His to Ruin 4. Mine. Before He Even Looked Up.

Damian’s POV

Few days ago.

I wasn’t even supposed to notice him.

We were trailing a corrupt city councilman — low-level pest.

Nothing interesting. Just leverage.

Then I saw him.

Back alley behind some shitty bookstore. Cold rain.

Hunched shoulders. Hoodie too big.

And Aaron — laughing. Loud. Calling him princess. Freak.

then the push.

Eli’s books hit the ground. His knees followed. No one helped. No one saw him. Except me.

I leaned back in the black car.

Watched through the tinted glass. Lit a cigarette. Didn’t even smoke it.

Damian Vexley

Who is he?

Silas vale

Which one? The loudmouth?

Damian Vexley

No. The one on the ground.

Silas vale

Doesn’t come up on anything. Civilian.

Damian Vexley

*low* Not anymore.

Damian Vexley

Get me the name of the other one. The bully.

Silas vale

Aaron Grant. Student. Lives alone.

Silas vale

You want him dead?

Damian Vexley

*smiling* Not really.

Warehouse. Soundproof. Private. Ours.

Aaron wakes up to chains.

Naked from the waist up. Duct tape peeled from his mouth.

Aaron

*Panicked* Wh-what—what is this?! Who are you?!

*Loading a silenced pistol, then setting it down*

Damian Vexley

The last man you’ll ever meet who gives a shit about Eli

Aaron

Eli?! That freak? You did all this for him?!

Damian Vexley

No.

Damian Vexley

I did all this because of you.

CRACK

Crowbar to the ribs. First strike.

Aaron

AHHHH—fuck—!

Damian Vexley

*Calm* You put your hands on him.

CRUNCH

Second hit. Right shoulder. Bone gives.

Damian Vexley

You humiliated him in public.

Aaron

I-I didn’t mean it—it was just—

Damian Vexley

Just?

Damian Vexley

*Snarls* You think he’s just some nobody?

Damian Vexley

He's Mine.

More chains. Meat hooks. Razor wire.

We do this often. But never like this. Because this is personal.

SCREECH.

Blade slices a shallow E into his cheek.

Damian Vexley

So you remember whose name should’ve been on your fucking tongue.

SIZZLES

Branding iron. He writhes. Screams.

Aaron

PLEASE—I’m sorry—

Damian Vexley

No. You’re a warning now.

Damian Vexley

Say it. Say his name. Beg him.

Aaron

*sobbing* E-Eli… I’m sorry, Eli—please—

Damian Vexley

Louder.

SLASH

Knife splits skin across his stomach.

Aaron

*Screaming* ELI—ELI—I’M SORRY PLEASE—

He passes out after I crush his hand with a vice grip.

Two fingers lost. Three broken. One tooth yanked clean. Nose shattered.

He won’t walk right again. Won’t touch anything without shaking.

Good

Hours later

We dump him in a shipping crate on the edge of the port. Alive. But barely. Let the city find him. Let Eli never know.

My safehouse.

Low lights. Monitors glow.

Eli’s in bed. Asleep. Cat on his chest

Eli Rivers

Damian Vexley

*To the screen* You don’t know it yet, do you?

Damian Vexley

But the world already fears touching you.

Damian Vexley

*smiling* They just don’t know why.

To be continued.

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