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Paris couldn't feel any part of his body, but he could at the same time.

His hands were tied behind his back, the ropes crossed all over his body, a ball gag in his mouth with his face shoved into the mattress while his legs were kept open with a bar spreader and a big black dildo cock was being shoved inside him like it was no man's business.

Not that he even felt like a man anymore.

He couldn't breathe, but his body liked that. His body also liked the fact that he couldn't move and that he couldn't also run his mouth at the same time. He was already so sure if the gag wasn't there, he'd say something and ruin this.

Which he felt like doing.

Not that he was even thinking straight at the moment, he wasn't. His waist and back was beginning to hurt and he could feel the ropes digging deeper into his flesh and the wounds from the whip she had used.

Did he want her to stop still?

No.

Any reasonable person would. At the rate she was going, he knew he would bleed from it. That, and also he might not play basketball for a while, but that was the thing about being with her.

He could forget that he was a disgrace of a son, a hypocrite. He could let it all go, because she wouldn't judge him.

Because she'd fuck him like the slut he was.

Just as she was doing now.

And it felt good. Fuck, it felt good. It did hurt, but that didn't even matter. His brain had shut down again, as always, around her, and all he could keep thinking on repeat was how badly he wanted to cum, but he couldn't because she had put some long pin looking thingy in his cock hole.

In fact, she kept riding him till she was sure he wanted to orgasm, and then she'd stop, let him have a breather or two before she'd slam herself inside him again.

How was she so athletic? Paris felt like he was going to die if she didn't stop. Whether from pain, or pleasure, he didn't know but whatever complaints he had just came out in gobs of spittle coming out from his mouth.

She was probably destroying his insides now, and maybe he wanted her to. Maybe he wanted her to make him unable to cum unless she was the one touching him as well.

Paris didn't even know when she grabbed his hair and pulled him erect, thrusting in deeper than he even thought possible while she used her other hand to take the pin out.

He could feel himself getting close but he didn't want to cum now. He liked her making feel so complete and full and restricted.

But his dick had a mind of his own.

For the first time in his life, he cummed with no abandon. More than he ever had, and she pumped him till there was nothing left and shudders ran through his body.

Then when she was done, she pulled out.

And the full pain kicked in.

Paris jolted up from his bed. There was sweat all over it and his face as well, but at the moment, that wasn't his problem.

The same dream again.

Ever since that Friday night when she had tried destroying his asshole, he couldn't stop thinking about it, except now it came with full force after she humiliated him in front of the whole school body.

Now that he thought of it, his cock throbbed.

He wasn't a man to masturbate. In truth, he felt people who did such were just miserable and lonely, but at the moment, he was feeling like those exact words.

Marcos' suggestions had worked and the pain did go away, but it left him feeling empty.

Empty in a way that he wanted to be fucked again.

Paris walked out his bed and to his mirror, staring at the reflection. He was losing more sleep now but what seemed to matter was the fact that the marks were going away.

The marks that he used to remember how much she had made his body into a mess.

Alex had completely covered ever possible hole in his body, and that sort of sensation, couldn't be repeated just by him alone, and it wasn't something one could forget in a rush.

Yet, she still acted like he didn't exist. It was driving him to the brink of insanity, but somehow, the thought that she might one day actually look at him kept him going.

He sighed now and looked down at his dick. He knew what it wanted, and once, Paris tried remaking it, but two fingers in his ass was all he could manage without feeling disgusted with himself and his body still screamed for something bigger.

Stupid body, honestly.

He looked back at his reflection. He was handsome, he could have any girl he wanted, he knew this first hand, but the problem was no one could seemingly compare to her.

It had been a week since the hallways incident and everyone in school avoided him. Like he had a disease, even if his friends did, not that it really mattered, he never did care anyway, but he knew they only did it because they thought he and them would be in serious trouble if she saw them with him.

Or maybe they just feared him.

It sort of made sense now why Marcos was being kept a secret. The whole school adored the male, not that he blamed them, and if she ever did that to him, they'd probably worry for him.

