it was a dark summer evening. Riaz again went to the psychologist to whom his father sent him. The boy hated her, he only went to her because his parents told him to, they thought he was abnormal, but he just wanted to be strong. His latest discovery was self-harm itself - the reason he had to go to this woman, only Riaz didn't think what he was doing was wrong, he was strong, and the pain helped him forget about everyday problems.

The woman looked at me strangely, unlike usual, she was sitting too close to me. she reached out to touch my thigh. I didn't like what the fuck she wanted to do. “Riaz, it's time for you to become a man, your father would like it and that's what you care about. to make him proud of you" I felt her hand reaching for my crotch. I didn't want it, maybe I was 19 and a virgin, but it was because I fucking wanted to, not because I couldn't find someone. I squeezed my eyes shut and started thinking about something else. I felt her hand stroking my member and then, when she stopped for a moment and told me to lie down, I heard her undressing. I wonder if others were afraid when someone did this to them. because I was afraid. so fucking afraid. and it hurted, i feel her jumping in me and i just wanted this to stop. the woman sat on my penis. I felt my body react against me. fuck let it end already “Bravo Riaz. "You were a good boy"

Riaz ran outside the woman's house and vomited on her lawn. twice. his only consolation was that he would never have to return there again

with shaking hands I dialed the number of the only person I knew cared about me. my sister's. I didn't cry, strong men don't cry.

“come and get me. "I'm begging you, please, just come here."

there was something in the boy's voice that had never been there before

fuck I have to get my shit together. O. I felt terrible pain between my legs. While waiting for my sister's answer, I started to panic. what if she thinks I'm weak too