Chapter 24: Overpowered By Masochism
“Smile,” he ordered.
Peter’s eyes were on the road, currently driving his car. He’s about to send the poor boy to his humble little apartment.
“Smile, Elliot,” Peter said. But the poor Elliot was looking outside the car’s window, crying and letting out small sobs.
A new dawn has come, and Elliot felt sore, tired, and feverish. His hole stings like a bee and felt like some tissues snapped and tore up inside.
Peter glanced at Elliot only to see that he is spacing out, crying relentlessly.
Peter slammed the steering wheel. “I said f*****g smile, b***h!” it made the poor boy shiver in fear, and his attention was diverted to Peter.
Elliot then immediately faced Peter, forced smiling, but his tears were flowing freely down his cheeks. Peter s
