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So here’s to a world where the heroes don’t look much different than the villains. How else are you gonna beat them unless you play their game? -Alina
Have you ever tried to stuff a full-grown body into the backseat? As a former cop, I’d advise you not to answer that question.
Ronan is mine to break. Mine to torture. Mine to play with. And when I’m done making him pay for reminding me of what I can’t have, he’ll be mine to kill.
I found out later that Greyson killed himself. Hung himself from the rafters in his room. Also found out that before he died, he vomited. And I wasn’t there to rub his back. It was all my fault. I stopped talking to him, and he thought I gave up. The good part of my soul died that night.
I used to pray to god. I stopped when I saw that kids were hurt in horrible ways every day, and he didn’t answer a single prayer. So now I pray to toilets. Specifically, my toilet, with the loose lid on the right side.
“My name’s Logan. You call me that again, and I’ll shove my dick so far up your ass you won’t even remember what you look like.”
I’ll be a good boy. I’ll make my parents proud. I’ll never be gay. And maybe, just maybe, they’ll realize I’ve been paying attention. Maybe they’ll say I wasn’t such a bad kid after all. Maybe they won’t stop loving me.
Somehow, I can never keep myself safe. How is it that I am never safe? My chest hurts. No one is ever safe. Not even the ones I try to protect. I want Buff.
Logan smiles, giving me a little pat on the cheek. “Good boy.” And now, I’m suddenly hard.
Maybe it’s not the heroes who save the world at all. Maybe it’s the villains.
“You just need to be fucking punished; that’s what it is. Fucking brat.” His hand jerks my dick roughly. The sensation is overwhelming, locking me up every time he brushes the tip. I must be drunker than I thought, and I fucking like it. Note to self: drink whiskey; it makes you gay.
“I want to be your first.” My heart stutters, and I stare at Ronan. He…what? “Make me your first.”

