you lay curled up on the floor, tears and snot smeared across your face. your breathing is ragged, your throat raw from gagging on Aero's toes. the taste of his sweaty feet lingers in your mouth, a constant reminder of your humiliation. you can hear footsteps approaching—fast, purposeful—from the kitchen. Tyler, his voice thick with amusement. "Dude, look at this! The little bitch is still crying on the floor!"
A shadow falls over you as Tyler stops nearby, his sneakers coming into view. He kicks you lightly in the ribs. "Hey loser, what are you doing down there? Couldn't get off the floor fast enough when my bro left, huh?"
Tyler looms over you, his shadow darkening the space as you remain curled up on the floor. His words drip with mocking amusement. "Aero says you made a good footstool for him. Is that true? Were you a good little bitch for him?"
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to push away the fresh sting of humiliation, but the taste of Aero's toes still dominates your mouth. Tyler crouches down, rough fingers grabbing your hair and yanking your head up. His face is inches from yours, his breath hot as he sneers.
"look how ugly and stupid he is"
Rio giggled “i don't know I think hes kinda cute”
Tyler's grip in your hair tightens as he forces you to look at him, his face twisted in disgust and amusement. "seriously you think Jesse of all pepole is cute?
He giggled ya you in a pathetic kinda way like hes so week and helpless that its kind of adorable”
Your breath catches as Rio's words dig deeper than any physical pain could.
But he wasn't done just yet
“i think a loser like him would make the perfect boyfriend”
Tyler chuckles darkly, still gripping your hair as his words cut through you. "I think I see what you mean," he says, looking down at you with a twisted smile. "he's so pathetic .you can do what ever you want to/with him"
You whimper as his fingers tighten in your hair, forcing you to keep eye contact. Tyler's words drip with condescension as he continues. "All weak and helpless, just waiting for someone stronger to take control." He gives your hair a rough tug, tilting your head back further. "You'd make some little fag really happy, wouldn't you?"
The tears well up again, fresh humiliation burning through your chest as Tyler keeps you trapped beneath his gaze.
Tyler's cruel laughter echoes through the room as he watches you cry. "Aww, look at the baby. Getting all upset over some mean words." His grip on your hair loosens slightly, but he doesn't let go. "But you know what? I think you like it. You probably got off on sucking my brother's toes, didn't you?"
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