My body is a cage, that keeps me from dancing with the one i love

Niall’s POV
Images of pain flashes his mind
“You will be my sex slave Horan. You are going to get it. One wrong move and I will work the baseball bat and my fists up your face.” Darryl shouts loud and threatening.
“Well done pooky.”He taps my ass hard with his hands. I feel disgust and fear.
“Get ready Horan. I am going to pop your cherry.” I feel him inside me again.
By that last flash I wake up.
Oh my god where am I? That is the only question coming up to me. It is dark. I feel wet, grass, mud, I am in the gutter near the forest. With big eyes filled with fear I scan the area. Nothing or anybody in the neighborhood. I want to stand up, but everything in my body hurts. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, my legs hurt. What is going on.
I look down and I see that my body is naked. I can feel I wear no underwear and only wear a jeans. It has misplaced holes in it and it is very dirty. I remember the last thing before passing out. I was choking on the deep throat d*ck of Darryl.
On my chest I can feel and even see my bruises. My head probably had some fists against it. The feeling in my stomach is the same as after the match. He probably kicked me in my stomach. But why the hell is the pain in my knee and leg so severe? It is my left leg. My soccer leg. I feel at the point where it hurts. Placing my finger there hurts even more. There is a bit of a hole in the jeans on that point. With a lot of pain and effort I manage to sit up straight. The pain is horrible. Every inch a move, my whole body is in pain. I try to shred the hole in the jeans some more to find out what is wrong with my knee. With all the power I have left in my hands I shred it open. My eyes grow huge! I now know why the pain is unbearable. My knee is out of its place. I have big bruises on it and also on my lower leg. He crippled me! I try to climb out of the gut. I have no shoes or socks on, so my grip is weak. The mud is very slippery. And if it wasn’t all bad enough, it started to rain. The pain in my stomach and chest are nothing compared with the pain in my knee that touches the ground some times, while crawling up to leveled ground. When I get it managed to get out of the gut, I lay on my back. I feel filthy of all the mud, the abuse, the rape, the humiliation. I lay on my back with my arms spread. The rain drops down on me. I cannot feel the cold anymore. The pain in my leg is too much. I then see my phone lay on the ground. I need to get it.
With all they pain I have, I crawl towards my phone. When I get there, I see that my struggle has been in vain. The battery is out, well, or the rain killed it. I get on my back again and I can feel my eyes get heavy. Within seconds it gets dark. Just let me die. Give me death, that is all I ask for.

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