The fragments of our souls

The evening was stuffy, the air was saturated with the smell of cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke. The club where Joris celebrated his birthday was buzzing like a beehive full of drunken wasps. The boy stood at the bar, nervously twirling a cocktail glass. His gaze swept through the crowd, searching for familiar faces. Joris was here somewhere, he knew that. But something about the atmosphere of this place made his skin crawl. - "Hey, kid, are you alone here?" a man's voice, rough as sandpaper, sounded right behind him. The boy turned around and saw three men whose faces were hidden in the semi-darkness. He tried to smile, but it was a forced smile. - "No, I'm with friends," he whispered, feeling his heart begin to beat faster. -"Are you sure?" one of the men stepped closer, his breath smelling of alcohol and something else that made the boy want to recoil. Joris appeared out of nowhere. -"Hey, what's going on?" his voice sounded harsh, but there was panic in his eyes. "Well, you finally showed up, Joris," one of the men growled. -"Did you think we'd forgotten you? The money you owe has not been canceled." Jorts turned white. - "Mu... muta... me....I'll give you everything. I swear," Suddenly a crowd of men grabbed Joris and dragged him to the exit. The boy tried to intervene, but he was abruptly pushed away. - "Stay out of it, boy," the other man hissed, his eyes glittering like a predator's. Joris tried to pull away, but he was hit sharply on the head. Joe passed out. - "No way! Leave him alone!" the boy shouted, but his voice was lost in the noise of the music. Suddenly, they grabbed him by the shoulders, too, and dragged him to the exit. My heart was pounding, and one thought was throbbing in my head.: "Why is that? Why is this happening?" *Joris was bundled into one of the cars. They didn't stop beating him. He was electrocuted and his fingernails were removed. His face was smashed. With the last of his strength, he whispered that he knew someone who could bring the money right now. But Joe cheated. He called Terah. And he told me about everything. Muta, realizing what was about to happen, jumped out of Joris's car and quickly accelerated with his men. But the boy couldn't get off so quickly... The car. The door slammed shut. The darkness swallowed him up like a black hole. -"Relax, baby," he heard before something cold and sharp stabbed into his neck. Needle. It's a syringe The world started to blur, but he felt it. I felt every touch, every gesture, every movement. Pain. Humiliation. He wanted to scream, but his voice wouldn't work. * His clothes were literally torn. He felt at least 10 hands touching his body. He doesn't remember anything. That these men shared. How they did it. He only remembered the pain. He was raped for almost 2 hours. He was taken as the last whore. And he couldn 't even resist . Rough movements, sharp thrusts, everything got mixed up. He begged me to stop, but they just clamped his mouth shut. He was in shock, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that Tera would come. Tera always came.Consciousness was slipping away like sand through my fingers. The pain burned and corroded, but a thin thread of hope made its way through the veil of suffering. Tera. The name sounded in his head like a spell, like a promise of salvation. He clung to it like a drowning man to a straw, trying to stay on the edge of the abyss. Time has lost all meaning. The minutes dragged on like hours, the hours like an eternity. In the darkness of the car, every rustle, every movement seemed menacing, ominous. Fear gripped his body, paralyzed his will. But deep down, no matter what, he believed. I believed in Terah. Suddenly, the pain dulled, giving way to numbness. You're right. He came. At the moment when hope was almost extinguished, a light flashed in the pitch darkness. The sound of gunfire broke the silence. Screams. Fighting. He heard it all, but he couldn't react anymore. His world had narrowed to a tiny point, with only one thought remaining: Tera was here. He will save him.The cool air from the air conditioner blew over his face. He opened his eyes. The interior of the car was dim, with only the headlights occasionally catching Tera's profile out of the darkness. The men didn't even have time to come to their senses as the door to the car was almost torn out by the roots. Exactly five shots fired. The limp hands of the bastards finally let go of the battered body. The pain with which Tera pulled the boy out of the car cannot be described. He wrapped him in his jacket and picked him up in his arms, carrying him towards his motorcycle. -《Forgive me....》Tera whispered. The silence was oppressive, but it was the silence of trust, the silence of understanding. Words were not needed. Time passed painfully slowly. Every minute seemed like an eternity as they raced through the night, away from danger. Finally, the motorcycle turned off the highway and stopped at a small bridge.Tera, with the boy in his arms, carefully sat down on the edge of the bridge again, like the most valuable treasure. The care shown in every movement spoke louder than any words. The boy knew that he was safe now. Next to him was someone who was ready to give his life for him. And it was more precious than anything in the world. Tera took off his mask and put it next to him. A trembling hand was placed on his face. The boy looked up at him. Two broken souls met to help each other put the pieces back together. The gentle, deep kiss was filled with emotions that could never have been expressed in words.