Aiaines was just another face in the classroom of a small town school. He came from a poor family and the only thing he looked forward to was education. He was quiet and kept to himself, never really making any friends. This made him an easy target for bullies in school. But little did he know, his life was about to become living hell, all thanks to his thirty-year-old teacher, Mr. Brandon, who had become obsessed with him.

Mr. Brandon had always been fascinated by Aiaines. To him, the boy was unique, different from the rest of the students. His fascination, however, soon turned into an unhealthy obsession. Mr. Brandon became increasingly possessive of Aiaines, staying back after class, insisting on long chats, and always wanting to involve him in extracurricular activities. At first, Aiaines was flattered by the attention. Still, it didn't take long before he started feeling uncomfortable, especially when Mr. Brandon's visits became increasingly frequent and more secretive.

Mr. Brandon's behavior towards Aiaines started taking a dark turn. He started bullying him, making him feel inferior, and feeding into his already low self-esteem. This made Aiaines feel like he was the problem, that there was something wrong with him, and so he didn't tell anyone about the abuse he endured.

Soon, Mr. Brandon's actions turned sexual. He would touch Aiaines inappropriately, and when he resisted, he would threaten to fail him in his exams. He would forcefully make Aiaines give him blowjobs and even rape him. The sexual abuse left Aiaines feeling ashamed and scared, and so he tried his best to avoid Mr. Brandon.

However, this only made things worse for Aiaines. Mr. Brandon became more and more aggressive, isolating him from his peers, and making his life even harder. The bullying evolved into full-on abuse, both emotional and physical. Aiaines was in a constant state of fear, not knowing what would happen next. He secluded himself from the rest of the world, often skipping school, and locking himself in his bedroom.

Years of sexual and physical abuse left Aiaines feeling trapped and abused. He knew something was seriously wrong, but he didn't know how to speak up or who to approach. It wasn't until a new teacher joined the school who noticed the change in Aiaines' behavior.

Miss Rachel saw something odd in how Mr. Brandon interacted with his students, and Aiaines, in particular. She called him out on his unacceptable behavior towards Aiaines and reported him to the school authorities. An investigation was launched, and it was discovered that Aiaines was a victim of sexual abuse.

Mr. Brandon was arrested, and he faced charges of sexual assault, harassment, and exploitation. When the news of his arrest broke, many students were shocked. They could hardly believe what was happening at the school, but for Aiaines, it was a beacon of hope.

Aiaines was finally free from the monster that had tormented his life for years. With the help of counseling and his family support, Aiaines went on to rebuild his life. Mr. Brandon, on the other hand, was found guilty of his charges and was sentenced to a long term in prison.

In conclusion, the story of Aiaines speaks to the danger of power imbalance, the importance of speaking up, and the significance of believing victims. It goes without saying that sexual abuse is often traumatizing and leaves deep scars. Therefore, it is our responsibility as a society to create a safe space for victims, listen to their stories, and hold perpetrators accountable for their actions, just as it happened in this case.

Feon had always dreamed of making something of himself. He didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps and become a drunkard. He wanted to be successful, make his family proud, and leave his old life behind.

One day, everything fell apart. His father ran away, leaving Feon with mountains of debt. Feon was barely able to put food on the table, let alone pay off his father's debts. It seemed like all was lost.

That's when Aizen came into his life. He was a powerful man, a mafia lord who could make all of Feon's problems disappear. In exchange for taking care of his father's debts, Aizen asked that Feon work for him.

At first, Feon thought it was a dream come true. He was able to pay off his father's debts and finally have some stability in his life. But soon enough, he realized that Aizen wasn't just a generous benefactor. He was obsessed with Feon, possessive and controlling to the point of abuse.

Feon tried to push back, tried to assert his independence, but Aizen wouldn't take no for an answer. He was relentless, punishing Feon for even the most minor of slights.

Things came to a head one night when Feon finally confronted Aizen about his behavior. It was a mistake, and he knew it as soon as Aizen's fists started flying.

The next few months were a blur of pain and humiliation. Aizen treated Feon like a toy, something to be used and abused as he pleased. Feon's body was no longer his own, but belonged entirely to Aizen.

