He loved you. He had loved you from the very start, when your grandmother took him in and raised him as your brother. He should’ve acted like an older brother towards you, and he really tried to but he just couldn’t stop those disgusting feelings that were creeping inside of him. He pinned you against the wall, his body trapping you while his fingers feeling the skin of your stomach. He longed to kiss you, to feel you, to love you.

“Tell me… tell me that you don’t want this. Please…” Please, let me bear these disgusting feelings alone, he thought. He wanted you to reject him, to reject his touch, because he knew that if you were to let him he would surely loose control.