The Things Left Unsaid

This came out a lot faster then I thought it would. O.o Oh well. This is what I was waiting to write anyway. I’m a pervy little Kitten so no one can expect much less or more from me. Horrible Things always happen when I start typing! –laughs insanely-

ZOMFK I’ve gots myself a review! It is from a Crazykitty…..hehehe crazy kitty. Anyway, she thinks my story is interesting, and it is in a sick cosmic sort of way. Anyway Crazykitty you are much loved for reviewing and I hope you stick with me even after my computer crashed.

WARNINGS: Okay, this is where the sex comes in. I know that’s what people have been waiting for and it will be in this chapter. More hallucinations and anything else I can think of. HE IS A MINOR BEING SEXUAL ASSAULTED! Just wanted to make that clear.


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Everything hurt. My head hurt, my chest hurt, my legs hurt, everything hurt. I could hear the sound of water slowly dripping from somewhere high, but wherever that was it was hidden from me. I groaned a bit when my consciousness slowly began to return to me and I tried to open my eyes. Everything was dark. My heart started pounding a bit faster now and I cursed. Why was everything still dark? My arms were sprawled above my head and I sighed before trying to pull them down. They wouldn’t move. I could feel panic start to over power me and I started hyperventilating. Why couldn’t I move my arms? I tried to look up at them, everything remained dark.

My heart was pounding in my throat now as I tried to pull down on the restraints on my arms. They felt cold and metallic, wrapping tightly around my writs only. Were they some sort of chains? Why was I chained up? I was almost screaming now as I thrashed and pulled as hard as I could on my arms only to gain a searing pain in my wrists. Whatever was around them were quite large and heavy. I whined a bit and was surprised when a bright light burned into my eyes. I yelped, and could feel tears grow in my eyes, why could I not see still? It was bright enough in the room beyond the…oh. I could feel my face flush a bit as I realized I had to be blindfolded and settled against the surface below me. Now that I was a bit calmer I noticed it was almost soft, in a bumpy uncomfortable sort of way.

I whined again as I heard a door squeak loudly or at least I hoped it was a door. I let out a quick breath when I heard footsteps coming closer to me and couldn’t say if I was relieved or not. So there was someone coming in, that could actually lead to a lot more pain then I wanted. The person sat themselves at the edge of what I could only assume was my bed and leaned down into my face. I coughed as the smell of alcohol rushed into my nose and the person laughed. It was a man. My heart felt a small feeling of relief at the laugh, but the rest of me couldn’t feel that way. ‘At least it’s not Mother.’

A warm finger trailed down my jaw line and I shuddered as it lifted my chin. It was such a strange feeling, the way the man trailed his finger up and down my throat. The warm finger traveled down my throat and teased my collar bone making me gasp. What was I doing? What was he doing? His finger trailed back up my throat and rested lightly on my chin before lingering by my mouth. A soft breath came from my mouth and I heard the man chuckle. “Such a pretty little kitten, won’t you purr for me kitty-cat?”

My senses returned to me for a moment and I lurched forward, but when my arms still wouldn’t budge I just bit randomly. The man’s fingers had to be close still, but unfortunately he had pulled them away because I tasted no blood in my mouth. He laughed again, a deep throaty laugh, before leaning on the bed causing it to creak. I could smell the scent of alcohol flood my face again as he spoke and I almost gagged. “Kitten has claws does he? Well I do know ways for them to be used for good instead of evil.” My heart pounded at his words and I instantly stopped moving. This made him laugh again and I felt him nuzzle my throat with his face. “Does the kitten want me to show him?” I shook my head rapidly and he laughed again.

Another soft touch trailed down my throat, but I don’t think it was a finger. It was softer, but I don’t know what it could have been. Maybe his tongue, but it didn’t feel wet so I still wasn’t sure. I gasped again and that only made him laugh harder. The air against my irritated skin made me shiver and my breath started coming in sharp breaths. This wasn’t right, this couldn’t be right. I could feel more tears growing in my eyes and I whined as the older man moved making the bed creak. Was he getting closer or moving father away? I whined again when my question was answered and I felt his cheek brush against mine. I could feel stubble against my smooth skin. Okay, he was older then me, but that wasn’t that big of a deal. I was thirteen after all; there was a lot of room in age out there.

