Spence's POV:
"Come here you silly brat," He picked me by my hair and pulled me enough to sit straight.
He crouched down on his knee and looked into my eyes, as if he was going to pull them out any moment. I wasn't certain about what he was thinking, but he bent down near my eyes and licked the crust formed due to the tears.
"Brother, move away!" I screamed out loud enough to burst a lung.
He picked up the rag I had thrown out and pushed it deep inside my mouth, almost touching the edge of my throat. I choked but he pushed it in deeper, not allowing any air pressure to remain inside.
"Prepare this kid. I want to devour him right now."
That statement of his sent chills down my weak spine.
"Wh... Do... You... Wan?" My voice was muffled.
Before I could fight back any further, the lackeys took me to a dark room and threw me upon something. I looked around and noticed that it was a bedroom and I was lying down on the bed, with one of the boys touching my feet. The other one came over and pulled the cloth out of my mouth.
I took an extremely deep breath as my body buried into the mattress.
"What are you doing kiddo?" The taller one asked me.
"I can't breathe you idiots!" I felt a sense of supremacy among them.
I giggled as they fiddled with my feet, unsure of what was coming next.
"Ahh..." I suddenly whimpered as I felt pain in my ankles.
The lackeys lifted both of my legs and held them up, revealing thick ropes around the circumference of my feet.
Pangs of fear began to rise in my mind as my vision about what was happening became clearer by the minute.
"Call me Paul for now." The taller one said.
"And I am Shawn." The shorter one followed.
"Brother... Please let me go to my house." Tears brimmed in my eyes as I suddenly realized what they had done to my mother.
"We can't help you in this." Paul said as he placed his cold hand on my thigh.
He glided it across the length span of my leg, eventually reaching my groin. I could feel his harsh hands squeeze my genitals as pain began to rise in them. He rested his left hand on my left thigh as he climbed on me. I was certain my body would crush under him.
"Brother, please leave me." Tears began to stream down my cheeks and I struggled to pull out my hands, but it was all in vain.
Suddenly, I felt the weight on my body decrease. I looked around with my blurry eyes and saw Paul, who was standing in the corner of the room.
He muttered, "I can't do this to... a kid." His voice choked.
"Paul... We have to do this if we want money."
"I can't sell my morales for something so transient as money." He said as he hung his head low.
"Money can buy anything, even morales these days."
"You do it, I am leaving." He said as he rushed out of the room, shutting the door with a loud bang.
I shuddered.
The other person, Shawn looked at me with the same lust filled eyes. There was absolutely no guilt in those eyes, rather a sense of triumph. He walked towards me with a fixed gaze and climbed on me, with him on top of my frail body. I could feel his gaze dig deep into my soul.
"You aren't going anywhere." He muttered.
I scrambled around my center, trying to break free but his stable hands had me pinned down completely. I decided to surrender. Laying low on my back, I completely gave myself away and shut my eyes as I seemed to have given up on my future.
His hands traversed from my waist all the way upto my neck. Cupping his hands around it, he pressed it tightly.
"Leave... Me." I couldn't breathe at that point.
His fingers pushed my lips apart and moved inside, as he curled it around my tongue. My teeth clasped on them, causing him to take them out on an instant.
"Ahh!" He whimpered in pain. "I'll make you pay for this!" His hand moved upward and landed on my face tightly. I heard the echo of the slap across the entire room.
I wanted to scream but held my screams back.
He pressed down further on my stomach and squeezed my wrists to the point my blood vessels were ready to burst. Looking into my eyes intently, his lips crashed against mine, as he proceeded to bite them and move around his tongue inside my mouth. A young Spence did not know why someone would eat someone's tongue. Afraid that he would gobble up my tongue, I bit him again but he didn't budge this time.
Rather, someone knocked on the door and walked in.
"Is he ready?" They excitedly asked.