“My hands were tied
together, and my feet. Then he came in. He didn't put on the light.
He just—oh, God! —he just …” Cody stopped and swallowed.
“He tied my legs back to the bed-head and he … fuck … he fucked
me.” He stopped unable to continue. The silence in the room was
broken only by soft voices from the house behind and by the
temple-bell calls of magpies outside.
Cody swallowed the water.
He looked at Colin, all at once angry. “I suppose you think that
we like that sort of thing! That we enjoy being raped!”
Colin shook his head.
“No. No one likes to be raped.” His face was wary.
Cody looked down at the
table top. There was a tense silence. At last he said, “He didn't
use lube. He just … Then after that, every time he did it, it
hurt. And he would shout and mutter things at me. 'You're a foul
pervert!' 'This is your punishment from God', stuff like that. Only
he was getting off on it. He was hard, rigid with excitement. Oh,
fucking Jesus, I don't think I'll ever be able to have sex again.”
He stopped again. “When I close my eyes,” he said at last, “I
see his face. His eyes. Staring at me. Filled with hate. And he
made me look at him. He cut me every time he fucked me.” Cody
pulled off his T-shirt and turned so that they could see the cuts on
his body. “And when I closed my eyes and refused to look at him …
he … cut a chunk ... out of me.” Cody jerkily pulled down the
boardies Michael had lent him and showed them his buttocks, almost as
if he were proud of it, as if he wanted to rub their face in the
reality. The square inch hole in his flesh was scabbed but had
started to bleed again.
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