Prologue

EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City "Don’t look away from me.” A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into my tired hole, fucking me with so much hate. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I take you apart, destroying you from inside out." I licked my lips, and a single tear broke free from my eyes. It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again. “I can’t. I can't look at you.” The words were nothing more than a strangled sound as they left my mouth, but I was sure he heard them. A large, rough hand wrapped around my throat, choking life out of me. "It's an order, superstar. Keep your eyes on me!" I winched at that word. Whenever Ilay referred to me as a superstar, I couldn't help but wince. Despite my tireless efforts to reach my current level, I felt utterly undeserving of the title, and it left me with a lingering sense of discomfort. But then again, was it really worth

Last Updated : 2025-01-15

Ch 1: THE PAST

EASTON July 2009—Crestview City Have you ever hated a particular time of the year so much that you wished it never comes? Well, I did. I hated summer. I hated that time of the year, and every things that usually happens in my life, and around me, during that time of the year. For a 12-year-old, and the only child of my parents, I hated that my parents always make it their responsibility to ruin every summer for me. And ever since I turned five, I had never seen summer the same again. Ever. I remembered when I was four, my parents had made it known that I would never have any siblings. I never really liked the idea of having someone else sharing my parents with me, but Mommy and Daddy must have thought I wanted siblings like my friend, Maria did. But that was wrong. I hated the idea of having someone else occupying the little space I had in my parents hearts. Everything changed the summer I turned five. My Dad had brought home a stray, not like a stray animal but a s

Last Updated : 2025-01-15

Ch 2: THE PAST

EASTON September 2009—Crestview City It had been over seven weeks since the stray had been staying with us. Dad didn't have any problem with him being a grumpy little boy; Mom loved him for being a well-put-together kid. As for me, I liked him because he was really beautiful. I had never seen a boy look so beautiful before. I secretly called him an angel, because that was how beautiful he was. His long blonde hair was always tied up in a lazy bun, and the way his nose wrinkled at the side whenever he wasn't pleased with something made him look even more beautiful than he already was. His name was Ilya Lermontov. Mom told me he was a Russian boy when I asked her why he had such a strange yet unique name. I had read a lot of things about Russians in books, and what I read about them wasn't at all pleasant. But I didn't care, Ilya was different from what the books said about them. He was quiet, but not a bad kid. Plus he was beautiful. Leaning against the banister, I watched

Last Updated : 2025-01-20

Ch 3: PRESENT

EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City Throbbing. My ass was fucking throbbing and my whole body felt like it got ran over by a truck. Well, Ilay Lermontov was no different from a fucking truck. Everywhere hurt. Not just my butt hole, but my heart, and... Everywhere. Every fucking part of my body hurt. I heard the sound of shower running, and I took that as a clue that Ilay had disappeared into the bathroom after he was done using my body as his cum dumpster. I didn't know how many hours had passed because I remembered passing out after going at it for a few hours. But knowing Ilay, he must have continued drilling into me even after I passed out. Nothing ever stopped him from fucking me to his satisfaction. Fucking monster! "Hmmph!" I winched, tried reaching for my phone but I couldn't even remember where Ilay had dumped it when we got here. He still didn't want me to know the location of this place, so he always took my phone everytime he brought me here. Maybe he didn't want me

Last Updated : 2025-01-23

Ch 4: PRESENT

EASTONMarch 2024—Oakdale CityAfter the makeup artist finished with my hair and makeup, she left the room, leaving me alone in the dressing room to decide when I was ready to head to the interview room.I wasn't sure if I was ready for this interview. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to do it at all. My body hurt a lot, but what hurt even more was my heart. I couldn't shake the image of the scars on Ilya's back from my mind. It had been haunting me since the previous night. It hurt me so much to know that he was hurting in silence. But what hurt me even more was the fact that he didn't have anyone to care for him. Ilya didn't have anyone. He was alone; he had no family to worry about him. I wondered if it was wrong for me to worry about him this much after everything he had done to me.But I had hurt him first, so shouldn't this make us even? You could call me a hypocrite for wanting to protect him now, even though I had practically shut him out and turned my back on him when Ilya

Last Updated : 2025-03-02

Ch 5: THE PAST

EASTON October 2009—Crestview CityIlya was still a bit grumpy with me, but not as bad as before. He now spoke to me, and occasionally referred to me as his brother in front of the others. However, if I called him brother when we were alone, he would scold me severely. I wasn't sure why he did this, but it didn't bother me. I was more than happy with the little attention he gave me.Today, I was down with a fever, so Mom told me to stay home after the family doctor finished treating me. Mom was worried that my condition might worsen if I went to school. I didn't want to stay home, though, because I didn't want to be alone. Belinda, our housekeeper, was on leave, and the house was going to be boring with just me at home."Please don't go," I pleaded, holding tightly onto Ilya's hand to prevent him from leaving my room. "I have to go to school. You're the one who's sick, not me," he sneered, glaring down at me."You're heartless, brother," I pouted, threading our fingers together. "

Last Updated : 2025-03-04