Aaannnnd on that twisted note, I end the thread.
Teo screamed and struggled when he felt his arms twisted, his body hoisted easily off the ground and bent over against the bed. Italian pleas were yelped out moments before the darker brother forced himself in. One last scream and then Teo was too busy biting down hard on the blankets, clawing and flinching at every thrust, praying it'd be over soon.
Somewhere in the turmoil, Teo's mind let go, crumbling under the abuse. He suddenly realized through the pain and numb emotions of it all that his brother was right. He'd been unfaithful, disloyal and foolish in his social displays. Giuseppe was only teaching him a lesson, one that had to be taught. Giuseppe was the one in charge, the only voice of reason, the only ruling power in Matteo's little world. He always had been and always would be. The albino brother knew that now...
At some point, the pain faded away into numb pleasure, forced out of reflex. When it did, Matteo silently swore never to trust anyone else ever again.
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