Silent Ground: Part 1

by Quil Carter

  There wasn’t a drop spilled around Sasha’s sweaty body, Kheva had consumed every bit of it. Sasha watched Kheva’s eyes flicker over to Kel, who was watching him with a look of pure lust, a string of pre-cum dripping half an inch off of his thick cock.

  Then, as the orgasm faded, and with it, the lust that clung to it, the embarrassment and shame returned with vengeance. Sasha rolled onto his side and began to quietly cry, and when moments later he heard Kel’s eager groans, his mouth full of what he knew was Kheva’s cock, he put his hands over his ears to drown out the noise.

  So many emotions were hitting him at once. Self-hatred had always been a familiar one, but it was nothing like what he felt now. Being raped was bad enough, but the fact that he’d just cum from Kheva’s touch, and had enjoyed it, hadn’t even wanted it to fucking end, was more than he could stand.

  Sasha began to cry harder, which infuriated him even more. What was crying going to do? All he fucking did when bad things happened to him, or he hit a whole new low, was fucking cry.

  You’re a weak fucking bitch. You never stand up for yourself, all you do is fucking cry!

  Back from the dead, the anger burst out of its shallow grave and found him again. And like it was fire, and the shame and degradation gasoline, it spread through Sasha’s body until he felt like a living fireball of rage.

  Sasha’s eyes snapped open and his teeth clenched. As he heard Kheva’s suppressed moans, and Kel’s excited noises as he sucked his master’s cock, the anger boiled him alive, until he could no longer stand it.

  Fuck them. Fuck Kel for taking his virginity, for raping him, for hitting him, abusing him. Fuck Kheva for bringing him here, for deluding him into thinking they would train him, accept him into their family. Fuck Kheva for being Kheva, a sociopathic asshole control-freak, a liar, a manipulator.

  And not just them. Fuck Jobe for betraying him, for not believing him when he had begged for his understanding. Fuck Uncle Lex for betraying him too, for talking behind his back, thinking he was crazy, telling that stupid psychiatrist everything about him and more. For controlling every facet of his fucking life and acting like he was fucking owed something every time his nephew tried to take control of his own life.

  Fuck all of them.

  I’m tired. I’m fucking tired of being abused, taken advantage of, being called crazy. I’m tired of being a tool for other people to advance whatever fucked up agenda they had.

  Fuck all of them.

  Sasha, naked and covered in blood and sweat, rose to his feet. He turned and saw Kel buried in between Kheva’s legs, both of their eyes closed as they shared their pleasure and ecstasy.

  With movements purely fuelled by anger, Sasha picked up the pair of scissors Kheva had used to cut off his undershirt.

  Then Sasha jumped onto the bed, his arm raised.

  And with a scream of rage… he stabbed Kheva in the neck.

  Or he thought he had. In a movement so quick it was just a blur, Kheva own arm swiftly rose and shielded his neck from the scissors. Sasha instead plunged the scissors into the side of Kheva’s arm, so deep Sasha felt them hit bone.

  The room became quiet––dead quiet.

  Kheva’s green and gold eyes stared at his arm, before they slowly travelled up and made eye contact with Sasha’s face. Sasha, stunned at what he’d done, stared back at him, his body frozen and his mouth open. The anger he’d felt so intensely just moments before, was gone with the shock of his actions.

  This was it.

  Kheva was going to kill him.

  Sasha watched as Kheva lowered his arm and held it out. Kel, his eyes large orbs of disbelief, shifted back and forth as Kheva took the scissors into his hand, and wrenched out the twin blades, not an ounce of pain showing on his face.

  The Master then turned the bloodstained scissors around in his grasp… and his eyes once again lifted to Sasha’s own.

  And he smirked.

  “Well-done, nightcrawler. It’s about time you showed some progress.”

  CHAPTER 12

  It was the sunlight infiltrating the bedroom that eventually woke Sasha up. Not the bad dreams that stalked his sleep like slinking predators, or the commotion being made by the two men downstairs, it was the light that was streaming freely through open curtains, a single beam shining right on Sasha’s blood-stained face.

  Sasha scowled and shielded his closed eyes with his hand. Then finally, unable to escape the unwelcome light, Sasha rolled over onto his side.

