Marcus' povTuesday 10th December 2019***********************************Talking to Orion is my least favourite thing. He keeps asking me questions I don't want to answer. I just want to forget what Adrian did to me, I don't want to tell him about it. But he insists on me telling him everything. So far I've just ignored his questions. He already knows everything that happened, he read the police report and Nathan told him how I've been. At least today I'm not tired. I actually slept well because I was on a comfy bed and I didn't have a nightmare. My ribs are feeling better definitely, being able to stretch out has helped them a lot. "Marcus you need to talk to me," Orion tries again. I look down at the notebook in his hand and wonder what he's writing down. "I don't want to talk about it," I say weakly. "I understand this is the first therapy session you've had but you have to open up or you'll not get better," he explains. I stay silent and he sighs, crossing his legs and writi
Marcus' pov Wednesday 18th December 2019***************************************Adrian is here. I can't move. He's ramming into me harshly, his special whip in his hand. His face is determined as I try to scream, but no sound comes out. I try to get away but my wrists and ankles are restrained to the bed. The chain is around my neck again, it's choking me tightly. He smirks, hitting the whip across my chest. I scream but he just keeps going, whipping me and fucking me."You belong to me!" Adrian shouts as he fucks me roughly. I can feel tears falling down my face as I try to get away. "You're worthless! You're my slut! You're nothing without me!" "Marcus!" "You'd be better off dead!""Marcus! Wake up!" I jump up in bed, my breathing out of control as I look around frantically. Nathan is kneeling in front of me with a worried face as he holds his hands out to try and calm me down. My body is trembling as I wipe the tears from my face, trying to calm my breathing down. Adrian's
Cole's pov Wednesday 18th December 2019***************************************"Marcus? Are you okay?" I ask into the phone but I can't hear anything. Please let him be okay! The bus stops at my stop and I run off, sprinting down the street to the club. It's the longest five minutes of my life. Horrible scenarios run through my head of what could have happened. Has he hurt himself? Is he having a breakdown? Is Adrian there? I unlock the door and run into the club corridor before I unlock the door to the house, heaving for air as I get inside. "Marcus!" I shout but there's no answer. I walk into the living room and and see him in the kitchen. "No please no," I say as I drop to Marcus' side. He's passed out and there's so much blood around him. His wrists are oozing blood as he struggles to breath, his chest rising and falling quickly. I pick up my phone and call 999 as I try to get to him to wake up. "999 what's your emergency?" "I need an ambulance," I say quickly, my eyes flo
Marcus' pov Thursday 19th December 2019************************************My hands are shaking so badly. Whenever I lift them up they tremble and I have no control over it. They're also weak. My right hand is a little better than the left but they both are too weak to even lift a full glass of water. I have to use a straw! Cole keeps getting me to squeeze his hand but I can't do it very hard."Good morning Marcus, how are you feeling?" The doctor asks as she comes in. Nathan and Cole are both still here after they refused to go home. I can't believe they slept on the uncomfortable chairs."My wrists are sore and my hands won't stop shaking," I complain. "You've got an appointment with the physiotherapist in a couple of hours, until then we need to discuss medication for you. I've spoken with your therapist and we both think you'd benefit from antidepressants," she tells me. "I don't want to take antidepressants," I say sternly. "Marcus if Orion and the doctor thinks you need th
Marcus' pov Saturday 21st December 2019*************************************I'm finally going home today. The doctors are happy enough that I won't try to kill myself if I go home. Nathan and Cole won't leave me alone anymore anyways, so they don't have to worry. My hands are still shaking and I still can't pick up heavy things but the physiotherapist is happy with my exercises. I have to touch my thumb to each of my fingers but I find even that difficult. I know what I want my hands to do but they just don't listen fast enough or strong enough. I keep getting frustrated but Nathan or Cole would calm me down and manually move my fingers like Jamal said to do. I've been calling Damian every day after finding out I can't text because my thumbs move to slow. He thought it was funny and I had to laugh with him, it was quite funny.Every morning the nurse changed the bandages on my arms but Nathan wouldn't let me look at them. I bet they're a mess, I wasn't thinking straight when I sl
Marcus' pov Wednesday 25th December 2019****************************************It's finally Christmas morning and Cole is bouncing off the walls. I woke up with Nathan cuddling into my side and Cole jumping on the spot telling me it's Christmas. "Okay I'm up," I groan as I detach myself from a sleepy Nathan as he yawns. I look at the alarm clock and scowl when it says 5:30am. "Cole what the hell? It's way too early," Nathan says as he lays back down. "Come on it's Christmas! It doesn't matter how early we get up! You can have a nap after dinner," he says and I sigh, nudging Nathan and getting up. I walk to the attached bathroom and close the door as I have a piss. I can hear Nathan grumbling through the door as Cole annoys him. When I'm finished, I wash my hands and brush my teeth with the electric toothbrush Cole bought me when I found using a manual toothbrush too difficult. At least with with one I just have to hold it up and move it across my teeth and it does all the work.
Marcus' pov Tuesday 31st December 2019**************************************"You're not getting a tramp stamp," I tell Cole as we go inside the tattoo shop. Unfortunately Nathan is too busy planning for the next half of the school year to come with us. "Please," he begs. "What would you even put there?""Your names?" "That's not a good idea.""What about daddy's boy?""Not a chance, be sensible about this." "Fine! I'll get a nice pattern," he says as he gives up. We stop at the desk and a woman with lots of tattoos and piercings asks us to wait on the seats with a book full of designs. Cole shows me all the ones he likes which are tribal shapes or flowers. "This one is nice," he says as he points to one with a lotus flower and dots around it in swirly shapes. "They'll all look beautiful on you," I say to him and he gasps quietly. "That was smooth. Does that mean I can get something dirty?" "No, I'm not letting your first tattoo be something like that.""Please can I get and
Marcus' pov Monday 6th January 2020**********************************Damian is finally back. He bought a house near my club and is selling his club to his second in command. It's so nice to see him in person again. I hugged him when he came over yesterday, I wouldn't let go of him which I don't think he minded. He's taking over from Andrew soon as Lacey hasn't finished her Master Dom training and Andrew wants to focus more on his work. I wasn't so sure about him being back into the lifestyle as early as he was but he's been thriving. He says it's helped him heal by taking back control as a dominant. I wish I could say the same. My masturbation disaster happened again. The day before Damian came back, Orion suggested I try to make myself hard again. It didn't work. I didn't throw up but I couldn't get hard and my body felt horrible. I'm just about to go in now and talk to Orion for today's session. Damian also has to come and see Orion but he's coming tomorrow which he's not happy