This is about Daniem. So, yes, there is more bad stuff in it. I swear I’ll write something else soon.
Daniem sat still, only his hand moving. He watched it as intently as if he’d never seen it before. “Jamais vu,” he said. “Everything seems so unfamiliar to me. I feel like this is usual, but it’s not.” He giggled. “I’m having déjà vu of jamais vu. Though déjà vécu is more correct. I like French. Do you speak any French, Sasha? Syces. Sorry. I know you prefer Syces, Sasha.” He laughed. “I’m a bad person, y’know. I am bad to people for no reason. I like to hurt them. It’s fun.” He stopped, stood up and stumbled.
I caught his arm. “Sit down, Dani. What have you taken?”
He grinned. “Cocaine. Maybe. No. I haven’t taken cocaine for years.” He tapped his nose knowingly. “Sinuses. Not good. I miss cocaine.” He sat down. “Did I ever tell you about the time I raped a man - a boy. He must have been… fifteen, maybe. He looked younger, but they always do. But, his mother was really young and had tits out to here,” he waved his hands about a foot from his chest. So, Taras and Yan hold her down and take turns, but they kept her on her stomach, in the snow, so she could see me fucking her little boy. She squealed like she was being skinned alive. I like that. Taras was a bit of a freak. He always liked doing them up the arse. I prefer them from the front. You shove three fingers up first, then fuck ‘em. Perfect.” He laughed. “I’m tired, Sasha. I wanna fuck you then go to bed.”
I swallowed tersely. He was gorgeous like this, and a sick feeling in my lower stomach couldn’t change how much I wanted him to fuck me while describing that rape in intimate detail. I gulped, shook my head to clear it, then took a step back. “No. I don’t think we should. Go to sleep, Dani. I’ll see you in the morning.