  A dull pain made itself known when Sasha moved, and riding on its coattails was a second sting from Sasha’s skin sticking to the sheets. This was enough for Sasha’s eyes to open, and as he squinted and rubbed them, he looked down to see why everything was suddenly painful.

  Sasha blinked and stared in confusion when he realized that his hand was covered in blood. He wiggled his fingers, watching the flakey red crack around the lines of his palm like a dried lake bed, and looked past his hand to his chest.

  A confused look cemented itself on Sasha’s face. There was an angry red cut on his chest, was that where the blood had come from? Sasha shook his head, still half-asleep and in a daze, and pulled off the blanket covering the rest of his body.

  That was a mistake.

  “Holy fuck!” Sasha cried, his body spasming from surprise. His groin… his dick and balls… and dried all down his legs… blood, just… dried blood smudged everywhere. It was baked into his skin and making it tight, every time he moved he could feel it cracking like he was coated in a shell. Certainly this blood couldn’t all belong to him, right?

  What the fuck had happened?

  “Christ…” Sasha moaned. Now fully awake he began to examine his body. There were bruises and welts all over him, purples, blacks, and reds painted over with a paintbrush covered in blood. It looked almost artistic, his pale body a canvas that had been given to a grade A sadist. Some of it he knew he’d gotten from Kel and his shovel but…

  Then suddenly Sasha’s body heaved, followed by a gag that almost had him throwing up bile onto the bed.

  Last night…

  Oh fuck.

  Sasha brought a hand up to his mouth and he cupped it in shock. He looked around the bedroom of Kel and Kheva, but all evidence of the horrific and vile acts that had been forced upon him had been erased. Nothing but the heavy smell of copper and the blood staining Sasha’s skin remained as evidence. Even the red sheets hid the transgressions so mercilessly executed the previous night.

  “Well-done, nightcrawler. It’s about time you showed some progress.”

  Buried inside the overwhelming horror, were flickers of redemption. At least he’d stood up for himself in the end, but that was a small pinhole of light in a dark universe.

  Sasha painfully drew his legs up to his chest, his backside so sore he had to tilt himself as he sat down. Last night had been the single most horrific thing he’d ever had to experience. Not only had he been raped, losing his virginity to a maniac and his master, but he’d been humiliated terribly by what Kheva had done to him after.

  He had to get out of there. There were no more doubts inside of his mind. It didn’t matter that Kheva had told him he was finally making progress––he had to go home, go home and face the music. If they threw him in the nut house… at least…

  Sasha’s lower lip tightened at the thought.

  … at least he wouldn’t be subjected to… to that.

  Even after what had happened, the thought of being institutionalized horrified Sasha. He knew without question that they wouldn’t let him out after that seventy-two-hour hold, because he wouldn’t deny the existence of Kel and Kheva, or the voice inside of his head.

  Or the mental abilities that he now knew he had, or at least the potential to use them.

  It didn’t matter. It wasn’t safe here… it was time to go home, before they did it to him again.

  Suddenly the bedroom door swung open. Surprising even himself with the reaction, Sasha let out a fearful cry, and backed aw
ay until his back hit the wooden headboard behind him. He stared at the door, and when Kel walked in holding a tray of food and drinks, he began to tremble uncontrollably.

  “Cum inside of him, Keluva.”

  “Cum for your master.”

  “Hi, Sasha. Good morning!” Kel said. His voice was a song of rainbows and happiness, such a contrast to the storm clouds that enclosed Sasha like a coffin. “I brought us some food. Master Kheva says we can have breakfast in bed, just us!”

  Sasha quickly covered himself with the red sheet, and as Kel approached him with his sunny smile, Sasha wrapped his arms around his chest, tremor after tremor rolling through his body.

  Kel sat down on the bed and crossed his legs. He put the plate of food in front of Sasha, and held out a fork for him to take.

  Sasha stared at it. He didn’t move or make a motion to take the fork, and after several seconds, Kel’s smile disappeared.

  “What’s wrong?”

  What’s… wrong? Sasha’s eyes, fixed on the fork, travelled up to Kel’s, and he saw genuine confusion on his face.

