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The full moon was nice; it was beautiful, gorgeous and shimmering. Its light was friendly as it reflected through your window in your room. It was worth staying up to see it after all; you barely had the chance to nowadays. Even though they were used as a way to portray werewolves and vampires coming out, you still found them rather pulchritudinous. You liked the way it would mirror its glow on a river, the lake by the local park and the sea; you liked how it gave off its light -even though it was meant to be dark at such hour- letting the animals find its way home at the forest, and a way to ,to some beings and natural form, produce offspring.
While you were looking at it, you heard a noise. What was it? Some sort of a gunshot? You never thought your parents were that abusive before(you were pretty sure they never were abusive in the first place). There was then a thud; you, due to the sake of your curiosity, decided to go downstairs and investigate whatever was going on there.
You got out of your bed and dusted off your clothes-a regular t-shirt and some sweatpants- then walked over to the door and slowly opened it.
"Mom?" You called out as you peeked out of the door.
No response.
"Err...Dad?"
No one said anything.
It was weird, really. Things like that didnt normally happen here. Your stomach got twisted, worried on what was happening down there. Did someone break in? Did someone tried to play with a gun or something? You decided not to overthink it and proceeded to walk through the hallway, all the way down to the stairs and to the living room. The first thing you saw was your mother. On the sofa. She was dead. Wait -- but where was your father(bro went to get the milk)? You shook your head and tried your very best to just focus and probe onto what happened and why did it happened. You took two steps forward and looked around the living room (you did not bother calling the police yet), expecting for some sort of clue or perhaps a suicide note- she was not holding the weapon so that theory was proved wrong(but whether it was or not, you still were very upset)- however, there was nothing but a bleeding corpse and that was it.
You gulped as you looked at your dead mother one more time and moved along to find your dad.
"Hm?" You felt something-- or perhaps someone -- behind you and before you even tried anything, a knife came up behind your neck- pressing it down to your throat. You moaned out(we gettin to the yaoi now) and tried to escape by letting your hands grip onto the weapon and pull it out of your neck but you struggled and gave up quickly. Nonetheless, even you have just saw your mom dead, you somehow liked it. Why though? What sort of crazy fool would like pain? Perhaps those girls you knew at school who said that they wish that they were kidnapped by Ted Bundy but you weren't like those people, right? Right?
You felt the knife slide right through your throat and then you collapsed, bleeding and shaking- both with pleasure and fear- while your eyes widened and breath shaky. You slowly turned your head around to see a man(Im not describing shit, im just sayin he looks like Jesse Pinkman). You crawled back a little but his leg then stomped onto your crotch(my feet slipped, my bad).
"W-who are you?" You whimpered, "What do you want? I'll..I'll give you anything!"
"I dont need anything here," He said while he rubbed onto it. "I dont need your pity or your stupid little cries for help, and you dont need to know who I am either."
You couldnt help but whimper and moan at the feeling you were witnessing and even while you bled, your face was red(erm- science stuff ik) and your body was shaking- especially your legs.
"You like it, dont you?" He said while he crouched down to pin you onto the floor, turned you around so he could see your back and held your wrists together by force, "You like it when someone tries to do this to you, hm?"
You swear you could hear his tone of voice change when he said that but you didnt bother to pay extra attention to that; therefore, you were dizzy and tired. You were losing your consciousness slowly and slowly.
"I....hahh...I-"
"Go on." He said as he unzipped himself,(yall been waitin for this) "Tell me."
"God I- What are you...hah...d..doing??" You could feel it, you were going to die; right on a night where the full moon is.
"Oh...haha...it's nothing you should be worrying about.." He replied when he then thrusted inside of you(guys how do I type in ass without laughing).
Now you certainly wanted to escape but your brain and body was too tired to do so so all you just did was lay down there and accept it(While getting buttfucked by some rando stranger haha lol sucks to be u).
While the man slammed into your ass, that dizzy feeling grew whilst it conquered your head as you breathed heavily and moaned. You couldn't handle the feeling you liked this, you just couldn't because there was no way you, a perfectly sane(yeah atleast you thought you were) man, would enjoy it in a scenario like this. There really was no way. While you kept on bleeding, he kept on fucking you; over and over and over again until he could see your eyes fluttered shut. He actually liked it and he, compared to you, was proud of it(YES FRANCIS GO GET EM GIRLY POP); he was experienced after all and knew what he was doing.
Eventually, you died(Nahhh no way you died a gay man) and Francis knew it was time to pull out, stand up and get his pants back on. He kicked your head a little, checking to see if you managed to live for so long, but you remained still. He gave himself a little grin and walked away from the room.
Who knew a full moon was still beautiful even on your last days?
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