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ONE TARGET. TWO SHOTS. THREE VICTIMS.
I witnessed the moment unfold with unnatural clarity. The car. The boy. Then reality accelerated, collapsing into a nightmare aftermath—sneakers askew on asphalt, a mother's voice shattering the air—a moment that would stretch into eternity.
Some wounds never heal. Loss is forever.
The world continues turning while you remain frozen in that single instant of unimaginable grief.
Vengeance became my compass. I swore to hunt down whoever was responsible.
But my pursuit led me not to a monster—but someone equally broken.
Yet the first domino had been pushed by someone's hand. I would trace this tragedy to its source. And when I found them, they would answer for the devastation they'd unleashed upon two families who should have never been casualties in someone else's war.
Genres:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 3 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Age Difference, Antihero, Badass Hero, Criminals & Outlaws, Hurt / Comfort
Word Count: 40000
Setting: City
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Chaz was physically unable to obey. His jaw instinctively clamped shut. The look on the cowboy’s face warned that he would take his whole tongue if he didn’t comply. Even knowing it was true, Chaz still couldn’t open his mouth.
The cowboy tapped the steel pinchers against Chaz’s bruised chin. “You don’t want me to go in after it.”
Chaz swallowed hard, his body pressing against the back of the chair. He felt extra vulnerable, strapped naked to the freezing metal chair, his dick limp and shriveled between his thighs—a result of the cold and the terror. His heart hammered in his throat, knowing there wasn’t a goddamn thing he could do if the cowboy decided to pry his fucking jaw open and yank out his tongue.
READ MOREDragging the pliers down the center of Chaz’s throat, his chest, his stomach, the cowboy’s mouth jerked into a fleeting smile that never reached his dead eyes. “You don’t want to give me your tongue?” he drawled quietly. “Then maybe I’ll take something else.” The cold pliers scraped over his belly button, and Chaz’s stomach spasmed as the metal tool slid lower.
His head began to shake violently. “No… no…” He clutched the armrests, his arms straining against the leather restraints. His hips shifted, trying to pull back from the pliers as his cock flopped against his inner thighs. “No-no-no… don’t… please…”
His eyes narrowed to frigid slits, and the cowboy growled, “Then open your fucking mouth.”
COLLAPSE
