What about this piece : It only amounted to one, and it would always , in his chlorophyll soaked corneas, tears fed on his urgent panic. Starting over after the repetitive act of violation , he threw up with a violent heave, the primal urge rising in his liver. Bile stained his teeth, and the following retches were acidic, lashing the roof of his mouth with enraged fury. It could never stop, his body rejecting the substance over and over, he was hanging by a thread. His eyes scanned the horizon with desperate energy before his lids slid back down and he was wracked with a violent shiver of resistance. Then as the urge overcame him yet again, a voice pierced through the sky , a lifeline in his isolation and utter agony . "Can you hear me? Don't try and answer , just blink twice". As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain , like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in a brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-No I mustn't-" . He fought the deep surge of corrosion, like a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. It was just one time . Only ever one, if he were to expel the drug from his intestines it would amount to zero. He was at the end of a long night, his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake , and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system, and he battled to hold it inside. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight , his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A shiver of depraved invasion jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in despair. The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, but his heart continued to pulse away the seconds as the countdown infringed his reflexes. "Help me-No. No-" He pled through his locking jaw as he battled another potent wave , the instinctive reaction of his body gripping his every fibre as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag , screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience . Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rising built within him, futile to resistance as his eyes widened with panic. His gag was soon saturated with the vile substance and left a bitter sting as he struggled against it , and the following retches heaved through his chest . Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit"he lamented in terror, as he mumbled in heartbroken defeat "twice...now it's too late". In a mixture of pure shock and trauma his eyelids slid closed with exhaustion. After his ongoing efforts and endless torment , he had failed to hold down the implanted substance, and it was over. But the voice persisted, causing Liam to force his eyes open , gritting his teeth in determination. "No , I'm still here , you just had an intense vomiting episode, hang tight." Liam shook his head in disbelief, protesting , the fear tugging at his psyche like a fishing line as he cursed at his helplessness. "No, you can't help-" As Liam fought to refocus his gaze , a pair of deep hazel eyes locked onto his own with concern . "My name's Ryan , I just woke up an hour ago, I've been trying to crawl over here. I've got you." Liam flinched as his gag was torn from his mouth, and he gasped for fresh air, the invasive atmosphere embalming him with perspiration. "Oh God, I threw up the merchandise-those bastards will exterminate me like a dog who needs out his misery. And that's if I'm lucky. They are likely to , well I assume you saw everything..." Liam's voice was filled with a sickened resignation, his resolve seeping from his pores and evaporating into the arid atmosphere . Ryan clamped his hand down over Liam's kneecap in a firm gesture of shared solidarity. "I watched everything they did to you, yes. And I'm still here. I'm not about to abandon you now...". Liam , reaching up and gripping Ryan's arm firmly, smiled against the warm twilight rays of daylight that clung to his flesh . "I'm sorry you had to see all of this ..and how long has it been?" Ryan responded with a gun-metal hollowness , his words smoked out by his steady exhale. "Four weeks. Damed long enough for anyone..." Liam wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, hoisting himself from the ground into a slouch , bracing his other arm behind himself . "Oh God, it's been a whole month..Hiw did I only assume it was days. " Ryan only whispered in reply , his voice thick with acknowledgement. "Yeah " . The drugs in his vision burnt with a harsh cruelty, and Liam shook his head to regain some clarity . "I don't remember how I got here." Ryan outstretched his lean , muscular arm and hauled Liam to his feet with an exhaustive grunt, wrapping an arm around his chest in support of his weight . "I can explain to you exactly how , but it's not safe here . Later. Just try and walk with me, you look like hell but we can get out of here." The air was unrelenting in its suctioning nature, stripping the moisture from their skin as they navigated the bare footpath, no roads or buildings in sight. A concrete ladder of deception that went on for hours, tracking their heavy footsteps . Liam , with his gaze fixated on the maze of concrete, pondered the elapse of time. "How many times did they-" Ryan's complexion, draining of color almost gave away a two digit number. "Eleven times They assaulted you eleven times. You threw up four times , Liam , as well . And they just kept on-" With a haunted expression in his eyes Liam whispered hoarse into the still air, his voice heavy with confusion. "How the hell am I alive . four times , I ought to have died long before this..." . Ryan equaled a long , steady breath as he hoisted Liam up a little higher "they shoved electrolytes down your throat, which was grim to watch It's not like it helped you hold down water , they practically killed you. but you're still alive. " Ryan heartily clapped Liam over the shoulder in shared triumph, as Liam offered a weak smile. "Yeah I'm a badass , but what's your place in all this anyway? You're not a plant so what were you doing back there ?"

