PROLOGUE...
He laid quietly on the bed. In the dimly lit room, he could feel the cold breeze brushing along his skin. Ivan trembled in fear as his heart sort in the bitterness of his life.
Was it the end? Or was it his end?
The same question relapse over and over within his broken shaded heart. Was this how his life was meant to be! He wanted to ask out everytime, but was left speechless in depth.
Click! The opening door grapsed his attention. Though he could not see anything except for the rays of light that did not last for seconds, Ivan could still sense the presence of another being within the room. He was sure it might be his employer. Either an old hag or perverted drunkard who couldn't wait to devour him up.
"No doubt you're beautiful!"
He sinked into the bed, trying hard to keep calm as much as he could. As an unfamiliar hoarse voice echoed within his ears, the musky smell of tobacco filled his nostrils making his heart race within his chest.
Laying nude on the cold silky bed, Ivan felt a lump form in his throat. Scared to the point that he could only starmmer after opening his mouth to speak. Sluggishly, a bitter feeling eveloped his heart knowing full well that he could not run nor hide away. Even if he did so, no one was going to come to his aid. This was his fate and Ivan knew the was nothing he could do about it.
All his life, Ivan an thought he would lose his first time with his first love. He always dreamed of spending his entire lifetime with the one he loved. Indeed, he wished for a lifetime filled with blissfulness.
"Ahh!" Ivan yelled abruptly, feeling two rough hands pulling him up. Blindfolded, he didn't know what to do. Everything was before his eyes were dark as his whimpered in pain, his wrist and feet tied to the bed to prevent any resistance.
A cold warming breath fell on his skin as a rough hand outlined the contours of his face.
"Truly beautiful!" The same hoarse voice complimented yet only sending shivers down his spine. The next second, Ivan could hear clothes being torn apart.
Is he that impatient to munch on me! Ivan thought. Oblivious of the fact the man before him was drugged. A truth he was well aware of from the beginning. After sometime, everything seemed to be eerily quiet. The whistling of the wind could be heard within the pin drop silence.
"It hurts!" Ivan jolted. Wanting to scream as loud as he could yet the mysterious person wouldn't let him. His rough hands covered his mouth, deafing his pleads. It wasn't supposed to hurt that much, was it?
Uhmm! Tears trickled down his eyes as his squirmed uncomfortably in pain. He didn't know. If he were to know that he was going to be violated against his will, Ivan would have definitely refused. They'd only told him that he was supposed to entertain an honourable guest. He was also in need of the sum of money given, that was why he agreed.
Ngh! Ivan turned around. Trying to find a comfortable position to ease his pain yet the brute before him wouldn't permit him to do so. Naturally, unlike other boys his age, Ivan had a petite figure so it wasn't difficult for the man before him to hold both him down with one hand, the other muffling his tears and screams.
Tears trickling down his eyelids, Ivan felt he was actually going to break. At this point, his blindfold was wet and filled with his tears as his fingers clutched onto the sheets for support, his heart racing uncontrollably. With every single thrust, Ivan jolted upwards. Feeling as if something within him was being broken and smashed into pieces.
At that moment, as his head become heavy, feeling dizzy, Ivan wished for nothing more but for the pain to stop before passing out.
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Six weeks later,
"You stupid boy! Bastard! I can't believe you sold your body for money!Whore!"
"D...Dad I-I..I"________Pak!"Don't touch me! I'm disgusted by your touch!" Mr Smith looked as if he was about to puke.
Ivan fell on his knees. His eyes swollen as he stared at his family. They were the reason he made that choice. The one's that pushed him to the edge of the cliff yet it didn't take a second for them to abandon him. Leaving him devastated in the slums.
Looking on as the servants dragged out his bag of clothes, Ivan cried on pitifully. "Dad...I don't have anywhere to go!" He managed to say out loud from his continuous sobs. Though broken, his words were still audible.
"The child of a bitch will always be a bastard!" David declared.
"Mother!"
"How dare you call me that! Remember one thing, I'm not the one that birth you!" Mrs Smith stood beside her husband. Her hands on his shoulder as she watched on with satisfaction. Ivan had always been a pain in her ass and now it was time to get rid of him.
"I-I really don't____________have anywhere to go!" Mrs Smith continued. Her hysterical laughter echoing throughout the quiet mansion.
"C'mon Ivan. If you really don't have anywhere to go then where did that thing within you some from. Ofcourse, it must have a father right. What a joke, Ivan, please go to the father of .......it?"
Signalling the guards, Ivan was dragged out of the mansion as Mrs Smith followed behind. Thrown on the streets, she threw a bundle of dollars at him.
"Since I'm a good person, I know you don't have money Ivan dear, keep that money. It's not big enough but if needed, I hope it can help with an abortion!"
"What!" Ivan raised up his red swollen dilated in surprise.
"By the way! I have some important words to tell you." Mrs Smith continued conspiratorially." You know before that lowsy of man died, he really did want to talk to you but I just could not let him. Such a pity I didn't listen to his words before strangling him to death. At least, I would've helped relay his last message to you before kicking you out. But whatever, he's already dead by the way. Bye!"
Watching her walk away happily, Ivan couldn't control his anger. Like a madman, he tried to out ran the gaurds inorder to strangle her to dead. "I'll kill you. You killed him, killed him! You killed grandpa!"
"So what if I did kill him, that oldman was deemed to die anyways. I just helped his escape from his misery faster."
"You!........Ahh!" Without notice, Ivan was thrown out onto the streets. His petite body landing on the ground as he held onto his bad of clothes.
He's face distorted in pain, Ivan screamed. His hands clutching onto his tummy as everyone silently watched him perspirate and struggle in pain. Feeling a strange liquid ran down his legs, Ivan swapped his fingers across to see what it was. At first sight of the crimson liquid, Ivan's face grew pale in horror.
"Blood!"
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Boylove Romance.
Unexpected Daddy by Samantha.
