John Dory had no idea how he even got himself into this mess!
Okay…that was a lie…he did know how he got himself into this.
John Dory, the leader of the four members boyband, older brother of said band members, was doing this to keep his siblings safe. Being in a starting boy band was a lot of pressure and stress alone, it's why they agreed to bring on someone to help manage for them so they could focus on the songs and choreography, but now their manager was demanding more from them.
Perfection.
And there was something missing to make BroZone a step closer to perfect. The manager wanted a fifth member to be added to the band. When that was brought up with him after being pulled aside, JD felt confused. He had no other brothers or family members that they could claim as a “brother” to bring into the group. His parents were taken by the Bergens after Floyd's egg hatched. He and their grandma had to put aside their grief to focus on the trolling.
Floyd just turned ten this year and the brothers were doing pretty well as a new rising group. But lately, JD noticed that Spruce (14) and Clay (12), along with himself at 16, were getting eyed by their manager. It was making him very uncomfortable and glad his brothers haven't noticed yet. At least not the way he was noticing…he has been told that Bold, their manager, was making them uncomfortable by hovering around him when they practiced.
He swallowed.
“How exactly are we going to add a fifth member?” he asked. He knew the answer and yet he dreaded it more as a hand was placed on him. He felt sick as Bold smiled at him, a smile that could look friendly to any other troll, but not to John Dory.
That smile looked so predatory that it could almost rival the Bergens own smiles at Trollstice.
He saw past that smile. He could see through that mask put on display. He knew.
“Simple,” the manager spoke sweetly, lifting John Dory’s face up by his chin to look at him, “make one.” The other noticed the older band member’s face get pale, “Or I can always go for Spruce. Maybe give Clay a couple more years? He is the fun one after all.”
JD’s eyes widened in horror, “NO!” He winced at his own voice as he swallowed, feeling repulsed as he whispered, “I…I'll do it…”
The smile grew, “Perfect.”
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That was two months ago and it continued after each practice and performance. He always made sure his brothers were to leave first before Bold got a hold of him. They tried to insist they could wait for him, but he was able to convince them enough that he'll be home soon after they were done talking and setting up the plans for the next show.
It was late in the night when John Dory walked to his grandma Rosiepuff’s pod in the Troll tree. Most of the trolls have gone home as he winched with each step. His body always refused to relax. That didn't stop Bold. He had shifted his goggles over his eyes to keep anyone who was still up and out while passing from seeing how red they were from crying. He felt disgusting.
He always does after they're done.
John sighed as he finally got home, locking the door and making his first stop by checking in on his younger brothers in their shared bedroom. He smiled as he watched them peacefully sleep. Unharmed. Untouched.
Protected.
With a sigh of relief he didn't realize he was holding, he carefully closed the door before sluggishly heading towards the bathroom to clean up. He needed to get clean by washing off the filth on his skin.
Washing the phantom hands off.
To drown out the words whispered to him.
He turned the faucet to start filling the tub. Watching the steam rise and slowly filling the space. He avoided looking at the mirror as he started to undress. He dared not look at himself unclothed. He didn't want to see what was done on his body.
He didn't remember much of it because he pulled himself into his own world to dual it all out.
It's the pain that remains.
Once the tub was filled he turned the water off and sighed before stepping in and lowering himself in. The hot water felt nice on his sore body, he submerged himself in the water to block out the world for a short moment before coming back up. His hair damp and over his eyes, he stared at the water in silence. Till he allowed himself to silently cry. He started scrubbing at his body to get the touches off him. Tears dropped into the water as the teen kept going.
‘Get him off,’ his mind pleaded, ‘get him off now!’
‘So perfect.’ Bold's voice whispered in his mind.
John blinked the tears away as he finished scrubbing his body. Hugging himself as he sat in the cooling water. How much time passed while sitting there? He couldn't tell. He swallowed as his hand moved to his midsection, his thoughts going everywhere as the words kept repeating in his mind of the first time it happened.
‘Make one.’
The teen covered his mouth to keep from crying louder and waking everyone up in the pod, and to prevent any content of food from leaving his body. He was already weak from the actions Bold did to him, he didn't need to get worse. He laid his head back against the tub, staring up at nothing as his mind swirled. Part of him hopes it fails and the other hopes it doesn't. He didn't want to get hurt any more than he already was. Bold said as long as he continues to be perfect he'll be gentle with him. Tonight he wasn't. But he continues to try for he most certainly did not want his brothers to be next on that predator’s list.
So he'll be perfect.
His stomach churned at the thought of the manager, the hands returning. He reached for the scrub brush again only to freeze as a knock from the door stopped him.
“Dory? Sweetheart?” Came Grandma Rosiepuff's voice softly pass the door, “You're home late. Is everything alright?”
John Dory wanted to cry to his grandma. He wanted to tell her what happened to him, be held and in hope to feel safe, even for just a bit. He shook his head, he had to protect them, he had to keep them safe. Even if he was to suffer, he rather it be him and not his brothers.
“I…I'm fine grandma, just some adjustments to the chorography is all.”
Silence met him. He was shaking. Was his bluff not believed? Did Grandma figure out something was wrong? He felt nauseous again.
“I'll go make us some tea,” Rosiepuff said, “join me once you're done, okay.”
It was not a question
John groaned as he placed his face in his hands. She knew he was lying. Now he had to face her and tell her what was wrong with him. He subconsciously laid his hand over his middle and closed his eyes.
He's scared.
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Out the Train Wreck
Fanfiction(CW!!: Mentions of SA of teen minor and attempted SA **!!NO scenes of full on SA for those worried!! It's attempted, but does not go any further than what you would view if watching Law & Order: SVU, as an example!** I understand that it's a hard to...