  Right… he’s fucking insane. He’s a pure-blooded sociopath, with no idea that he’d done something so horrible.

  “Oh, Sasha.” Sasha could hear Kel’s low moans, and he swore he could feel his hot panting breath against his ear. “Sasha. Sasha.”

  “You…” Sasha swallowed through a dry throat. “… you hurt me last night.” His eyes burned but he refused the tears stinging them. There would be no more crying, and though he didn’t want to admit it, it was Kheva’s words to him that fuelled this new sense of bravery.

  That fact burned him alive––but it was what it was.

  Kel’s eyes grew large, and a look of sadness appeared on his face. “I’m sorry. It’s because it was your first time,” he said. Then he smiled and picked up the fork, and tried again to hand it to Sasha. “We’ll get more practice in, don’t worry. It’ll feel good in no time.”

  A shudder joined the tremble currently taking over Sasha’s body. He closed his eyes tight and pursed his lips, then shook his head back and forth. “Please no,” he said, his voice cracking. “Don’t do that to me again.”

  “Oh, Master… he’s so tight…”

  Sasha’s teeth clenched as Kel’s voice echoed through his mind. He wanted to break his skull open so he could claw at his brain, dig through the pink-grey folds until he found and destroyed the memories of last night. They were so vibrant, like a television inside of his mind, but with no On/Off switch.

  “Sashy?”

  Sasha jumped and gasped when he felt Kel’s hand on his face. “Don’t…” Sasha cried. He pushed himself backwards, even though his back was already pressed against the wooden headboard, and found himself continuing to shake his head.

  Back and forth, back and forth… like Kel’s thrust, like Kheva’s swirling tongue.

  “Shhh…” Kel whispered. Sasha felt him touch his face again and stroke it gently. “It’s something we all had to go through. It’ll bring us all closer. The closer you are to us… the easier it’ll be. I promise.”

  Sasha opened his eyes, now downcast, and saw the food in front of him. It was a full breakfast: scrambled eggs with ketchup, breakfast sausage, mashed potatoes from the previous night fried so each side was golden and crispy, four pieces of toast cut down the middle, buttered, with two of the pieces slathered in jam, and two glasses of what looked like orange juice.

  Then the fork edged its way into his vision once again and began to wave back and forth. This time Sasha took it.

  “You’re going to do that to me again?” Sasha asked. His voice once again cracked, his throat raw and dry from not just dehydration, but from screaming so much the previous night.

  Kel picked up a piece of toast with jam and nodded with a smile. “Of course, wasn’t it fun? You sounded like you were enjoying it when Kheva was licking you. You even came.” He took a big bite of the toast and said with his mouth full: “Can I taste your cum next?”

  Sasha shuddered again, but to his own humiliation, the reminder of what Kheva had done to him made his groin feel tight, and as he saw the Master’s face buried in his ass, that tightness burned and tingled.

  “Can I?” Kel repeated, his mouth still full. He pushed the food towards Sasha, encouraging him to eat. “You can top me too, whenever you want. I’d love you to cum inside of me. I bet I’d feel amazing afterwards. I hope Kheva will eat it out of me.”

  Jesus Christ, stop being so fucking blunt! Sasha felt like screaming, downright fucking screaming. He had to get out of here, before they drove him crazy. He couldn’t handle this, he just… he just couldn’t.

  ‘You can’t escape,’ the voice hissed. ‘Not yet.’

  “You shut the fuck up!” Sasha suddenly snapped. He clenched the fork in his hand, his teeth firmly pressed together. “Just shut the fuck up. I’m sick and fucking tired of you.”

  Kel suddenly gasped. “Master!” he called. “Sasha’s voice is back!”

  Sasha’s jaw shook from how tight it was locked; his eyes lifted and glared at Kel. “Mind your own fucking business, nightcrawler!” he snarled.

  Kel froze, his mouth open. He took the plate of food and slid off of the bed as the sounds of footsteps ascended the stairs.

  Sasha fumed. He glared at Kel, and felt the anger boiling to the surface replace the fear he’d been feeling so strongly minutes before. It was a surprising switch in emotions, and a welcome one at that. Anger was better than feeling scared and violated, anger erased all other negative emotions and gave Sasha some semblance of control.

