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Sunlight beamed dimly through the trees as the sun set, a cool breeze hitting Toki's skin as he sat on a nearby bench with his current caretaker, Skwisgaar.
Toki didn't talk much, mostly because he didn't know much English, aside from the few words and phrases he learned when he had escaped Norway. For now however he was laid across Skwisgaar's lap, his eyes locked onto the light pink skies.
“You's a good kid, you knows that?” Skwisgaar spoke up, his voice gentle as his hand rested against Toki's head, gently petting his hair like one would a pet. Toki however didn't understand much of what his caretaker said, the only words he picked up on being “good” and “you”, but Toki understood- he wasn't an idiot, he knew what someone sounded like when they were genuine, he was sure. Suddenly, Skwisgaar's hands were splayed across Toki's midriff, the boy's shirt hike up so his chest was exposed.
Soon Toki could feel Skwisgaar gently moving him to sit in between his legs, but by the time Toki realized what was going to happen Skwisgaar was already unzipping his fly.
“N-no's, I don't wants-” Toki tried to blurt out, the words dying in his throat as Skwisgaar reached into his underwear, pulling out a half-hard cock. Toki immediately tried to push away, but Skwisgaar's fingers shot up to grab his scalp, forcing him back down with a scary amount of force. Toki didn't want this, he didn't want to be used like this, especially not in public.
He struggled and squirmed as his mouth was pried open by Skwisgaar's free hand, his cock forcing itself into Toki's unwilling mouth. *Just think of something else* repeated in the young boy's mind, desperately trying to distract himself from the sour taste in his mouth and the lump in his throat, *anything* to get away from this. Soon enough, he finally dissociated, his mind going back to a memory, *the day at the pond*.
He was only six when his mom took him to a small pond by their house. Despite it being constantly cold, the ice on top of the pond had finally melted, revealing the colorful fish that swam beneath. He remembers how his mom held him, the love she could only ever share with her daughter, but Toki wasn't a daughter. Toki was suddenly pulled out of the warm illusion as a thick, sticky substance filled his mouth, his eyes opening as Skwisgaar finally pulled out, murmuring to himself as he petted Toki.
The liquid in his mouth made him feel nauseous, the salty and bitter taste making him gag, white thick spurts dripping onto the concrete as the poor boy coughed. “Get’s up” Skwisgaar's voice broke the silence, the gentle tone now sickening and patronizing as he helped the young boy to his feet, red marks decorating his knees from him being forced onto concrete.
Toki wobbled as he got up, feeling like a baby deer learning how to walk as Skwisgaar guided him home, they were lucky nobody caught them- but a small part of Toki wished they did, that someone could've saved him, but he knew deep down nobody would do anything, Skwisgaar was a god to them. Maybe this was God’s punishment for Toki, he'd done so much wrong already- but for now a part of Toki ignored that, he ignored the raw pain in the back of his throat, he focused on the sky for now, eyes drifting up to the soft purple gradient of the night.