The Boy from Half Moon
PROLOGUE Luke
The pressure on my throat was suffocating me, but I knew to remain quiet. He didn’t respond well to complaints while he concentrated on achieving his perverse desires. At least he’d bathed this time and wasn’t forcing his penis into my mouth like he’d done the last time.
The ropes burned my wrists, stretching my arms skyward as I readied myself to go to the quiet place I sought each time he hurt me.
“That’s a good boy,” he whispered. “You know I don’t like having to do this, but you brought it on yourself.”
“I’m sorry,” I croaked, battling to keep my mind out of this world.
“As you should be, boy,” he reprimanded. “I’m only doing this because you’re becoming a man now, and you must learn that the world is a very dangerous place. There will be many that want to soil you.”
He’d repeated the same line for five years. “But… I won’t let that happen,” I stuttered. “I’ll be good and pious, sir.”
“You think you will, son, but you need to experience what sins of the flesh can feel like if you disobey me.”
“I won’t disobey,” I replied, squirming and tugging on the ropes. His penis was pushing against my butthole, silently announcing what came next. I needed to get to the quiet place quickly. “I promise I’ll obey,” I choked, still negotiating, yet preparing to leave.
“Now be silent, Luke. You wouldn’t want your family to suffer because you couldn’t control your body, would you?” he hissed, pushing harder as I resisted. “Better you than little David, wouldn’t you agree?”
The thought of my thirteen-year-old brother suffering at the hands of our feared colony leader, a direct disciple of God, according to him, was far too much for me to handle. I had no choice but to do as he commanded.
At eighteen, I was big and strong, but no match for Franklin. I’d tried resisting his advances in the past, but that only led to more pain, so I’d recently accepted my fate and prayed he’d get bored with me. He hadn’t.
There were things to discover in the quiet place I went to. Gentle landscapes with small hills, wheat fields that waved in the breeze, producing wonderful patterns as they swayed, folks sitting in front of their homes. Every view serene and quiet. This world was a safe place to live and visit. I felt like a traveler in a foreign land. Safe. Not of the world that he existed in.
His hand covered my mouth, stifling the scream as he penetrated me. I made myself a promise then and there that I would never allow a man to touch me again. So help me God.