“Stop it.” It was a soft whine as it came out of my mouth and I closed my eyes as tightly as I could. Even though I couldn’t see I still felt the man staring down at me. I could still feel his anger coming through my blindfold and stabbing at me like daggers. It was a horrible feeling, but it made the man stop. For that moment at least. I could hear him scoff at my statement and I gasped in pain.

His hands gripped painfully at my throat and my mind reeled. What was he doing? Why was he doing this? I coughed, trying to breath but failing and stared at the darkness in front of my eyes. “Little Kitten with his claws so sharp thinks he can talk back huh?” I coughed again and world began to spin dangerously. “You think you can tell me what to do huh?” I could feel everything starting to fade right as he let go of my throat. I coughed, pain I’m sure obvious on my face, and gasped air in as harshly as I could. I could hear the springs of the bed squeak again and whined. “What’s the matter Kitten?” The alcohol made me actually gag this time and he slapped my face. Tears leaked from my eyes now as my cheek burned in pain. My shoulder began to shake and my wrists pulled with every sob.

The man growled at this, and smacked me harder this time. “Stop that, I didn’t even do anything to you!” Another sob racked my body and I felt his weight push down on top of me. The man was heavy against my small frame and it pushed the air out of my struggling lungs once more. “Why are you crying? You want something to cry about I’ll give you something to cry about.” The man struck me again, this time so hard my head snapped to the side. I could feel my neck strain as he pushed down on the side of my face, leaning down against my cheek. “Is the Kitten going to stop crying now?” I whined but couldn’t stop the flow of liquid trailing down my face. “Alright, but you can’t tell me later that I didn’t warn you.”

The man’s hand left my face and struck me hard against my chest. I coughed painfully at the pressure and my tears became heavier. I bit my lip as the man took his weigh off me and pulled at my wrists until I felt them pop. I screamed at the pain, but the man struck my face and my scream ceased. His weight pushed down on my chest again, and his hands wrapped around my throat once more. I coughed and probably would have cried if I could get the air to do it. I would have clawed at his hands if I could. So all that was left for me was my legs. I brought one up to my chest in an attempt to push the man away, but this only made him angrier. He hit my face, harder the all the other times, his other hand still pressed dangerously at my throat.

Finally, when my world began to spin again, he let go and I coughed and gasped painfully. The man took my chin then, forced my face up, and dug his fingers into my neck. I could feel the pain blossom in my throat as small red trails of blood leaked down my throat. ‘I’m bleeding…’ The thought made my head spin and I groaned. I think the man took it the wrong way because he leaned in and bit into my throat roughly. I cried out in pain again but it turned into a soft gasp as he lapped at the warm liquid spilling onto my throat. I could feel him smiling against my irritated skin and he laughed. “Do you like that Kitten?”

I would have screamed at him, cursed him to the depths of hell, but he bit into my throat again causing all my rational thought to leave me. The feeling of it was something I had never felt before. Sure it hurt and made the tears stain my face even more, but it also made my head swim. The way he licked at my throat afterward wasn’t helping either. Was I turned on? I shuddered at the thought and the man pulled my shirt open, popping the buttons from the thin black fabric. My heart dropped at this action and I began to struggle again. “What are you doing, stop it!”

The man bashed my head into what I could only assume was the head board and I saw stars and spots appear in the darkness. I could also feel a warm liquid leak from my head. I gagged at the thought of bleeding even more and started to thrash. A part of me told me it was useless, but I couldn’t just lay there and let this man do whatever he wanted with me. I gasped as the man gripped my groin harshly and tried to pull away from the hand but he just gripped tighter. “Little Kitten should behave or else I might start hitting below the belt, how does that sound for ya eh?” I whined at that and stopped my thrashing. He let go of me.

I rested my head against the pillow now, staring at the nothingness that was my range of sight, and let out a small moan. My head was throbbing even worse now and every breath seemed to burn like a fire in my throat. The man paused for a moment before chuckling a bit. “If the Kitten promises to be nice I’ll take that little mask off him eh?” I perked up at this, raising my head to nod at the man. He chuckled once more before reaching up, stroked my hair gently, and untied the small black rag that was over my eyes.