But Paris had seen them together. They had no cause to worry.

The images of them in the class flashed through his head and his near flaccid dick rose again.

Fuck. He knew Alex could see him. He knew all of that, but he just couldn't look away. He had never seen her so vulnerable, so responsive.

He wanted that.

And he knew... He knew he had to be good enough to actually get that from her, except it felt impossible the more he thought of it. Considering she never let him get too close and his mouth ran faster than his brain.

"I got a call from your school,"

Paris was seated at the dining table now, silently as always and dressed for school, with his Father at the other side. Usually, he was always brewing in anger, but today was different.

Today, was silent day.

"Your grades are going down," Sebastian continued. "You're still the second best student, but it's going below your usual scores. Now, I understand you're a male and doing drugs isn't all new in your age —"

Paris turned to the bastard. "Excuse me?"

"But drug possession is a serious crime." He completed. "It could ruin your chances of college. Hell, you might never be a lawyer at this rate."

"Maybe that's my plan."

"Now, Paris, don't get ahead of yourself. This is a family thing! Would you rather the company go down in flames?"

"I'm sure if Zephyr were here, he would be the son you wanted."

The temperature in the room decreased at those words. Sebastian's face aging ten times as he stared at his son with burning hate in his eyes.

Paris stood now, pushing back his chair. "But no, I don't do drugs, and I'd work on my school grades."

He was already walking away when he heard his Father call for him. "And what are you doing about that Parker girl?"

He froze.

"You already know the only reason I'm letting you act so foolishly is because you promised to find her weak point so you'd be crowned valedictorian instead of her. Plus, I was even so kind to let Elise stay in her garden much longer, even though her health is still so fragile."

Fragile? It was because of the drugs he gave the woman that made it impossible for her to even walk! "I'm working on it,"

"Good. You already know what would happen if you didn't."

Paris squeezed his hands into a fist but did nothing else, trying to calm himself down before he walked away.

Alexandra Parker.

If he was to get anything worth threatening from her, would be to know who she was.

So when he got to school and it was time for recess, he took himself to the one seat that caused the whole of Wystwood to turn.

The prettiest boy in the whole school's table.

Marcos stared first, his eyes fluttering in confusion before he started, "W-What are you doing?"

"I need to ask you some questions," He replied, folding his arms. "And you're the only one that has no reasons to fear me like they do."

The male next to him, a Danvers something stared back and forth between both of them, nodding his head. "Ah, I see," Then he stood. "I'mma head out."

Marcos' hand shut out to hold the boy's arm. "Ace. You're misreading everything."

Paris raised an eyebrow at Marcos who seemed to look everywhere but him. Which was just fucking stupid. He didn't have time for this. "Look, I just wanna know about Parker. Everyone acts stupid when I do and I —"

"Hold on," Ace said, now looking at him. "You want to know about the legend called Parker?"

"I don't know about the legend part —"

The boy was back on his chair, an eccentric look in his eyes. "Well, you've come to the right place! I'm the only one who knows anything about her, considering I have the longest lasting adoration for her. She's literally the baddest bitch I know."

Is she?

Paris turned to Marcos who gave a small 'this is what I had to deal with for years' smile before Ace spoke, "Alexandra Parker was going to be the prom queen. Everyone knew that the first day of freshman year. She was hella pretty, and attracted people to her like a magnet. Plus, she was so fun to be with. No honestly, I stalked her for a while during gym classes. She was a total vibe."

"One day anyway, she just appears in baggy clothes and no makeup. Practically ignoring everyone that tried talking to her. No one knew why, but for a while, she seemed to talk to certain people. Only if you were paying her for it, y'know? Like being a pretend girlfriend or basically just working out your assignments, which was super weird because Alex never struck me as the smart one at the time."

"During those times though, there was this kid, a Julian Duncan, right? He was literally like you, the basketball team captain. Total jock. Had more muscles than his brains and he literally tried hitting on her. Every goddamn time. Which obviously pissed her." Ace gave a dramatic sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "He was already the worst sort of person, considering he was already bullying me, and the baby next to me so there wasn't really anything I could do to get him from touching my goddess."

