Flowers of your pain

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“More than just being almost murdered..”, Markus mumbled softly, holding onto Daniel. “I… I don’t mind where..”, he answered then. He would be happy to shower as soon as he could, though he also didn’t mind if he had to wait a little bit longer until he could.

“What… what do you mean not just that?” He asked softly and looked at him.

Markus’ grip on Daniel tightened a little. “He’s…. he’s already used me for sex this morning… and beat me…”, he mumbled quietly. He’s woken up to being used. He got beaten because, even though he had barely been awake, he hadn’t been good enough. Because the breakfast he was forced to make had been a little burnt -because Markus had been in pain, barely awake enough to know what’s going on.
“Used me more this afternoon, since I wasn’t good enough… probably bruised my ribs… before finally deciding to choke me…”. Getting his face fucked was a lot better than being beaten until he laid on the ground, and then continued to being kicked until he couldn’t even make sounds of pain anymore.

He was hiding his face in Daniel’s chest at this point, trembling slightly.

Flowers of your pain

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Markus waited patiently, fiddling with his shirt. He needed to change. He needed to shower too, he hadn’t gotten to earlier, and he felt really gross.

He perked up slightly when he heard Daniel come back, smiling softly at the kiss. “Okay.”, he replied, waiting for Daniel to take his hand again to help him back outside.

“Or do you wanna stay here for a little longer, Darling?” He asked softly and gave him a soft squeeze.

“Mh.. I really need a shower..”, Markus mumbled in reply. “Today was… a very very bad day…”. He didn’t want to say what all had happened, unless Daniel really wanted to know.

Flowers of your pain

Markus waited patiently, fiddling with his shirt. He needed to change. He needed to shower too, he hadn’t gotten to earlier, and he felt really gross.

He perked up slightly when he heard Daniel come back, smiling softly at the kiss. “Okay.”, he replied, waiting for Daniel to take his hand again to help him back outside.

Flowers of your pain

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“Sure.”, Markus replied softly and nodded. He thanked him softly when he was helped out of the car, holding onto Daniel’s hand. He hadn’t grabbed his cane when they left, so he was fully dependent on Daniel to help him walk around. It was something his past abusers liked to do too, though this time Markus had really just forgotten to grab it out of habit of not being allowed to.

Daniel held his hand softly and made sure to lead him inside safely. He then sat him down on his comfy couch. His home smelt like a mixture of cinnamon and his own scent.

“I’ll be right back alright?” He said softly and pecked his lips.

“Alright.”, Markus replied with a small smile and nodded. He would be okay waiting here on the couch. He could hear it was quiet here, and no one else was around. He was safe, and would be safe waiting here.

Flowers of your pain

“Sure.”, Markus replied softly and nodded. He thanked him softly when he was helped out of the car, holding onto Daniel’s hand. He hadn’t grabbed his cane when they left, so he was fully dependent on Daniel to help him walk around. It was something his past abusers liked to do too, though this time Markus had really just forgotten to grab it out of habit of not being allowed to.

Flowers of your pain

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Markus smiled lightly. “I can bake pretty well.”, he said quietly. He didn’t think he’d be able to bake things that required he’d cut anything for a while though. Not that Daniel needed to know that though.

“Well I bake too since it’s my job” he chuckled and hummed happily.

“I-… I know.”, Markus small smile faltered for a moment, and he hoped Daniel didn’t notice, concentrating on the road. He had forgotten for a moment it was Daniel’s job. Maybe he wouldn’t bake at all.

“I’m not really good at anything else, I guess..”, he said then. There wasn’t much he managed to do, often feeling unmotivated. “I like children though…”.