The light burned for a few minutes and I had to blink past it and close my eyes more then once. Finally once the tears cleared I could see the man that straddled my hips. He had short, greased back black hair and a small scar over his left eye. I blinked at the mark, memorizing it, it would be what I would tell the police about him. A dirty looking man with a scar over his eye. He smiled sadistically down at me and I shivered as it reminded me of Raenis. Raenis’ smile didn’t make me feel this much dread though. He leaned down, his alcohol reeking breath blowing in my face as he spoke. “What do you think little Kitten?”

I didn’t know what to say to that, what could I say to that? Obviously I wasn’t happy with what I saw, how could I be, but if I said that he might hit me again. If I lied he might be able to tell and he’d hit me again. I whined and he took that as a decent enough answer. His smile grew a bit as he drew himself closer to my face and pressed his lips against mine. My entire body stiffen at the sensations and I could feel tears growing in my eyes again. What was he doing? My tears must have touched his face because he slammed my head painfully against the headboard again and this time I had the strength to cry out in pain. He seemed to enjoy this because his sick smile grew wider and he took my face in his hands. “Kitten makes such pretty noises.” And with that he slammed my head into the board again.

I knew I was bleeding now, there was no way I wouldn’t be. I groaned lazily as he dropped my face and my head hit the pillow behind it. My shoulders were beginning to burn painfully now that I was awake and I was afraid they’d pop out adding in more pain to my now dislocated wrists. Just more pain to be added to this I guess. The man stuck his face in my neck again and bit down even harder then the last time. I gasped in pain and he laughed. Something in the back of my head told me that this would become a sick habit with us.

“Be a good Kitten and hold still won’t ya?” Calloused hands ran themselves down my chest and I closed my eyes. What should I do? Should I fight back and risk him hitting me like that again, or should I just lay here and let this man do whatever he wanted? I leaned a bit more towards the second option, just for the moment and closed my eyes as tightly as I could. If I couldn’t see him doing it then maybe it wouldn’t be happening. But I could feel the harsh skin of his hands stroke against my skin and it made me gasp despite myself. Why did this have to happen, and now of all times? Maybe I wouldn’t have liked it if it wasn’t for this damned puberty taking it’s hold on my body. Maybe then I would at least be able to pretend that I didn’t like it.

His fingers traced little lines in my chest, twisting my nipples when they came to rest on them, and I had to bite my lip in order to stop myself from moaning. This was wrong, I was wrong. Disgusting and just plain wrong. This man was god only knew how much older then I was and he was doing all this while some chain tied me tightly to the bed. In fact, I didn’t even know what type of chain it was, or even what the room looked like. I was so enthralled with what was going on now that I couldn’t even tear my eyes away to look at my surroundings.

I was about to glance up, just to look around, when the man bit on one of my nipples and I moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It hurt, bad, and I was nearly positive the small mound of flesh was bleeding, but my heart still jumped in ecstasy. What was wrong with me? Why was I enjoying this sick man’s game like I was? I threw my head back in another moan as the man bit down my stomach to lay at rest above my waist line. I could feel his stubble against my stomach and it made me whine again. He nuzzled the bare skin above my waist line and it burned slightly. I moaned as he bit down on the skin right above my pants and my vision spinned. What the fuck was that? “See Kitten, you can enjoy this to ya know.”

I was about to ask, make a fool of myself by making it clear I didn’t know what he was talking about, when he popped the button of my pants. My heart dropped again and looked down at the man, trying to pull on my chains again. “Don’t, don’t go down there.” My words didn’t really make sense to me, but he seemed to understand them well enough because he growled in anger. He bit down on my hip bone and I closed my eyes, a soft noise escaping my lips. My head started to spin and he laughed again before pulling my pants down a little. I made another soft whining noise and opened my eyes and looked down at the man. I could feel my neck stretch, but I just didn’t care.

All I could see was the top of his greasy head as he buried his face in my groin. I pulled at the chains while trying to pull my knees up, but this only seemed to make him angry again. He growled and pushed his hands down on my knees, locking them in place, and bit down on my now exposed thigh. It hurt, a lot. I screamed at this and thrashed my legs about. He growled again and pushed down into my groin. I screamed again before going limp. “Kitten, you’re starting to piss me off now.” He pushed down on my skin again and I moaned fully this time. The pain seemed to vanish now and all that washed through my body was deformed pleasure. I clamped my eyes shut as tightly as I could as he chuckled against my leg. The warm air made my skin crawl. “So, Kitten’s going to lay still now, yes or nor Kitten?” I nodded before I even realized what he was saying and he laughed again. “Good kitty-cat, you’ll like it better that way.

