บททั้งหมดของ An Eye for a Bullet: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Arching up against the meaty flesh of the Russian, I mewl as he rubs his clothed crotch against my butt. He smells like cigars and whiskey, but the pungent smell makes me even hotter for his flesh. "Little squirrel. You've wandered into the ogre's den. And I'll eat you up so that nobody can ever enjoy you again," he says gruffly.He squeezes my butt roughly with one hand, the other holding my chin tightly as he kisses and horks my mouth with his own. "Please!" I mewl out. Some drool leaks out the side of my mouth, trickling down my chin. The chest of the man is huge and square, the hours of working in his private gym clearly working miracles on his body. He growls deep in his chest as if an animal is in there. A lion, wanting to eat me up. "I'll make it so that you won't be able to walk, so you'll have to crawl wherever you go. That way you can never run from me when I want to get it going with you. And I can grab you right by your ass and drag you to my bed," he growls as

I've never felt so exposed. Even during the most intimate sessions during my dead career, when I was naked and they were screwing with me, I never felt as if I was exposing a part of me. As if I ought to be mindful of how I should be more protective of my body.But that was because I had something behind me. A force of executive power. Something that they would not able to contend with. But now I'm stripped of that. I'm hollow inside. No direction. No driving force as to make sure I can vie to be better, to make myself the biggest asset. The favored one. But it's all gone. A sunken ship. Rotted and decaying under the weight of the water. And the ships shell breaking and tumbling into disarray, exposing the emptiness of its interior. Yeah, that's me. Sitting in the black van, I sit resolutely as a pole. I may be a frayed mess inside, but I don't show it. I've been hardwired not to. To be the perfect little example of something a male would want to eat up for dinner in his bed,

Jack smiles when he sees me. "Reza!" he shouts happily. He moves forward to give me a hug. I wouldn't usually let him, but it's fine. This time. "Hey," I reply as he engulfs me in his arms. He's gotten taller since I last saw him. The top of my head barely reaches his chin height. His blond hair that was always short is wavy and mid-length, his overall body looking much healthier when I last saw him too. The lean muscle on his chest seems to have filled up a little, and the lines on his cheeks have disappeared. Not to mention his hair seems much firmer. We never got enough to eat. Never. It was part of the program. To be able to fast and still be able to perform combat and missions. It was a miracle that anybody could stay on their feet. But for Jack, it was worse. Because Jack was so tall, he needed more to eat than the rest of us. But he never got it. I gave him some of my food when I didn't feel the need to eat. But that was scarce enough for him. "Hey? Is that all?

I sit in my bed in the quiet night. The cold winter wind howls outside the window. It shakes and rattles the bare tree limbs. The cold air doesn't enter through any cracks into the apartment. I guess that's good. The apartment is actually better than most places I lived in. The lamp on my nightstand is on, casting yellow light across the blankets and bedsheets. It's grey and fluffy, whereas the sheets are red. A strange combination of color, but I wouldn't know because I've been out of the loop of everyday life, so I'm not the man to go to when it comes to anything circuitous. Like beauty or something that should be beautiful. I wouldn't know. But the bedsheets and blankets aren't what made me wake up. It's the feeling that somebody is watching. Is it in here? No. Definitely not in here that it's emanating from. Reaching over to the nightstand, I turn it off. Pulling the blankets off me, I silently pad across the carpet on the floor to the windows. Light from the white street

Entering school for the third time, I hold the door open for Mia, who is followed by Jack, Pike, and finally Ves. We just waited for Pike to park his car, and then walk into the school together. Nothing really to it, though it was somewhat inefficient. "So, the only thing we have together today is Bio?" asks Pike to me. I nod my head, and Pike frowns a bit. "Why did you even pick art?" asks Ves. "I didn't," I say, "theatre was completely full. So was music." "Well, I guess it sucks to be you," says Jack with a grin. I lightly punch him in the shoulder. "At least you guys get to do something that you got trained for," I say bitterly. "True," says Mia assuringly, "but art might be interesting. Now you get to try something new out." "Art is anfractuous. It is a complete lack of discipline." "That I can endorse," agrees Mia."Maybe I'll learn to draw my face," I say jokingly."Why would you want to do that?""So I can use it to hide my face of disgust!" I say. We all have