. In that moment frozen in time at his feet, her heart beating a bruise into her chest from the inside, she reflected on all that they had discussed. ...ll that she had always wanted, all that she had fantasized about continually and thus unconsciously had prepared her entire life for. The service, the submission, the ritual torture and sexual abuse, the training and abject humiliation. All voluntary. All completely willingly. The possible long term damage, the probable eventual modifications. Once he was down, they kicked him into a sobbing ball.By the time, some of us came to his rescue, they were running off. We cracked a few heads and tripped a few, but the damage had been done. By the time the school principals got there, it was all over. The townies were identified and suspended and I helped Victor to his seat on the bus. His face was bloodied and his clothes ripped and dirty.The ride home sucked. I don't know if Victor was more hurt by the fight or the fear of his father. "You know how I said he likes attention?" He continued. "Well, he doesn't exactly get a whole lot from his parents. I think that's part of the reason why he makes a big deal out of being gay when it comes to them. He knows they wouldn't like it, and he makes it out to be the end of the world because he knows it'll just give them another reason to think his brothers will amount to more than he will."I had to laugh at that. And roll my eyes. "Cody? Right." Hey, Cody might be a brat, but he's a. It had been only a few months for me, but the end of this crap just couldn’t come too soon. I moved uneasily in my chair but forced myself to calm down. Yes, maybe I had only myself to blame, but there had been also some positive things that wouldn’t have happened unless there had been that raging urge that had brought me here. Besides, soon all this would be over. This celebration in my old home town was the last in the long list of events - and there was no way that I would have skipped this.