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Does this appear to be by the same author : With flecks of gold scattered across his green eyes, he flashed a smile that captured the essence of summer. His tanned complexion shone in the daylight, and the waves lapped at his bare ankles while he stood amidst the breeze. His lips, chapped and coated with the salt of the ocean air, seemed irresistible. Reaching out gingerly, she traced her finger along the outline of his youthful grin, leaned in closer, and gazed deep into his mischievous stare. With her other hand, she ran her fingers across the tender spot where his skin met his earlobe, and swept her tongue along his bottom lip. His heated gasp filled her ear, sending a jolt to her core as she interwove her fingers in his tousled, sun-bleached hair. Grasping his scalp, she pulled him closer, deepening their kiss as he hovered his palm at the small of her back. He bit at her collarbone, dragging his teeth roughly across her bare skin, and whispered, "Good morning to you, too." With a laugh, she pushed his chest with open palms, and he staggered backward, dragging her with him as they fell into the shallows, their legs intermingling. "I was awake all night imagining this," she teased, gliding her hands up his abs, and pushing him down into the cool water, the friction of sand grazing his flesh under her touch. She trailed her tongue across his pec, leaving an exhilarating path of sensations in her wake, causing him to groan, repositioning her in his lap. As her hands reached the hollow of his neck, she whispered, splashing ice-cold water across his lips. "Did you miss me?" A hoarse gasp replied for him as the intoxication that coursed through his veins stole his breath. "Not as much as I need you. Now," he mumbled against her neck with urgency. His scent filled her lungs, a mixture of surfboard wax and generic soap; she held him in her chest for a moment, comforted by the familiar smell. The waves lapped coolly at the hotness pooling between his legs as he fought to hold himself back, his pupils dilating with arousal. Memories of the previous night raced through her mind as she brushed her hands along the waistband of his board shorts, playing idly with the knot, untying it with deliberate slowness. "How badly do you need me?" she asked, her voice laced with a tone that sent shivers cascading down his spine, as his hips rose instinctively toward her hand. Her hands grasped his thigh for leverage as she looped the cord of his shorts between her fingers, teasing the hairline between his hips. His groan of frustration elicited a smile of euphoria from her lips as he growled, "Come here." As she inched closer, she brushed her hand over his growing arousal, a thrum of ecstasy washing through her senses as his nostrils flared in response to her touch. "Last night, when I left, did you ever dream I'd return?" she teased as her hands traced patterns into his hipbones and his head dipped back below his shoulders in surrender. "Oh, God," he breathed into the balmy twilight air. Leaning forward, he ran his hand through her dark strands of hair, combing them away from her vibrant blue eyes with calloused fingers, and pulling her pelvis down into his lap. The biting water stung his desire, cooling the heat just long enough for him to catch his ragged breath. "I was hoping you'd be back, Cutie," he said, his lopsided grin matching the gleam in his stare as she outlined his smattering of freckles with one finger, and slipped her other hand below the hem of his shorts. His chin rested on her exposed clavicle as he slowed his breath, coming faster as she slid further down. Her grasp, firm and deliberate, sent a surge of ecstasy to his groin, as she caressed his aching arousal. Eliciting a shuddering breath from his clenched teeth as he writhed in her hands, she whispered, "Not yet..." and withdrew her touch. The pace of his breathing sped up as she skirted the edge of his arousal, freezing his movements in the glow of the darkening sky as the sun sank out of sight. Then, as she climbed out of his lap, leaving him submerged in the waves, she turned, whispering in the encroaching moonlight, "I have to go." His pulse screamed to a halt, and he rasped after her, grabbing her hand. "Where? Why? And ... again, just like last night. You even told me this was what you wanted. I believed you, isn't it true? ..." His eyes searched hers with confusion and genuine defeat, saying nothing as he relinquished his grip on her wrist. Her eyes held a glimmer of remorse, and she waded out of the breakers, evading his hand as it fell away and hit the water with a dejected splash. "I'll be back before morning, please wait for me." Her words hung in the air, shattering his smile. As his body slid under the surface of the ocean , he gazed up at the sky in disillusionment. "You won't be back..." She left in silence, and only glanced over her shoulder once, as she left him behind yet again, torn with guilt and shame. Maybe it was a mistake; he wouldn't wait. He'd be gone by daylight

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