Page 204 of Brainwashed

In the woods… with Lem. In that garden, surrounded by plants and yellow Dahlias. I smell them… I feel his soft lips on mine.

A whimper of agonizing devastation leaves me as I’m entered from behind. A hard, forceful thrust, barely lubricated and showing of no mercy. Thankfully, I’m a bit too high, and he can’t get all the way in. Plus, the dick is obviously not very impressive, so there are only a few inches in me.

But still… I don’t want it. Ihateit, in fact.

It’s covered in latex—at least we have that. I can feel it, moving in, desperately trying to go deeper as he lets out a disgustingly satisfied noise that makes me retch. The clicking of the camera keeps going while he ruts up into me and I just think about killing myself.

I pray for death, to whomever wants to listen. God, or the Devil, or Death himself, with his scythe…

Someone needs to come and take me away now. I just can’t do this anymore.

Tears seep from my eyes, absorbing into the blindfold. I feel so sick to my stomach at the feeling of what’s happening that I think I might throw up. And then an idea flickers…

If I throw up with this ball-gag in my mouth, then I could choke on my own vomit. It’ll probably be a painful way to go, but anything is better than what I’m feeling right now.

Templeton is saying things, but I’m not listening, because it’s all nonsense aboutyea, take it,andyour ass feels so good,andblah blah just fucking get it over with.

Succumbing to the nausea rising inside me, I urge my body to react to this sickening experience by producing bile. I haven’t eaten in days, so I doubt there will be much. I just need it to be enough for me to choke.

I’m full-blown crying now, just sobbing because even though I’m a lifeless husk, I can stillfeeleverything.

I don’t want to feel this. I don’t fucking want this…

I’m sorry, Lem. I wish I could hold on for you, but I can’t. I don’t want to live anymore.

My body is jerking around with his movements, the cuffs scraping along the metal pipe while I waver in and out of consciousness.

But then a loud slam perks me back up.

I feel Templeton jump behind me. Then he mutters, “Oh, fuck,” pulling out fast and backing away.

What’s happening??

I wish I could fucking see, but it’s all black. All I have are the sounds of someone saying, “Please, wait—” and then a thump.

Something crashes onto the floor, and I hear a bunch of grunting. Footsteps… At least two people.

What in the hell is going on?!

There’s a lot of shuffling, stomping and more footsteps, before a voice rumbles, “Where you think you’re going?”

My heart leaps so hard against my ribs, it shakes my whole body.

Lem.

Holy fuck, he’s here. That’s him! I know it.

“Listen, j-just wait,” I hear Templeton pleading, voice audibly trembling in fear. “We can talk about this—”

His words turn to a grunt at the sound of what is obviously Lem’s fist hitting his face. I hear it over and over while I hang here, shaking and heaving for breath.

“Stay down, dog,” Lem growls.

I hear a lot more shuffling, and a few muttered curses, before I feel him. But then his scent immediately envelops me, the sheer warmth of him standing in front of me bringing on a wave of delight to wipe away all the terribleness I just experienced.

He’s here. He came back for me.

Hesavedme.