Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE DEVIL'S BOY TOY: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I walked into his office, shutting the heavy doors behind me and felt my nose twitch from something in the air before I could stop it.I bowed my head slightly before stepping forward.The room was dim, as it had always been, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the sun. There were a few pale lights scattered around but the main light came from the floor lamp positioned just behind his right shoulder, thin and tall, its golden beam mostly illuminating the desk.Everything else remained in the shadows and that had frightened me as a child.I distinctly remember years ago, after I turned eighteen, I told myself I had outgrown such foolishness. Yet a chill still slid down my spine.“How was your trip back home?”Father's voice was calm, measured, as always. He never yelled, never raised his voice loud enough to be heard outside any four walls he was in.“Fine, sir. Thank you.”My heart was still pounding loudly as I walked up to the desk and sat down.The chair felt too low, as it alwa

He was standing in the blood.He pulled the bathroom door open, slowly like an auctioneer unveiling a prized car he didn't personally like. My lips fell open in an attempt to draw more air into my lungs.Father was standing in the blood.My hands were shaking even as they rested on my thighs. I felt stuck, tied down to the chair, forced to watch a horror movie in slow motion.The bathroom was big. My father didn't do things by half measures, so just because it wasn't his main bathroom, did not mean it would not be grand.Stark white walls contrasted sharply against a deep green floor. It had no frivolousities. There was a mirrored cabinet above the sink, and a large shower surrounded by translucent glass. There was also a pristine white claw-foot tub, deep enough for me to hide in as a child.Although it wasn't very pristine right now.There was blood splattered on the wall beside it and a head was hanging out of the tub, chin on the edge, at an angle that would hurt.This could not b

I didn’t go down for dinner.I couldn’t. Just in case my father or mother would be there, seated at the long polished table as if nothing at all had shifted, as if the air in this house were not thick with something literally unspeakable!Blood. There was blood in the cracks of the floors!I was going mad thinking about it. I knew my father was a bad man, a cruel man but this?I stayed in my room, door locked, lights off, the faint glow of my phone the only proof that I was still awake, if anybody had cared to check.For the first time in my life, I felt an eager, desperate pull to go back to school. It had become my new sanctuary away from the madness of this house.But I knew I couldn’t leave until I was dismissed.Yesterday had changed everything.I hadn’t even been able to talk to my friends. What would I start up a conversation about? Anything? Or about what had happened yesterday?How could

Ruler’s POVThe first thing that hit me was pain. A deep, splitting migraine that makes my skull throb like someone wedged a heartbeat inside it. I groan and force my eyes open—the light nearly blinding me as I struggle to adjust to it with the constant banging in my head.My eyes land on the bedside table and find an aspirin, two slices of toast, and a glass of water. All arranged neatly. Like someone cared. Like someone had stayed and watched me sleep.Leo.It has to be Leo.I take everything at once, swallowing the pill, flushing it with water, and for a moment—it feels like he’s still here, like his hands were the ones that left the glass exactly in the center, like he wanted me to wake up feeling taken care of, wanted me to feel special.And then I realize I’m naked.Completely, unapologetically naked.My breath snags.What… what happened last night?I search my memory, but it’s nothing but fog—warm hands, the scent of him, flashes of bodies and shadows—but I don’t remember bein

Ryker’s POV By the time my last Friday class ended, my shoulders felt like they were carrying bricks. The professor had assigned three readings, two essays, and a test worth half of our final grade for Monday, and all I wanted was to collapse face-first onto my bed and pretend the world didn’t exist. I rolled my shoulders slowly, trying to work out the tightness. God, I needed sleep. Real sleep. Not the scattered, shivering hours I’d been getting this week. It had been a whole week since the club. Since the pills. Since Leo’s hands on me. Since the room. And I hadn’t seen him once—no texts, no glances, nothing. The silence gnawed at me, chewed at me whenever I was alone long enough to think. Was he angry?Did I bother him?Did he regret touching me? The questions clawed at the back of my mind until I could barely breathe.&