Then Ace's face changed into a darker one. "Then one day, from the rumours going on, he stole a kiss without permission and the next day, pictures of the sort of magazines he used was all over the school."

"Dude was gay!"

Paris did a double take. "What?"

"He was just pissing her off because he could!" Ace continued, now excited. "And he was also literally the most homophobic person ever. You hold nothing on him. Truthfully."

"Why did anyone believe that? It could have been dumped there on purpose." Paris said.

"There were also receipts. His name. Plus, he wasn't a good actor. At least, for that day." Ace said with a shrug. "Then the bullying started. He'd see notes like Liar, Hypocrite and shit in his locker. Get beaten up by his mates. Not like they are anti LGBT here, just the whole drama, you know? So Julian killed himself."

"What?"

"Yeah, no one saw it coming. Think it kinda put everyone off for a while, but that's when the popular kids got mad at us for it. Like we didn't do anything! And we weren't exactly sorry about it, but the hell!" Ace said, pulling Marcos took his side. "I mean, he took more hits than imaginable. You'd never be seated here with us if you knew how many people stripped him naked each day."

Paris turned to Marcos who was now picking at his food silently. Of course, he had already guessed he must have been bullied once, but he didn't think it was that bad. "And the teachers didn't say about?"

"What were they supposed to say? Marcos was already a target the first day he wore a pink and blue sweater with butterflies on it. I'm sure they were even glad that the group were picking us, the weirdo's, out like weeds."

"One day, however, it all stopped." Ace continued, "From what I heard, Parker threatened to reveal the secrets of the whole popular group board. And when I say secrets, I don't mean stupid things like outing someone. I mean serious destroy your whole life shit. Like, they all literally avoided us. Every single one of them. No more bullying. Ever. It's like she reformed the whole school in a day. Only a real queen would do that."

In other words, she had all of Wystwood in her hand.

"You can't say that. You appreciate what she did? Don't be pathetic. Highschool is a war ground. How are people supposed to get stronger if someone keeps protecting them?" Paris snapped.

"Whoa, dude. That's the deepest and yet most stupid thing I've ever heard. We're teenagers, alright, high school is supposed to be fun, and memorable. No one is supposed to want to kill us for our mistakes." Ace said with a roll of his eyes.

"Yet, someone died. Didn't they? She murdered someone."

"No, she didn't," Marcos was staring at him with a look in his eyes. Something close to fear.

Paris fed on it. "She didn't have to pull the trigger but it was her fault. Alex had no right to take out justice on anyone. And she calls me the hypocrite. She's a two faced —"

He felt the slap before he saw it.

The whole school was staring now more intensely, while Paris tried to get the whole situation.

Marcos Gomez just slapped him.

When he looked at him, the boy was crying. Sobbing, sniffing, the whole gist of it. "You don't know anything so just shut up!" And in a flash, he was gone.

As he did so, Ace stood as well. There was a look on his face. Paris couldn't read it. "You wouldn't understand anything, Holmes. Parker saved life's. She saved mine, at least. I was going to kill myself if Julian hit me one time. Not like I have anything to live for. My parents are dead and my grandma forgets who I am sometimes. Jules' death was sad, yes, but for his death, many didn't have to die. No matter how you look at it, we, the freaks of Wystwood, love Alexandra Parker. And there's nothing you can do to change that fact." And he walked away.

Paris wasn't sure when he left that table and walked back to his class, the eyes on him increasing a hundred folds, but he didn't mind.

He was going to have basketball practice and it'd clear his mind for a while.

That was he thought until he realized his teammates wouldn't come close enough to give him the ball, and when one did hit him, he apologized.

For thirteen minutes.

A whistle was blown and Paris stood from the ground. The mate who pushed him moved away for him to stand as they all walked to their Coach.

