Cowboy Casanova (Dolenzmith) (COMPLETE)

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Micky awoke to the phone ringing. He sat up, every movement shooting pain down his body, and groaned. His head felt ready to split open. He sat forward, head in his shaky hands, and sobbed. He remembered everything.

The phone kept ringing.

Micky stood up and shuddered, goosebumps covering his naked flesh. His clothes were scattered all over the floor...but Peter was nowhere to be seen. Letting out another sob, he grabbed for the phone, knees buckling as he put it to his ear.

"H-Hello?" His voice broke.

"Micky?! Davy called, he said somethin' was wrong..."

"Mike," Micky cried.

"Is everythin' okay?!"

Micky cried, covering his mouth. The bruises on his body ached and, when he looked down, he realized his skin was red and raw from Peter's treatment.

"Micky?!"

"Mike," Micky whimpered, "come here. Please. It...It's Peter."

Silence. Then, in a low, menacing voice, "what did he do?"

"He...he h-hurt me, Mike. He hurt me real b-bad."