The Obsession

Chapter Five


Meet Rayne Evers

I'd listen to the words he'd say but in his voice I heard decay the plastic face forced to portray all the insides left cold and gray there is a place that still remains it eats the fear it eats the pain the sweetest price he'll have to pay the day the whole world went away

Nine Inch Nails, The Day The World Went Away

The first thing he noticed when he awoke was the sensation of cloth against his skin. Was he not naked before he fell asleep? Billy opened his eyes and noticed how fuzzy his vision was. His head was killing him like he had a horrible hangover, but he never drank. When he tried to rub the fog from his face he froze in shock. Both his hands were restrained above his head. Terror has a way of bringing everything into focus, and now he could see that he was in (what's his name's) room. The sun was shining cheerfully through the window. So he had been out all night and it was now the next day. He gulped and took a quick glance around the room to see if he was alone. His eyes promptly fell on the man from last night. He was sitting in a chair beside the bed, casually smoking a cigarette and watching him. It disturbed Billy even more how pleased he looked. He realized then staring into those orbs of malicious glee that his being here was planned. The incident of last night had been a trap. But Why? He was about to ask said question when the pale man spoke.

“Well, this looks familiar.”

Billy just stared back at him in silent confusion. “Think about it and it will come to you.” The other man offered with a puff of his cigarette.

He racked his brain for several moments, trying to find any sort of memory that would make sense of his statement. Familiar? About him being restrained. Too a bed...

Billy felt like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped on him. It was a reference to Brad. “How do you know what about that? Not even the press knew.” His captor was grinning like a demented Cheshire cat now.

“Wow, that was fast. You are a smart boy after all.” The word “boy” brought it to Billy's attention that the other man was at least ten years his senior, if not more by the lines near his eyes. Something he did not notice in the dim lighting. With the unforgiving harsh light of the morning sun he looked older than he did the night before, but was still strangely attractive. However he could tell now that this man's beauty was only skin deep. Apparently what lurked underneath was a monster searching for prey.

“Well, why do you think I would know that? I'm not family, so...”

It was about this time Billy happened to notice a persistent smell that kept swirling in and out of his awareness. It smelled of musty clothes that needed a wash for some time and something else, a cologne perhaps. It was so familiar it gnawed at his subconscious like a hungry carnivore until it hit him. His gaze moved to the clothes he was now wearing and he gasped. It was similar to the sound you hear when someone turns around a corner and comes face to face with a ghost.

It was Brad's smell, Brad's cologne, Brad's favorite t-shirt, and presumably Brad's boxers.

“No...” Billy mumbled in horror. This was all too much. Disbelief, fright and absolute rage swirled around his dumbfounded mind until one took dominance over them all. The red hot rage.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Billy screamed, yanking painfully at the handcuffs. He did not care that they were cutting into his flesh, making him bleed. All he wanted to do was break free so he could choke the life out of the chuckling demon in front of him. “YOU DESTROYED MY FAMILY! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!” He was shouting so loud his voice was cracking, which amused the pale man more. “Yeah, good luck with those on.”

Billy kicked and thrashed on the bed, even kicked his legs out in an attempt to hit his captor without any success. When the red haze cleared some and he realized he was wasting his energy for nothing, Billy slumped against the bed, panting heavily.

“Now that you've got that out of your system let me introduce myself. The name I gave you last night was fake and you probably don't remember it anyway.” The other man stated calmly as he stood from the chair. He ground out the cigarette butt and took a seat on the bed beside Billy's chest (out of kicking range).

“My name is Rayne Evers. I was your brother's boyfriend.” Rayne let that thought sink in for a minute before he continued. “Yeah, your brother was gay and I was one of the secrets he kept in the closet.”

Billy did not want to learn all of this. Some things concerning the dead were better left unknown, but it seemed Rayne was intent on revealing everything anyway.

“Yeah, right. He'd never go for a creep like you. My brother had better standards than that.” He spat at Rayne. He felt a surge of victory when he saw that statement seemed to chip away at his arrogant exterior. “If he was gay he'd probably go for that football player that ended up dead too. I bet all you were was his wannabe boyfriend stalker, and you killed that Peters kid out of jealous rage.”

All humor was gone from Rayne's face now. In it's place was a fury that twisted his features to the point where he looked almost unrecognizable. In a white flash a hand gripped Billy's neck tight, choking him. “If you weren't so important to me you little fucker I would kill you now. How dare you say that to me. I was his fucking boyfriend you ignorant snot. Here's a newsflash for you...” Rayne's lips curved into an evil smirk. “Your preppy, straight-A, Mr. Popularity brother went for 'my type'. He'd get so damn turned on over me that he'd soak his panties like a fucking girl. And he screamed like one too when he had my dick up his ass.”

If Billy was capable of spitting in Rayne's face he would have at this point. He did not even care about the air being cut off from his throat. This man was wrong if he thought the threat of death would scare Billy. He'd felt dead for years. Physical death would be a mercy. Maybe he would get to see his brother and sister again. If that was what death meant, then he welcomed it. He had missed them so much.

