Every word, every command was meant to break me down, to reduce me to nothing more than a tool for their desires. Gay sex Uncle Rick was done, reduced to a mass of moans and pain. He had the bat again.“You are both staying,” he snarled. You’ll love it, I promise,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin before he released me, striding out to join the others on the back porch.I stood there for a moment, the weight of it all pressing down on me, the air thick with the stench of betrayal and despair. He was too strong, too much muscle. His eyes, once clouded with fear, flashed with something new—an anger and determination that mirrored my own.“Together,” he said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his breath.“Together,” I replied, my voice firm, echoing his resolve as we both braced ourselves for what we believed was the end.We knew what was coming. He gave Coach Adams a high five, their twisted camaraderie a nauseating contrast to the horror I was living. Eat me up, slut.”I forced myself to comply, taking him in hard and deep, every inch of me resisting the humiliation but knowing I had to keep going.
