Unedited chapter, cause I have a fantastic excuse which I can't disclose out of fear someone may taunt me with it later in life.
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All sorts of rape scenes flashed through my eyes, most of them involved me screaming in pain, him grunting like a gorilla and a lot of spanking.
So my first reaction was to grab my disinfectant spray. Holding it in front of me like a three-metre metal spiked baseball bat, I gave him my most dignified, and no-nonsense glare.
"Look here Troy, I am NOT a fag so don't jeopardise our friendship with your raging hormones!" I warned. Hand shaking as I let out a small hiss of disinfectant to let him know what he was in for if he chose to cross the line.
He stopped, raised an eyebrow and the world's most disgustingly smirky smirk shone from his face like a fucking light bulb. "You kneed me princess, we ain't friends, also that disinfectant is safe for child use, it doesn't sting," he replied taking another step towards me.
"Princess!? What part of me looks like a fucking....!?" Before I could finish he had lunged at me, knocking the air out of me and my hold on my precious disinfectant.
"Ni Seng Jing Bing, AHOR, fucking piece of baba shi...!"
The sound of metal clicking on metal resounded in our suddenly quiet room. The bastard had handcuffed my wrists to my bedposts. The rape scenes continued their marathon run through my head. I was definitely going to castrate this bastard.
"And to ensure I don't get erectile dysfunction before my time..." Troy produced another two sets of handcuffs which he used on my ankles. I wanted desperately to laugh at his use of big words and to tell him that he should say, 'peewee-go-bad' instead, but being locked, spread-eagle on my bed didn't put me in the mood for talking.
Running a single rough finger up my stomach and slowly circling it around my left nibble, he regarded me with a thoughtful expression. I really really don't get this guy, why the how hasn't he started the action yet?!
"You are a closet case," he finally stated after a few long minutes of deep concentration and nipple teasing. I don't know where he got his control from but I just wanted to grab his head and bang it on a hard metal surface.
Not waiting for my reply, not that I could from all my hyperventilation, he continued on with his philosophising about my sexual orientation, "That time on your bed, you had a hard-on, and then even knowing I had a crush on you, you would purposely walk around in those cute little jock straps..."
By now I was bored out of my brain and had practically fallen asleep. This bastard was going to pay big time.
"Look asswipe, either do your thing or get the fuck off me, I have homework to do!" I finally yelled out of impatience. The said asshole was still in his contemplation trance and was muttering under his breath about some gay magazine article he'd read. No wonder he had trouble getting laid.
Snapping back to reality, he looked at me puzzled for awhile and then grinned evilly.