As time went on, Feon fell into a deep depression. He saw no way out of his situation, no hope for a better life. He prayed for death every night, but it never came.

Finally, something within Feon snapped. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew that if he didn't do something drastic, he would never escape this nightmare.

With all of his strength, Feon fought back against Aizen. It was a brutal fight, one that left them both battered and broken, but in the end Feon emerged victorious.

It was a bittersweet victory, though. Feon's life had been irrevocably changed by Aizen's cruelty. He was broken, both physically and emotionally. His ability to speak was gone forever, a fitting metaphor for the way Aizen had taken away his voice.

Despite everything, though, Feon refused to give up. He knew that he couldn't change the past, but he could shape his future. He threw himself into the world of writing, using the power of words to express all of the emotions he had been forced to keep bottled up inside.

Slowly but surely, Feon began to heal. He found a new purpose in life, one that didn't involve being someone else's slave. He wrote about his experiences, hoping to make a difference in the lives of others who had suffered as he had.

It wasn't an easy road, but Feon walked it with determination and courage. He refused to let Aizen's actions define him. Instead, he used them as fuel to create something beautiful. In the process, he found a sense of peace and purpose that had been missing from his life for far too long.

I always knew I wanted to make something of myself, to be successful and make my family proud. But life had other plans for me. My father ran away, leaving me with debts and no way to pay them off. It felt like I was drowning, like I would never be able to catch a break.

That's when Aizen came into my life. He offered to take care of my father's debts and in exchange, I had to work for him. At first, it seemed like a dream come true. I was finally able to pay off my debts and live a stable life. But I soon realized that Aizen wasn't just a generous benefactor. He was possessive, controlling, and abusive.

I tried to push back, to assert my independence, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He punished me for even the smallest of things, and soon my body was no longer my own but belonged entirely to him.

I fell into a deep depression, praying for death every night. But it never came. Something snapped inside me, and I knew I had to fight back if I wanted to escape this nightmare. It was a brutal fight, and in the end, I emerged victorious, though not without scars.

My life was irrevocably changed by Aizen's cruelty. I was physically and emotionally broken, and my voice was gone forever. But I refused to give up. I threw myself into the world of writing, using the power of words to express all the emotions I had been forced to keep bottled up.

It wasn't easy, but slowly, I began to heal. Through my writing, I found a sense of purpose and a way to make a difference in the lives of others who had suffered as I had. I refused to let Aizen's actions define me, instead using them as fuel to create something beautiful. And in the process, I found a sense of peace that had been missing from my life for far too long.

...Aizen pov...

I've always believed that power is everything. And in my line of work, power comes in the form of people owing me favors or debts. When I first met Feon, I saw potential in him. His father had run away, leaving him with insurmountable debt, and I knew he would do anything to get out of that situation. So, I offered to help him pay off those debts and in exchange, he had to work for me.

At first, everything went according to plan. Feon was a hard worker and did everything I asked of him. But then, things started to change. He started to question my methods, resisting my decisions, and it drove me crazy. I couldn't handle it. I needed him to understand that I was the one in control.

So, I started to punish him. The punishments were nothing too severe, just enough to keep him in line. But over time, they became more intense, and I found myself enjoying it. I enjoyed the control I had over him, the look of fear in his eyes when he did something wrong.

He tried to fight back, tried to tell me that what I was doing was wrong. But I couldn't let him win. And then one night, when he confronted me about my actions, I lost control. I attacked him, and it felt good. I could feel his pain, and I liked it.

For months, I continued to use him, abuse him, and he never fought back. But then something changed. He fought back, and he won. I couldn't believe it. How could someone like him defeat me?

But he did, and in that moment, I knew things would never be the same. I lost control over him, and it made me angry. But at the same time, a small part of me respected him. He had stood up to me, and he had won. And it made me realize that power isn't everything.

I may have lost control over Feon, but in a way, he gained control over me. He showed me that sometimes, the best way to have power is to let it go. And so, I let him go. I didn't try to get him back or punish him. Instead, I let him go and hoped that he found peace in his new life.

What do you think guys? should I write more in first pov or third pov? Comment your thoughts lovely being 🌹