Who was furious as hell. "Is Holmes having a bad odour day or something?!"

Everyone gave a mumbled no.

"Then why are you all treating him like that?!" The man demanded. "The tournament is coming up and he's our best player but you all act like you're afraid of contact. Hell, even his breathing space!"

Then he paused and pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand on his waist, breathing in and out before he finally said, "You know what? It's fine. I'd let it slide. Just for today, after today, if this goes on, I'm benching Holmes."

He blanched. "What?"

"But you said it yourself, Coach." Matteo stated, "He's our star player!"

Everyone agreed with yesses as their Coach gave a dark laugh.  "Well, prepare for a dark night then, because they would be no damn star if you all are not ready to fucking accommodate it."

In the locker room, Paris sat on the bench with a towel over his face. So today sucked. Massively, and now he was going to be benched?

Perhaps, this was the universe telling him to let Alex go. She wasn't his type. And she seemed determined to cause his destruction.

And he was 30% sure he was going to do it until he felt someone tap him.

It didn't make sense at first, considering how everyone was avoiding him, but when he took off his towel and saw who it was, it made sense. "Marcos,"

The male gave a small wave. "Hey,"

The whole room was completely empty now. "I only came to apologize for what happened earlier. I— I let my emotions get the best of me."

Paris wanted to forget the whole thing. "It's fine. If that's what you came to say —"

"A didn't do it."

The jock who was now standing and opening his locker paused to look at him. "I don't understand."

"The thing with Julian," He said in a low voice. "I did."

Paris stared at him for a few seconds then looked away. "I get you love her, but trying to take the blame is a far —"

"I wouldn't do that." Marcos cut in. "During— Freshman year, I was bullied a lot, you already know that, but no one knew the real reason why. Of course, everyone thought it was because I liked girly things but it was because of Julian."

"He asked me out and when I refused, because I didn't like guys that way, he decided bullying me would keep me quiet, so no one would know about it."

Paris stared at him.

"And..." Marcos gave a small laugh. "It hurt, so much, but I couldn't say anything. Besides, everyone's so sure I'm gay so even if I tried to speak out, they'd probably just think I'm making it up. I'm the gay one, but Julian, who's obviously all muscular and manly, is not."

"I'd always been good with computers. Extremely good, so it wasn't exactly hard to find the receipts online and get Jack to take me to his house so I can get photos of the magazines. Even though he raped me in the process."

Oh, shit.

The tears were back. "It's why I had... Panic attacks. For a long time. And it sort of solidified my reason for blackmailing him, but I didn't mean for him to —"

His voice cracked. "It just made matters worse for me. I imagined he'd come back and keep hurting me again and again. And the bullying— They didn't suspect me, but they were carrying out his legacy. They didn't care."

"I was having my panic attacks when Alex found me." Marcos said with a small smile. "She stayed with me till she was sure I was okay, and told me she knew I was the one who did the whole thing, but she wasn't upset she took the blame. To be honest, she was just mad that people still hurt me."

He chuckled, "No one's ever... Wanted to protect me so I guess that I didn't know how far she'd go."

"So she did find items for blackmail?" Paris asked.

He nodded. "In other to protect me. Alex did all of that, to make sure no one hurt me anymore."

Marcos looked at him, the tears falling out again. "You're right, highschool is a war ground and being protected wouldn't make me stronger, but I am different. We all are. We've been given a chance to prove ourselves. I mean, look at me. Everyone seems to like me now. Which would never have happened before."

Then he wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hands and sniffed before he looked at me with a smile again. "A isn't a bitch, Paris. And I'm sorry about how she treats you, but she's not like that. Don't go around assuming stuffs like that, please."

And he was gone.

Leaving Paris who had at the beginning promised to stay away from her, but after all this, couldn't.

And the reason for this was really easy.

Deep down, he wanted that. For someone to want to protect him. To actually give a fuck. No one did, except his Mother. They made it really clear ever since the incident.

Plus, they didn't know him. Not like she did.

So Paris was royally screwed.