Eric looked into the pitch dark of the night, recalling the days when he was a bright young thing; when the air smelt like flowers and there was nothing but happiness in life and. When he didn’t fall for John.

When they were both 17, John took his virginity as a birthday gift. By then, they were still in love; he could still cover up pain with sweetness of love.

But now, all he had endless pain and noneffective struggle.

Time could change a lot of things. Eric was not the same boy 14 years ago. He was reshaped by life and society, becoming a boring normal grown-up.

After God knew how long, John Chapman opened the door: “Last chance. Get in or stay out forever.”

Eric stumbled in, too sad to hold his pride.

People said that the secret of great tragedies was to destroy all beautiful things in front of the audiences. But Eric believed that real tragedy was never about destroy, but lost. He knew it because he lost John.

John planned to grab the chance and tame Eric once again. He wanted to warn Eric that, he should never think about break up with him.

But he hesitated when he saw Eric’s blood-drenched shirt.

Eric walked pass him, stripping his outfits while heading to the bath.

“Is this yours? What happened? Are you alright?” John picked Eric’s dirty shirt up, asking worried.

“Nosebleed.” Eric washed his hair under the shower; his voice was muffled by the sound of water.

“Why didn’t you say something? I’ll surely let you in…” John threw the shirt in the laundry basket, took off his clothes and stepped in the shower, standing beside Eric.

He grabbed Eric by waist, holding his chin and pressing kisses on his cheeks. Meanwhile, his other hand was wondering from Eric’s back to his stomach, as if counting Eric’s ribs with his finger.

Rubbing Eric’s thin wrist, John’s eyebrows twisted into a deep frown, “Gee, you are literally skinny…you are not an addict to any drugs, are you?”

Shaking his head, Eric said nothing. And, there was actually nothing to say.

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John didn’t ask anymore. He pressed Eric on the wall, sticking his tongue forcefully into Eric’s mouth, rubbing his slim waist.

John knew it’s one of the sensitive areas on Eric’s body.

Eric was shivering. Not for lust, but cold. Bathrooms walls were ceramic tiled and felt colder than ice right now.

John’s moves also disgusted him. He knew John tries similar techniques on his many lovers, which made him feel insulted.

“Stop it. I’m tired.” Closing his eyes, Eric stated outright.

John paused, then grabbed his cheek and forced Eric to look him, “You don’t want to do it at all, or just don’t want to do it with me?”

There were jealousy and fury in his voice, but Eric couldn’t care less: John used one hand to press his right cheek vigorously on the icy cold wall, while another hand pinching an extremely soft spot on his waist.

Both of which made Eric quite uncomfortable.

He tries to free from John’s hold, but failed unfortunately. So, he stayed still, avoiding further damage.

“Whatever.” Eric said, without looking at John.

For so many years, John Chapman had been praised to the skies and seldom been refused. To him, Eric’s refuse was nothing short of a humiliation.

“I see.” He snorted, turned off the shower and dragged Eric out of the bath: “Then I’ll do it anyway. Just to let you know, I’m much, much better than the dear doctor of yours.”

He didn’t try to hide the venom in his voice, and hurt Eric both on body and soul.

Eric was literally flung on the bed and bumped his forehead on the headboard.

He was still soaked by the short shower earlier and wetted the bedsheet. The air-conditioner was keeping the room temperature at a standard of 30 degrees Celsius. It should be warm enough, but Eric still felt cold. He was so cold that couldn’t control himself but curled up and shivered.

John was around 6 feet 1 inch and much higher than 14 years before. When they were younger, Eric would feel save for John’s strength.

Now, it only caused the deepest fear in his mind.

Eric struggled fiercely: he was truly scared now. But John didn’t let him go: he was also scared by Eric’s possible affair with the doctor.

Jealousy and fear already drove him up the wall.

He tied Eric’s resisting hands behind his back and penetrated him while looked into his eyes, without any preparation or protection.

Eric was frozen in despair and fear. Chapman was much stronger than him and he could hardly break free from this.

This was rape.

This was horrible.

This was not what he expected.

John left biting marks all over Eric’s body, like a puppy marking its territory.

When he bit on Eric’s nipple, orgasm suddenly struck him like an asteroid hit the earth. He went blank for a brief moment, then came in Eric’s rectum.

Less in 30 minutes, John was hard again. He turned Eric over, lying him face down to the mattress.

Then, he grabbed Eric by his waist, thrusted in, making sure he pressed on Eric’s prostate with enough force.

John chuckled with satisfaction, “I should admit that, I like it more when you fight back like this. It’s really sexy.”

Eric, on the other hand, thought it neither good or sexy. In fact, he was praying, to any god who might hearing, begging them to give him a quick death.

He didn’t want to be humiliated like this any longer.

In the end, John slept with a happy and peaceful smirk, leaving Eric slightly torn sphincter and rectum.

Coagulation disorder was one of the complicating diseases of his illness. Throughout the night, Eric could feel wounds in his backside were oozing blood.