Sneak Peek - To Ashes: Chapter 2
Hey everyone! Time for a new and excitingly dark series.
TRIGGER WARNING:
This story has depictions of abuse, physical and sexual.
DESCRIPTION:
Asher's Ex comes and picks him up from the hotel, but Asher finds out his ID was taken from the bar. Fynx left a note with his phone number for him to call. The snow leopard tells the drake that he wants to meet him back at their old school for Open Gym.
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To Ashes
Chapter 2: Open Gym
Sneak Peek
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Asher laid on his bed, body wrapped in blankets. He took a hot shower, Marcus making sure to get him everything he needed from towels to aromatics. Marcus let Asher know his phone would be on if he needed him for anything else.
His hair was still drying and he had some small bandages on his face to keep his cuts from getting any worse. He gargled with salt water to help sanitize his throat, and it stung, but he made it work.
Now the drake was scrolling on his phone, his clothes ditched in a heap by the door. Various shelves of knickknacks, assembled and painted figurines, nerdy game cards, chroma light chair and computer, and silky bed sheets. He was a nerd, but he was also a stylish nerd.
He wasn't crying anymore, he just felt numb and detached as his thumb nail clicked and dragged over his phone, scrolling down an endless line of media to consume it without actually retaining it. He was about to go further when he noticed a post. Someone had taken pictures of the event and posted them already. The drake tapped it and started to scroll through the album.
Why did he do that? What was he looking for?
Asher kept scrolling until a cocky snow leopard popped up. It was at the speakeasy, someone had gotten a group of old high school friends together and flashed a fun filled picture, but that wasn't his focus. In the background he could see Fynx, the leopard sneering at someone who was blocked by some hyena piggybacking on some ape.
“Good girl…"
Asher gasped as the words rolled in his mind, the numbness breaking as a shiver ran through his core, his spine arching and tail trying to hike up under the sheets. Asher quickly swiped to the next picture, but it was worse than the last. The group did a funny version of their previous photo, making whatever strange faces they could, but again it was the background he focused on. Fynx was walking away from the bar, his arm wrapped around someone who was just out of frame, the blurred image of the bathroom in the distance.
“That's for wasting my money…"
Asher flinched, the bruise on his cheek stinging at that thought, his pussy clenching. He quickly flipped through a few more photos, trying to push the thoughts away, but the last photo on the album made Asher's breath hitch in his aching throat. He slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from sobbing as he saw himself in the background of two people taking a selfie. He was wearing a different set of clothes and holding a slip of paper in his hand…was he blushing?
“Call me…"
The words scratched onto that note sent shivers down his spine and had eels roil in his gut. A nauseating duality, but he couldn't help but feel his pussy tingle, his abdomen get warm.
Suddenly Asher's eyes went wide. He rolled in his blanket cocoon to look at the wrinkled piece of paper on his nightstand. He didn't realize he was reaching for it until the blankets kept him from doing so. Asher paused, was he really going to fucking do this? No, of course not.
Yet, he still pulled his arm out and grabbed the paper and rolling onto his side. It was written on receipt paper, a piece of paper people never notice or care about. He didn't know when he did it, but he pulled up the phone app, the dial pad right there for him. He just needed to punch in the numbers.
But he wouldn't…he couldn't…right? Asher took a moment as butterflies itched in his arm and thumb, that dark claw hovering and glinting in the light of the dial pad. He couldn't…but…what if he just punched in one number?
The light vibration ran through the phone as he pressed the first digit of the phone number. A sickening shiver rolled down his spine, his tail twitching, his toe claws fanning. If one number felt that good…
He punched in another, the vibration of that phone like the warning marks on a country road telling you a stop was coming ahead. Asher typed in another number, and then another.
Was he really doing this, was he going to be that dumb slut that calls their rapist? The night of the fucking rape too? Was he really that level of fucking stupid, so fucking…fucking stupid…so fucking dumb that he would…
Asher paused, the full number punched in, his thumb instinctively lowering down to the call button. His thumb hovered over that green light. It may have been green, but it should have been red, blaring red flags to stop, turn around, go the other way…
He didn't push the button, his thumb slowly rested down on it, the phone accepting it and dialing out. The sudden dial tone made everything so real Asher flinched.
“Fuck…" His phone fumbled out of his hands and clattered down the crevice between his mattress and the wall. The sound of that dial tone simultaneously echoed up the side of the wall and was muffled by his sheets. He shot his hand down and felt the phone with his finger tips. It hadn't fallen the whole way down. He gripped it and pulled it back, the device upside down. He was turning it around to hit the call-end button when it patched through.
“Who the fuck is this?! I'm fucking busy!" Fynx voice echoed through that phone.
Asher froze, that voice sending terror through his body. That's when he heard it. Rhythmic slapping and moaning. He…He was fucking someone…
“Hello?" Fynx asked again annoyed.
“I…" Asher's words caught in his throat, the feeling a stinging reminder of what happened earlier.
“Anal? Is that you?" there was a sudden pause and some muffled words. “Fuck no, I'm not talking to you. Stay quiet, I'm on the fucking phone. Like I would fuck your ass when I'm already balls deep in your fucking cunt." There was another pause. Asher could see Fynx rolling his eyes with that pause. “Anal, is that you?"
“Yes…" Asher muttered.
“I can't fucking hear you," Fynx huffed through the phone, the fucking getting louder, the slapping faster, the squeals of the bitch beneath Fynx higher in pitch. “If you want your fucking ID, come get it where we have unfinished business. It's open gym at our old stomping grounds. Be there, or don't bother calling me again."
There was a sudden clatter as Fynx threw his phone, but the call was still on. Did Fynx try to hang up?
“Where were we," Fynx's voice fluttered through the phone. “Oh yeah, I was about to bust my litter in that fucking pussy, wasn't I?"
“Chris, please, I'm not on birth con-MMMF!" whoever she was, she must have had her mouth covered or something because she was instantly silenced.
“If I gave a shit that you got pregnant, I would have worn a condom," Fynx snarled. “Nah, my kittens deserve a good mother to raise them, and your husband would be a great father to my bastards. Come one babe, I feel you clenching around me, your fucking cunt is sopping, weeping for my litter. You want it more than anything right now. Your husband could never get your pussy to pop so hard. I'm almost there, do you really want to stop me? Defy me? Christian Fynx?"
“Fuck Chris! Keep going-MMMF" She was given a moment to answer before the pounding got louder, the head board of the bed smacking against the wall.
“That's right you dumb cunt, take my fucking litter. TAKE IT!"
Asher was frozen, his mouth hanging open as the brutal rutting rang over the line. Asher had never felt better for having birth control, but for some reason, the thought of taking his pill was soured. Asher shuddered as his fingers brushed over his cunt. Was he really going to do this again, tonight? Asher's fingers rubbed over his soft folds, the wet warmth around them proving what he desperately wanted to disprove.
Please…I'm not just some stupid bitch, Asher's thoughts combatted against his shuddering pleasure. Please…I…I don't want to be some stupid…dumb skank that…oh fuck…crawls back to their abuser…who craves it…
“Anal, are you still there?" Fynx voice came over the phone. Asher panicked and slammed his thumb down on the call end button and tossed his phone off the bed, the expensive hunk of plastic, metal, and glass clattering to the floor as Asher pulled his blankets tighter and resisted the urge to vomit.
“I'm okay…I'm okay…" Asher kept telling himself. “I'm…I'm going to be okay…"
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