NICO
One thing about me is that I don't quit. It's both a blessing and a curse.
It's been days, but my throat still aches. Every swallow scrapes and the belt burn still lingers, red and…beautiful around my neck, like a collar I never agreed to wear but can't take off. The cut on my neck is scabbing, but I've felt worse pain. Humiliation and rejection though? Not so much.
The bruise looks worse in the mirror. The asshole left me branded and marked. Perfect.
But that's not what pisses me off most, it's the fact that he left me there, like I was just a worthless tool he could use and toss away.
And yet, the first thing I did when I got home was Jack off to the memory of it. Pathetic, I know.
And I didn't end up getting what I went there for. After risking my life so I could leave the
