Dark Ruin

Chapter 4

When Joshua woke up the next morning, David was nowhere to be found.

As he opened his eyes, the memories of last nigt rushed back. His whole body felt like it had been struck by lightning. Pain shot through him, and disbelief followed. He couldn’t believe someone had dared to do this to him.

He realized he was lying on the bed—and that his body had been carefully cleaned.

Joshua tried to sit up, but the pain overwhelmed him. A hoarse scream tore from his throat. The sudden movement made everything worse, and his body trembled as if it might break.

The fight the night before had already hurt him badly. Being overpowered for so long had pushed him past his limits. He had always been strong, never once needing a hospital. This was the worst injury he had ever suffered—not just physically but also emotionally.

His pride was shattered. The humiliation cut deeper than the pain. This was the greatest shame of his life.

Only now did he realize how badly he had misjudged David. The man who always seemed calm and controlled had done something unforgivable and to the extent of r****g him.

All he had meant to do was provoke and humiliate him—yet it ended like this.

Joshua collapsed onto the floor, unable to stand. The curtains were still drawn, but thin lines of light showed that dawn had arrived. He stayed there, unmoving, because lying still hurt less.

After a long time, he dragged himself back onto the bed and looked down at his body. It was covered in bruises and hickeys. The sight made his chest tighten with rage.

David was a monster. A man who hid behind a respectable image—yet proved himself to be nothing but an animal.

Anger burned inside Joshua until he felt like he might vomit blood. He slammed his fist against the floor, screaming, tearing David apart again and again in his thoughts.

In the end, Joshua was defeated.

For the first time in his life, he had lost completely. Including his virginity. How could he, Joshua, fall this low?

This hatred would never fade. He swore he would remember it forever.

As he lay there, shaking with anger, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Joshua stiffened. After a few seconds, he forced out a weak question, “Who is it?”

The answer came—and it was the man whom he hated most.

His throat was raw, and though he thought he spoke loudly, his voice was barely more than a whisper. He wasn’t even sure the person outside could hear him.

Before he could move, the door creaked open.

Joshua gathered all his strength, trying to crawl back onto the bed and cover himself. But his legs gave out, and he fell back to the floor. He wished the ground would swallow him whole.

The door opened and closed quietly.

David stood there.

Joshua glared at him, hatred burning in his eyes. David’s face was tense, filled with shame and discomfort.

Only moments ago, Joshua had imagined killing him in countless ways. Yet now that David stood in front of him, his anger hadn’t even fully formed—it was still boiling inside.

David hesitated, clearly unsure what to say. Seeing how badly Joshua was hurt, he slowly stepped closer.

Joshua stared at him fiercely and pointed a trembling finger.

“Why are you still here?” he snarled. “Haven’t you done enough? What else do you want?”

His words were sharp, but his weakened body told a different story. The pride he once carried was gone.

David tried to hide his embarrassment behind a blank expression, but when his eyes fell on Joshua, his chest tightened and he quickly looked away.

That night replayed in his mind.

When David had woken up earlier and realized what he had done, panic had hit him hard. He had never imagined he could lose control like that. Anger had driven him too far, and he had crossed a line he could never undo.

He didn’t know how things had gone so wrong. Overwhelmed and confused, he had fled the room.

Only after a long shower did his body cool down and his thoughts slowly settle.

David actually went out to the nearest pharmacy to buy anti-inflammatory drugs and rushed back to check on Joshua.

The two of them were separated by two or three steps , but he felt that every step required a strong willpower to even lift a leg.

Everything happened last night began to replay. When he was holding Joshua's waist and aggressively pounding, the soft and thin waist line, the smooth back full of sweat, the strong and powerful thighs, he could not control those thoughts and he felt his face burning up red.

After giving himself a mental preparation, he adjusted his facial entered the room.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Joshua sitting naked on the edge of the bed, all the traces he left yesterday were still there.

David only felt back the hate shooting from joshua eyes, and he was too shy to even look at him.

He rushed pulled a bed sheet and covered it on Joshua, then walked over to lift him up.

Joshua found the place where he was bleeding from his head yesterday and slammed that wound with his fist.

David looked at him angrily with his head. “You’re hurt like this, and you're still losing your temper.”

Joshua screamed at the beast who had conquered his ass. “You are asking why! After everything you have done.” He didn’t know where the strength came from, and he rushed to David and punched him.

David grabbed his arm and desperately tried to control him.

Compared with Joshua, the degree of his injury was obviously much lighter. After a few moments, he was restrained and he gently said. “Calm down.”

Joshua scoffed, “Don't touch me, who are you asking to calm down.”

He slammed David feet with his spare feet.

David struggled to get him up. Still, he managed to get Joshua up and put him on the bed and gently give the medicine to him. “You, you should take this.”

Joshua with his weak body have no ther choice but to accept and put the anti-inflammatory drugs under the bed. “What! You don’t want to be know as a rapist.. so you came and take care of me."