Faceless-Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Faceless-Chapter 2

... he gave on the outside… on the inside , it was a completely different truth. Jay’s world was desolate, a drifting place of desecration. It was cold, gloomy, and grey, like a lifeless land that was once lush and green, but ruined by disease, plagued and condemned by the wrath of God. This was what it looked like to step into his world. But there was a reason for everything. He was not placed into this darkness by the divine hands of justice. In fact, it was a severe injustice . This wasn’t God’s punishment. This was the prison Jay had built for himself. This was the place he hid the little boy who had never grown up. Somewhere in the center of his personal limbo, sat a crying child, hugging his bloodied knees to his chest, hiding his face and lowering his head like a turtle seeking the safety of its shell. If only he really had a shell to protect him. If only he had a pair of loving arms that would wrap around his fragile body and shield him from the horrors of what he had been exposed to. If only… if only. There were moments when I’d look at this complex man, and all I could see was that ten year old boy begging for love, desperate for understanding, and dying for compassion. Jay constantly tortured himself. And that little boy, that innocent child, always paid the price. Every time I felt that I was getting closer to reaching that damaged part of him, he would put a great distance between us so that I couldn’t hold the boy and comfort him. His cries would echo in my ears, my ...

... heart would break, and as fast as I would run, my efforts were pointless. He was the creator of this reality, after all. He made the rules. There are many children in the world who go to sleep, wake up screaming from a horrible nightmare, and are quickly consoled by their loving parents, happy to have woken up from such states of terror. Their nightmares only exist when they close their eyes, and some rarely ever reoccur. Beyond the world of slumber, they are safe, loved, happy, and nurtured. But for other children, children who are just as innocent and deserving of love, their nightmares are not limited to the hours of sleep. Their nightmares exist in every waking hour of every day. Their demons are very much alive and chase them down every hall way, into every bathroom, bedroom, closet, car… their demons take the shape of humans. Their monsters take the form of fathers and mothers, sisters or bothers, neighbors and strangers. They can fool the entire world, but behind closed doors, when they are alone with these trusting, naïve little children, their masked humanity melts off their faces and their true form is revealed. They are the most perverse beings. They are Satan’s soldiers. They are demons who will scare you to death and tickle you at the same time, just to strengthen the effect of the mental trauma. How cruel it is for a child to endure such realities, to live a nightmare, a living nightmare day in and day out. Some people step into adulthood, mercilessly robbed of ...