“Just...do...it. Kill...me.”

Immediately the hand fell away from his neck. Rayne just smiled coldly. “No, bitch. You're not dying today. I have other plans for you.”

When his captor stood and began to undress Billy panicked. No, he could not do this. Not after learning what he knew now about this man. His brother's boyfriend, his killer. “No, don't do this. Please don't make me do this...” He despised the tremor in his voice but he could not help it. Billy felt like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown; especially at the sight of Rayne's erection pointing merrily at him. He felt like throwing up just looking at it.

“You were singing a different tune last night.” Rayne laughed as he proceeded to rub lube on his cock. When hands tugged on the boxers he was wearing he wept. With all dignity lost he cried like a frightened child who knew something terrible was about to happen. Rayne ignored him and yanked his legs open once the boxers were gone, inspecting his hole. “Eh, looks like I'll need to lube you up there too. You're already closed up. That's how tight you are.”

Billy ignored the sickening comment and focused on distancing himself from the situation. Maybe if he could zone out this would not be so bad. It seemed to work to an extent; the fingers poking their way inside of him were noticeable yet distant. Perhaps this trick would work.

A rough smack to the face snapped him back to full reality. So much for that.

“No, you're not going anywhere. You're staying right here with me.” Rayne growled. He was forcing Billy to look at him now, his free hand on the younger man's face.

“Yeah, that's it. You keep those pretty gray eyes on me.”

Now it was the head of Rayne's cock entering him, along with his hands gripping his hips so tight. He wanted to cast his eyes away from the man on top of him so bad it made him shake. But for some reason he could not, as if he was under a warped spell. Then with a quick jerk of his hips Rayne's entire length was inside Billy's hole.

The resulting scream was instantaneous. The pain was so intense he did not even realize he was shouting until his own voice rang in his ears. Not even the shoulder he dislocated at sixteen felt this bad. This agony was on a new level. Rayne did not notice nor care about Billy's pain. He had his face buried in Billy's shoulder, pounding away while he inhaled Brad's scent from the shirt.

“Fuck yeah, I missed you so much.” He growled setting a fast, harsh pace. This fuck was not about pleasure. It was about claiming what was his.

After a few minutes of clawing, biting, fucking and cursed obscenities Billy was reduced to tear-soaked whimpers. He stopped giving a damn about the rape, or the fact that he was breached this time without a condom. He never went bareback before, wanting to save that for when he was older; when he found someone that he could see himself settling down with. But those shattered dreams no longer mattered. He knew deep down the psycho above him would never let him go. Nothing mattered anymore.

As far as he was concerned he was in hell, and the man raping him with his eyes ablaze was the devil himself.

When it was finally over Rayne slapped him again to get his attention. All Billy had the strength to do was shoot the man a weak glare.

“That was so good. I always wanted to fuck Lee like that but I was afraid to hurt him. And if I had hurt him he wouldn't let me fuck him anymore so...” He shrugged and stepped into his briefs. “You both can take my dick better than any other twink I've fucked. I wonder what other things you have in common.” Billy's skin crawled at the lecherous look on the albino's face. He hummed cheerfully to himself as he continued dressing. When he turned to leave Billy groaned, “I need to piss real bad.” He had to use the bathroom since he woke up, and the punishment his prostate just took intensified the feeling.

Rayne grinned like someone who had thought of everything. He reached under the bed and retrieved a hospital bed pan. “Here you go. Lift.” Billy flushed in shame and did as he was told. Even though he hated this fucker he still did not want the experience of just pissing himself in the bed. He had been through enough humiliation in the last hour to last him a lifetime. He still was going to wait until the guy left before he pissed. Billy wanted to keep something for himself. Right at the exit of the room Rayne stopped and looked over his shoulder. “I'm going to get you some water and something to eat. You need it after the workout I just gave you.” He commented then disappeared.

With Rayne gone Billy felt all the tension melt away from his body. While he relieved himself he thought about his brother and the truth behind his death. No one in the family had known about a boyfriend, or that Brad was gay at all. The unknown reason why this horror happened was a mystery that had eaten away at him for so long. Now it made sense why his sister was left clothed and not molested, while Brad was found naked and restrained to a bed. He never learned of molestation on Brad, but he also knew his parents (namely dad) would not share such information with him anyway.

It was a revenge killing. But why was Bren killed? Was she just collateral damage? Was she the only one who knew? These questions bothered him now. It made sense to Billy if Bren was the only one who knew. Brad and Bren shared everything with each other.

Lying there staring up at the ceiling, wrists aching and ass burning, Billy came to the conclusion that if Rayne wanted him to be Brad he would. He would shove all his feelings of anger and loathing away and go with the flow. Because then one day Rayne would let his guard down, believing the lie. Then he would make his escape.

The one thought that was a shining light through the darkness was closure. His family would finally find the closure they yearned for all these years with this psychopath behind bars. Everyone would be able to put a name and face to the “Triple Teen Homicide” killer. That was far more important than his pain or humiliation. It was everything.