Calebs's POV
"Get up slut" I hear a faint voice in the distance. Ugh, my head is pounding. "I said get the fuck up!" So loud. I slowly open my eyes looking at a clock that is in front of me. 2:00am. I suddenly recalled that Mike had forced me to consume drugs again and nearly made me overdose. "LEVANTATE PENDEJO!"(GET UP DUMBASS) Recognizing the voice I shot up and saw Mike who was leaning on the door frame. Afraid of what he would do to me since I already made him wait, ignoring the pain in my ass and the bruises on my body I ran towards him.
As I get near him he grabs my hair yanking my head back. "Make me wait again, and I'll make sure you end up in a hospital", the low growl in his voice making him more intimidating. While I process what he had just told me I failed to notice him lift his fist and only felt sharp pain on my abdomen. Cradling the area he punched I involuntarily moved down slipping out of his grasp trying to catch my breath. Only to notice my mistake after feeling cold water and ice being poured on me.
Knowing that Mike was now a horny fuck and I needed to eat, I knew exactly what he wanted. Not long after reading his desires I hear him say "Hands and knees" I slowly get down trying not to groan at the pain. He shoves me onto the floor to make me hurry up. I push myself up to get in his desired position while arching my back.
"Fuck-" I hear him mumble "You're so wet." No shit of course I am, it's an automatic response of my stupid body. And the longer I starve the more it's gonna happen. I hate it. I swallow back my tears knowing what he's going to do next and prepare myself to moan in 'pleasure' even though all I feel is cold sharp pain up my ass.
He shoves an ice cube into me causing me to involuntarily moan. "Fucking slut." Do you think I want to be?! I feel the ice cube melt inside me and immediately after felt him shove his dick in me. I screamed at the terrible amount of pain I felt earning a punch to my left shoulder. "Shut the fuck up. Shit, you're so tight" Please, I can feel the tears forming in my eyes, please get me out of here. I let out another moan while being pounded trying to think of something else. After he's done, I no longer feel hungry. It disgusts me that the only way I can feel full and eat food is by being raped by this son of a bitch. Although actual food is not that big of a deal it still tastes good. But it has no flavor without real food. Sex.
I lay on the floor, no longer being able to move, feeling dirty with cum all over me. Mike gets up and walks out the door. When he opens it, his friends and phones greet him. After they notice me they divert all of their attention to me. All Mike said in response was "Attention whore". Bitch, who left me like this? I knew better than express my anger and instead struggled to get up trying to ignore all of the cameras around me. I'm handsome anyways and father's gonna kill me either way.
Not knowing if Father would have wanted me to act proud or keep my head down, I slowly shut the door while winking at everyone outside the room. I know better than to break down here. While reaching out for something to hold on to, I realize I don't know where any of my things are at.