My mind was screaming as I felt him pull my thin under shorts down and I could feel tears welling in my eyes again. Maybe I should kick him, right in the face? No, he’d just get angrier and hit me again. But who was to say he wouldn’t hit me anyway, just for the fuck of it? This man seemed sick enough to go ahead and do that so it wasn’t like I had a reason not to fight back. Maybe I’d distract him enough for him to loose interest. It was a small fleeting hope that I knew would never come true.

So I brought my legs up, and kicked and thrashed as hard I could. He made a soft yelping noise as I made contact with the side of his head, but I knew it was a bad idea as I saw his face redden with anger. He took hold of my ankles harshly and pushed them upwards until my knees smashed into my nose. I could hear a sickening pop, but I wasn’t sure if it was from my hips or my nose as pain blossomed in both. I could taste blood leak into my mouth and I gagged. It tasted horrible; it tasted like iron and life seeping out of someone. Seeping out of me. I cried out in shock when the man pulled my pants and under shorts the rest of the way down and watched in horror as he threw them lazily over his shoulder. This didn’t look good.

“I could have been nice Kitten, but it just doesn’t look like you want to play huh?” His voice was soft but it still sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t see his face past my knees and my head was spinning from the blood that now dripped from my face. “You could have liked this more then I did.” I heard a zipper zip down and my entire body froze. “But now it looks like I’m going to have to make you cry again.” I screamed now, trying to thrash about but failed. He pushed my legs forward again and my knees bashed into my nose making me gag and my world spin. If he did that again I knew I’d pass out.

There was a pause in his actions where all that I could hear was my breath coming in gasps and sobs. Then I felt the pain. It erupted as he pushed inside me and I threw my head back into the pillow, crying out. Tears leaked out of my eyes and I sobbed harder. “No...” I couldn’t even hear my gasped words through my sobs and the noise he had made with that first thrust but I was sure he could. He laughed and leaned over my knees so I could see his face. The sadistic smile had grown even larger and his eyes scared me. They looked mad.

“What’s the matter Kitten, I told you couldn’t complain.” I gasped as he moved his hips, moving in deeper, and tears fell past my chin. “I think this is a good enough reason for you to cry though.” And then he pulled out, making me shiver. I cried out as he pulled my ankles over his shoulders and slammed back in. Something warm leaked down my back as he lifted my back side off the lumpy bed and I shivered, knowing for a fact it was blood. Everything just had to start bleeding today.

He paused for a moment, smiled insanely down at me, before he started moving. Pain ran up and down my body as he began moving in and out. He pulled all the way out, before thrashing back in and causing me to cry more. I clamped my eyes shut as the pain began to raw out my skin. It was horrible. I could feel this man inside me, moving, and it was enough to kill me right there. Enough to make my heart stop and end my useless and miserable life, but compared to this that would be something kind. There was no such thing as kindness in the world.

My entire body was burning from the stress of it all. In and out. In and out. Somewhere along the way I think my body fell numb. Somewhere along the way I think my mind did as well. Pain was really the only thing I was feeling as the older man pounded into me, but even that was starting to fade. Tears still stained my face and iron still lingered in my mouth, but that was it. Finally it ended with a grunt from him and something wet filling me. My sobbing started again then, somehow feeling dirty as he pulled his limp member from my body. He said something, soft and foul in my ear, but I couldn’t hear it. All I could hear was my own sobbing and a soft yet familiar voice.
‘My filthy little boy.’

The man left me then, my body spent and bruised, chained to the bed. His smile stayed sadistic as he turned his back to me. His footsteps seemed to echo, echo and promise the silence that she would return from. She always came from silence. The lights were turned off and the door was closed, leaving me all alone.

‘My poor filthy little boy.’

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-giggles- I know it wasn’t that specific at the end, but that’s how I want it. The sex will become a lot more explicit in later chapters so no worries. I do have A LOT of ideas for this story so don’t expect it to be a short one. I made a rough draft and it’s leaning towards fifteen to twenty but I may cut it down some. The next chapter I’m gonna throw you a surprise too! Don’t you let me fool you, this story isn’t about Liam! Can you guess who it is about? Good luck with that and reviews will be loved. Don’t forget to tune in next time! That next time being whenever I feel like updating!