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Alastor was setting up the record player putting on his favourite disc before looking back at Vox. His head was large and square like the TV’s of the time and he was in a suit while Alastor was in a red and black suit that was far more elegant than his others. His hair was also in a ponytail that made his hair look quite nice.
“Let us dance” Alastor said as the music began. They both fell into an elegant rhythm that was slow with a steady beat.
Vox grabs Alastor by the waist and grips his hand. He feels uncomfortable by the touch but it was just dancing nothing else.
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Vox had gotten him a drink and they were both sipping it together talking about random things.
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Vox flung him around the floor. Alastor knew the day he was remembering but why did he forget it? Why as it only coming back to him now?
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He felt dizzy and his body felt like it was floating. His eyes were not staying open like he wanted them to and he felt off.
“It’s working” Vox snarled looking at Alastor with a grin. It made his skin crawl.
“Wah wokn (what’s working)” His mouth didn’t want to make words and his body felt drunk but he hadn’t had more than one drink.
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Vox’s hands gripped back onto Alastor’s body his screen a slight shade of red and he looked at Alastor with concealed lust.
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Vox had pulled Alastor onto the floor and pinned him below him. He tried to move out the TV’s grasp but his limbs wouldn’t cooperate with him let alone when he was under Vox’s tight grasp. Why was his body not moving. Vox’s screen glowed red as he looking down on him lustfully.
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The man’s touch on his skin made him want to rip it off and the memory was coming back fast hitting him full on. He felt disconnected and distracted.
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“I’ve waited so long for this, I know it’s your first time so I decided to make it easier for you” It sounded like his head was under water or his ears were full of cotton. Vox trailed his hand up and down Alastor’s body before grasping his head and pulling him in for a kiss. He didn’t like it, it felt hard and forced.
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It wasn’t Alastor’s first time. The first was when he was a child with a father who wanted to steal his innocence in any way possible. They danced at a faster pace now both flinging each other around the room to the beat of the music.
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Alastor’s cloths had been removed but he couldn’t move. His body struggled and his mind cried but he would not move. He felt like crying but even that was ripped away from him. He could only watch in blurred horror as the TV groped at him. Touching every part of his body with metal claws.
He was slow when he inserted the first finger only to then shove in a second and scratch up his insides carelessly.
He wanted to run, to hide under his bed like he did as a child. Like he did when the monster came to do the same thing that Vox was doing.
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Vox dipped Alastor before pulling him close. Their body’s touched together and Vox moved his arms so one was around Alastor’s waist and the other in his hair.
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He pounded into him with no remorse letting his metal claws dig holes into Alastor’s already scared skin. Vox was whispering to him as he pumped in and out with no care but all Alastor could feel was numb. It was a cold feeling he knew all too well and he hated every part of it. The fog in his brain got to much as he felt himself loose hope.
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Alastor was shaking now as Vox leaned into him, looking at him with that same lustful expression. He ripped himself out of the man’s hand and Vox’s face fell into one of confusion.
“Alastor?” Vox was looking at him. It made Alastor feel dirty. He didn’t like feeling dirty.
“Leave now Vox” The man made no move towards the door only closer to Alastor.
“LEAVE” He screeched letting the static of his radio’s flare as his body grew large. Vox looked rightfully terrified. He wasn’t stronger than Alastor and he knew that fact well.
Only when he was sure Vox had left his home did Alastor crumble onto the floor gripping his body tightly. He pulled off his coat and threw it on the floor. Under it he was in a short sleeve blazer, normally he would ware the king sleeved one. He looked at the scared skin, it was dirty, he was dirty. He needed his skin gone.
So he sat there in the quiet of the large room scraping at his skin with a harsh cloth he didn’t remember getting till it bled. It hurt but he felt so numb. So dirty.