Bad Life

Neither Jerome, Simon, nor I said anything. We didn't move our chess pieces or turn the pages. I sat with my book resting on my crossed knees, staring blankly at the two boys. Jerome and Simon were also staring at me.
My palms were sweating. The silence was suffocatingly dense. Jerome, as usual, didn't laugh. Minutes passed, no one saying a word, just staring intently at each other.
Then, I threw down my book and quickly ran over the back of the sofa. A claw-like hand grabbed my shirt from behind. I twisted my elbow, slammed my hand down, and landed with a thud over the back of the sofa.
They clung to me like demons. Jerome burst into demented laughter and charged, while Simon, unfazed by the chaos, extended his claw-like hand. Jerome leaped over the back of the sofa and pounced on me, but I rolled out of the way. Then, Simon grabbed his ankle. With his other free leg, he kicked Simon in the face. Only then did he break free from his grasp. He quickly crawled to his feet, and as soon as Jerome threw a thick book from the table, he felt a sharp pain.
The corner of the book pierced his back, piercing his chest. Jerome rushed over, grabbing his waist and knocking him to the floor. Jerome tried to flail his arms, but he dodged it with a knee to his stomach. Jerome was struck hard but clung tenaciously. He clawed at Simon's neck and arms, trying to escape, but Simon grabbed his arm. His grip was so strong it felt like it was being ripped off. At that moment, he pulled out the pocketknife he had hidden in his belt.
There was no room to unfurl the blade. He gripped the pocketknife tightly and struck the back of Simon's hand. Simon groaned softly, staggering back. As soon as he was free, he drew the blade.

I took a few steps back, panting heavily. My breath was puffing out of my lungs. My brain felt like it was going to explode. My whole body trembled with excitement.
burst out laughing. His green eyes, sparkling with madness, looked like a truly madman.

He was right. It was a cute knife. The blade wasn't even four inches long.

He turned the blade towards me and placed it against my Adam's apple. Both and 's eyes widened, perhaps because he hadn't expected the answer. Seeing their confusion brought satisfaction, but this was not the end of the world. I staggered back. When my back hit the wall, I laid the blade flat and placed it under my chin. Both Jerome and Simon stared at me, speechless.
I knew stabbing them with this knife wouldn't do much. In fact, they'd be delighted. It would be another reason to punish me. But what if there was no more to punish?
We were all gasping for breath, facing each other. Simon took a step forward, his eyes trembling. He immediately sharpened the blade, slicing a thin slice through my skin. It hurt, of course, but the sight of Simon's horrified face was worth the pain. Simon immediately took a step back. Of course, I wouldn't want to see my precious doll fall to the ground dead!
But unlike Simon, Jerome's face quickly returned to a round, smiling expression. He watched with snake-like eyes. They were both equally lunatics.

asked gently. He never succumbed to mockery. Instead, he answered honestly.


spoke in a rare, agitated tone.

I asked calmly, but my legs were shaking. Excitement surged through my head, blurring my vision. answered.

's face was so tearfully tender as he answered, that I could have believed him if he had just said, "We're going to eat together," or "It looks like it's going to rain."
I asked coldly.
"My asshole, my dick? If you're going to rape my dick, I don't care. I want to fuck your ass too."
I'll never forget the laughter Jerome erupted with at that moment. He looked like a man filled with the most uncontrollable joy of his life. Jerome's face contorted as if he couldn't contain the bliss of this moment, and his body trembled with uncontrollable pleasure. At that moment, I became terrified of Jerome. He was a madman I'd never encountered before. No, he seemed like a madman like no one in the world had ever encountered.
Simon, standing next to him, stared intently at me with a blank expression, as if he couldn't hear a thing. He stared at me with barely a blink. Every tactile sensation in his body felt like it was on a knife's edge. They were all psychopaths...
But the fear was fleeting. A surge of intense hatred and loathing toward them seemed to cloud my vision.
With my back pressed against the wall, I slowly stepped sideways. and stood frozen, staring at me. I felt a thin drop of blood trickling down from my neck, touching my fingers. Standing at the door, I spat out to them:

Without waiting for a response, I opened the door. I glared at them and backed away. Then, as I retreated, something touched my back. I turned around, startled.
stood there, his face astonished. Before I could react, the back of my head was suddenly grabbed, jerking back as if it were about to snap.
Then, my wrist was twisted so hard I screamed. My pocketknife fell. With the back of my head still held, I was thrust back into the room. The door closed.
I knew this would happen.
Hugh said in a sighing voice. Of course! This bastard was in on it too! I didn’t even have time to unleash my anger. A merciless kick to my groin sent me sprawling across the floor. Hugh climbed onto my back.
“Hold him,” Hugh ordered.
Jérôme and Simon stepped /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ forward.
Jérôme grabbed my arms and forced them up over my head, pinning them down. Simon knelt on my shins, pressing my ankles tight with both hands. I wanted to say something, but my voice was gone, and only my lips twitched. Hugh raised his palm, and I stared dully at his upraised hand. In the next moment, he slammed it into my cheek.
“Bad boy.”
My head snapped aside. Blood filled my mouth and trickled down my throat. Hugh turned my head back and stared at me intently. His hand rose again.
“You little bastard.”
Another slap landed. My senses reeled—my cheek burned like fire. The palm rose once more…
“To beat you into shape.”
Again. My head spun. Hugh snapped it back. My lip split. From above, Jérôme clicked his tongue. The palm came down yet again.
“I need to tame you.”
With his strong hand, he struck me a fourth time. It felt as though my eyeballs might burst. My vision flickered between black and white. Tears I didn’t realize I was shedding blurred Hugh’s face. My whole body went limp, like a drenched rag doll.
“Let him go,” Hugh commanded.
I felt my hands and feet release, but I still couldn’t move. My limbs were heavy as wet cotton. I had no strength to even twitch a finger. Hugh rose off my back, seized my shoulder, and rolled me onto my front. I tried to resist, but I could barely breathe. Everything felt distant, like I wasn’t even there. Face down, I lay abandoned for what seemed an eternity… though in truth it was only moments.
Hugh almost immediately yanked down my pants. He pulled both pants and underwear to my knees, spread my buttocks apart, and spat into the gap. It all felt like it was happening somewhere else… not to me. My senses had gone numb. My head still spun, my vision flickering like a lantern in the wind. Then two lukewarm fingers pressed inside me together.
No… please…
Without even realizing it, the first word that came out was denial. But his voice was trembling pitifully. It was strange. Truly strange. Nothing felt real. I felt like I was watching all this from afar. I didn't react, as if it had nothing to do with me. That's what I thought.
Half-consciously, I flailed my hands, feeling for the carpet. I flinched, trying to free myself, but my movements were no different from the fluttering of a butterfly's wings in tweezers. In the meantime, the number of fingers inside me had increased to three. They thrashed inside, prying open the entrance, then suddenly withdrew. Strangely, there was no pain...

Jérôme's face suddenly appeared in my vision. I blinked blankly at him. Jerôme clicked his tongue.
"He seems to be losing his mind."
He looked at Hugh and said.
"What? You're feeling a little stern? You were so energetic when you got whipped."
I heard Hugh grumble. As soon as he finished speaking, something warm and blunt touched my buttocks. My breath caught in my throat. Suddenly, strength returned to my body.