Loving You, Loving Me - 1. Chapter 1: The Dream

Chapter 1: The Dream

Please note this first chapter is a nightmare. It does not in anyway encourage unconsensual sex or sex between an adult and a child. As the story develops (and if you continue reading...) you will understand how everything fits together.

Darkness all around me. I can hear the wind play a chilling and sad song. I am naked and on the floor, my arms and legs and entire body twisted together like a small human ball. Drops of water fall like tear drops continuously on my smooth body, but from where I do not know. I shiver a bit as a draught blows in. Where is this place?
Suddenly I hear footsteps, and they move closer and closer. They sound heavy, loud in the dark empty space all around me. I cannot see the person, but I feel a sudden unease, enough to make me want to throw up. My naked body shivers uncontrollably, partly out of fear, partly because of the cold.
Then I see a figure, a dark silhouette of what unmistakably is a man. I still cannot see his face, but his nearing presence frightens me more. I want to clamber onto my feet, but I cannot. I lie there, still like a shrunken ball, still shivering uncontrollably.
"Don't be afraid! I'm here," the voice says, echoing in the emptiness around me.
He draws closer and closer. My body fills with intense fear, a twitching sensation inside as if insects are crawling. I can no longer see where the man is, and that makes me even more frightened.
"Come, come closer. I'll not hurt you."
But somehow I know the man is lying. I start to crawl, and each time my naked body scrapes the floor I feel intense pain and agony. I have no idea where I am going, but I know I have to escape, somehow.
Out of nowhere, a dark hand appears in front of my face. My throat freezes with fear, and I cannot move any further. The hand closes in and covers whole my mouth, and before I know it, two dark sunken eyes stare into mine. I scream, but nothing comes out as his strong hands take my voice hostage.
"I'm not going to hurt you, little boy. Have no fear. It'll be fun."

With one hand on my mouth, the man uses the other to feel all over my body. Each touch, each contact makes me physically and emotionally nauseous, but my mind is numb. Whatever will and energy in me to put up a resistance has long since abandoned me. I close my eyes and feel his rugged body sink like heavy weights on top of mine...