amused smile.

It was true Liam was red, but not due to shyness, but due the sheer humiliation he felt. What Damien did to him behind the closed door already broke him both physically and mentally. He didn't want to face the world as Damien's bitch which Hazel called him time and again. He at least wanted the dignity of walking out by himself.

What Damien thought was Liam's adorable blush and shyness was Liam's heart bleeding red, shattered into pieces by the very man holding him in his arms. Suppressing his tears Liam kept his eyes downcast as they reached the dining room.

Lunch was a quiet affair with Damien engrossed in some files while Jacob stood beside him discussing important matters regarding his business. There was also another man whom Liam didn't recognise, who stood beside Jacob taking notes politely.

Liam ate what was offered to him without really tasting anything. He was slowly drowning in his misery. His once bright world was eclipsed by the darkness consuming his mind.

He looked at the steak knife held in his hands. It's sharp edges glistened with red gravy from the steak. Just like blood, Liam thought. Would it cut his skin as smoothly as it was cutting the steak?

'Why don't you try it?' Jeered his mind. For a moment Liam forgot that he was not alone in the room. For a moment the outside world blurred as he focused on the knife in his hands.

'Just one scratch, right on your wrist, if you cut it deep enough you will be free, just one strike Liam' his mind urged.

"What do you think you are doing Liam?" Came a sharp voice.

Damien was instructing Jacob regarding the deal that was going to happen tonight. The sex previous night was excellent and Liam was beyond delectable as usual. He moaned and sighed in pleasure as Damien watched him come apart with the slightest of stimulations. His eyes glazed and teary, lips parted as he sighed and chanted Damien's name clutching his arms desperately while Damien thrusted inside him.

Today morning he didn't intend to fuck Liam. But the boy was too irresistible with his soft naked body pressed against him luring Damien to devour him. Damien was never satisfied with just one round especially when Liam looked absolutely fuckable covered in his hickeys and cum. But that had cost him his whole morning and now he had to quickly catch up with Jacob and his secretary Smith.

Damien was dictating Smith the important altercations that was needed to be done for that night's meeting but his attention was always on Liam. Liam was quiet as usual. But there was a subtle change in him that he couldn't pin point.

It was as if he was loosing himself and was not aware of his surroundings. He watched as Liam looked at his hand in a strange way. Slowly he lifted the sharp steak knife and studied it, but his eyes had a faraway look. As if, though he was present physically his mind was in a different space. Startled he saw Liam brought the knife towards his left wrist and pressed it on his skin. Immediately thin line of blood formed in his wrist.

As soon as he realised what Liam was doing he grasped Liam's hand in his own.

"What the fuck Liam? Tell me what you are doing?" He asked again rage building in his mind.

Liam appeared to be in a trance as he looked at Damien with dull listless eyes. Damien snatched the knife from his hands and lifted Liam in his lap.

"Get me a medicine kit", he said applying pressure on the cut to restrict the blood flow. It was a light cut, thank God for Damien's timely interference.

'Silly boy', thought Damien.

"If you think you can escape me by killing yourself then you are in for a surprise" he said looking at Liam who sat silently on his lap.

"Or is it your way of grabbing my attention, why else you would do it in-front of me?" Fumed Damien.

"I thought you have learned your lessons, but I guess I was wrong. Let's see if I can hammer the lesson in your thick skull." He said grabbing the medicine kit from Smith.

After cleaning and bandaging Liam's cut Damien stood up leaving his half finished lunch.

"Luke should have arrived by now", he said turning to Jacob.

"Yes he is here since morning" replied Jacob.

"Good, tell him to meet me, its time Luke met Liam" said Damien.

Liam stood with his head bowed silently beside him. Now that he was out of his trance he realised how idiot he was. Yes, Damien was right he was really stupid if he thought even death was easy with Damien around. But no matter he only hoped he would again get a chance. This time he would make sure he was alone, he vowed himself.