krampus 🌷 tracob

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His eyes spark up a bit as he nods and rakes his eyes up and down my body, "I sure did."

He backs me up into a brick wall and pins my hands above my head, pressing little nicotine kisses to my neck.

"I missed you, sweetheart, haven't seen you in a while. Why?" He murmurs.

I roll my hips into his, staring lazily at the people rolling their eyes and passing by us.

"Been busy with school and all. Allie got a new cat and had me tame it, it left me with dozens of scratch and bite marks but-"

He hushes me, pressing a finger to my lips. I smell the dirt, sweat, and nicotine from hours or minutes prior to now, making me want to hurl all over him. Alas, I nod and shut my mouth. Truth is, I stopped seeing Greg because he was too gentle. All talk and rough in the streets, the second he gets you in a bed he's asking if every little touch is alright, if he's hurting me or not. It seemed that I had to get the both of us off... Rude, right? I came for dick and you just gave me an awkward teenager that just found out what sex was. I want more, I deserve more, so I stopped seeing him. 

Making a show in the streets is completely worth it though.

"No talking. How about I take you back to my place and we chill or something, aye?" He offers.

Ready to decline, before I can, there's a smash of glass and an angry yell coming right towards us.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. My. Property." My dom demands, throwing Greg to the ground and standing in front of me as if he were shielding me from him. 

Greg looks up in disgust, "The fuck you say to me, buddy?"

"You wanna fuckin' throw hands?" He adds, standing up and brushing his trousers off. 

Sir scoffs, "Try me bitch."

And that started the city spoken fight that landed both men in jail. I stood back watching in amusement as the two tore each other apart, attempting to claim victory over who owns me. Newsflash: you don't own me. 

I never liked either of them, they're dumb twitted pussies.

After the police and ambulance cleared out, carrying Greg's nearly dead body off in a gurney while my dom is cuffed and shoved in the back of a police car, I sigh and walk home. Surely, this will get back to Mum and Dad (and hopefully the spiritual world if I'm lucky).

A rock to Mum and Dad's bedroom window and a few dozen broken dishes later, I give it a rest and skip downstairs to my room to blast music. Singing on the top of my lungs, I dance and hop around my room to the beat, shaking my hips and throwing my hands out. 

Man, I've mellowed today, I need to step up my game. 

Once I get bored of dancing, it now being sometime around eight pm, I turn off my speaker and head back upstairs.

As I make a move for the front door, Dad steps in front of me with a stern look.

"Just got a call from the station, you witnessed two blokes fighting in downtown?" He questions, his arms crossed over his chest.

I shrug, nodding, "Yeah, cruel world."

He scoffs, "Yeah, well, what were you doing in downtown again?"

Muttering the first lie I can think of, I shrug again.

"I was out with Allie."

He raises his brows, "Is that so? Because I was also just talking with her mother that is with her on vacation right now in the Netherlands."

"Dad-"

"Go to your room. You're grounded." He orders, dismissing my attempt to back myself up. 

Groaning, I stomp off to my room, slamming and locking my door shut behind myself. Fuck this. I can still act out in my room. Try me, Dad. Try me. Pulling out my phone, I flop down on my phone and type away.

me to groupchat: fuck you and fuck this family. none of you appreciate me. you all suck and should choke on forks 4 life, fucking slugs. i have TRIED to tolerate your deliberate ways but you guys are just ridiculous! you're fucking ridiculous! either get your shit together or i am leaving this stupid ass family. bye bitch xx

Before I can press send, my screen cracks through and is tossed to the other side of my room through the air. I about scream in fear, jumping back under my sheets and whimpering.

"The fuck?" I ask, my blankie up to my nose as I hold it up to my face.

It's when my nightlight goes out that I realise what's happening. Though, it doesn't calm me down much.

"You need to stop." He orders.

And with an awfully sharp feeling on my bum, I yelp and look back at my cheeks. The letters 'STOP' slowly carve into my skin. I hold my bottom lip between my teeth and refrain from crying out in pain. Holy fuck this hurts.

"I- ow! I'm- okay! Ple-ease! Stop!" I beg, staring at my ass.

With a snapping of the finger, he stops. I hear him walk around my room in circles, obviously pacing.

"Does it hurt?" He asks.

I nod through a quivering lip, "Mhm."

In a flash, he's on top of me straddling my hips.

"Good. That's the point."

"It's supposed to hurt. I shouldn't have stopped there. No, I should have carved that pretty little skin for all it's worth." He adds, dragging icy hot fingertips along my face and neck.

I lay there in fear, not knowing what to do. The demon of Christmas is on my lap, what am I supposed to do? Spread my legs for him and ask him to fuck me?

"If I wanted to, I could leave you painted in your own blood... So quit trying to get my attention, Troye Sivan." He utters, centimetres away from my face. 

I hold my breath as I nod an alright, anxious and petrified.

"Nice chat. I've got to get going now." He sighs, kissing my cheek and disappearing in a flash. 

Once again, I'm left alone in my pitch black room wondering what the hell just happened.

"What the fuck?" I inquire.

A slap to the bum and I'm shut up, rolling onto my side and squeezing my eyes shut. I force myself to fall asleep, worried he'd come back and strangle me to death.