And there we were, the two of us, standing at the entrance of his bedroom.
"This is where you and I will get to know a lot about each other... And where I will thank you every single night for what you have done for me."
Mika was called a doll, but he wasn't to me... He just needed to feel human... Because all he could think of was repaying me with his body. He'd get completely naked for me and just simply let me touch him like it was nothing. I could never do that.
Cameras, clothes, the way he presented himself - he was always under control... Nothing seemed to belong to him. Not even his body. How could a boy like me be the only one to give everything back to him?
**Occasional heavy vice, possible triggers containing: rape, abuse, illness**
Excerpt Playlist: http://8tracks.com/armincrackers/doll-excerpts