  Kheva stalked through the doors, dressed in a navy blue button-down and black pants. His green-gold eyes narrowed when they saw Sasha, and his jaw set.

  And the next thing Sasha knew, he was lying on the bed screaming, a pain like he was being electrocuted tearing through his brain with relentless force. Sasha clenched his hair with his hands and pulled, taxing his lungs and body as he screamed from pain.

  “Stop!” Sasha shrieked. His chest heaved and lurched, then he felt vomit shoot up his throat. Sasha threw up and immediately sucked in another breath, and screamed again. It was like Kheva was inside of his brain electrocuting him, even the worst of his migraines were nothing compared to the pain this brought. At one point in the torrent of agony, Sasha had a real fear that it was going to kill him.

  Then finally it subsided. Sasha’s eyes came back into focus, and he became aware of his surroundings.

  Kheva was beside him holding him upright. There was a pool of vomit on the floor below, it was in the process of soaking into a blood-stained towel.

  A hand towel appeared and wiped Sasha’s mouth. “After that wonderful display last night, I’m not surprised he’s returned,” Kheva murmured. “We’ll kill him one day.”

  Him?

  “Was I being bad?” Kel’s voice could be heard. It sounded like he was on the other side of Sasha.

  Sasha gagged again. Kheva held out the towel and caught a mouthful of spit-up. “No, Keluva. It seems he’s moved on to try and manipulate a new target. You’re not strong enough to stop him, neither is Sasha.”

  Sasha stared miserably at the floor. He didn’t understand what they were saying. “What is that voice?” he asked. “He’s always just insulted me.” Sasha just assumed it was like any other voice inside of one’s head, something drawn from an untreated mental illness.

  “He’s an enemy,” Kheva explained, his tone turning dark. “He’ll do nothing but manipulate you into helping his cause, which you will not do. He’s not your friend; you’re only to trust me.”

  “Trust you? After what happened last night? My head voice is more of a friend than you two,” Sasha got up, unable to stand Kheva’s touch, but the moment he was upright his legs became jelly and the world spun. He sat back down with a groan.

  “He’s not your friend,” Kheva said sharply. “He’s dangerous and you’ll tell me when he comes back like I commanded you, nightcrawler. You’ll not like y
our punishment if you disobey me.”

  Sasha shook his head, feeling miserable and nauseous.

  Then, like a lightning strike, a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed Sasha’s jaw. The hand jerked Sasha’s head to the left, and he found himself nose-to-nose with Kheva.

  The Master’s eyes were piercing and hard, up close Sasha could see the gold blots perfectly. “Do you understand me, nightcrawler?” Kheva said in a harsh whisper.

  Sasha stared back and nodded, too scared to even think of not responding. “Okay,” he whispered. “I understand.”

  There was something about that voice that Kheva wasn’t telling him. What could it possibly be? It was just a result of mental issues… wasn’t it?

  Kheva let go of his chin and rose. “Finish eating and shower.” And with that, Kheva left the bedroom.

  Kel rubbed his nose, looking nervous and spooked. He sat back down on the bed and so did Sasha. Kel handed him back his fork and began to eat.

  There wasn’t any part of him that was hungry, but this was the first time he’d been able to feed himself here. Sasha began to eat, and once he realized it was a suitable distraction from what had just happened, it became easier.

  But what had just happened? Sasha looked up at Kel and saw that he was still holding a look of distress on his face. It should’ve made Sasha feel happy, or at least a little vindicated, to see Kel in a bad state, but the reality that Kel was mentally unstable, probably had a low IQ, and was most likely the by-product of intense abuse at the hands of Kheva. Those facts made it a little harder to enjoy.

  That still didn’t justify what had happened. But the fact that Kel didn’t seem aware of just how awful what he’d done was, somehow made it better. Sasha didn’t know why, but it did.

  “What you did to me last night… did Kheva do that to you too?” Sasha asked. His lips moving and the words coming before he could stop himself.

  Kel froze, a forkful of potato and sausage halfway to his mouth. Kel’s breath caught in his throat and he became flustered. “You… aren’t allowed to ask me that,” he said quickly.