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It was never ever supposed to go like this for Xingqiu. With his head roughly pushed down, a large sweaty hand gripping him tightly by the hair as if trying to rip it out by the roots, his cheek scraping against the dirt on the ground, tears pouring down his face mixing with the grit, dirt, and blood creating a disgusting almost film-like texture on his skin.
His throat was raw, a metallic taste coating his tongue as choked gasping whimpers slipped from between his swollen, bruised lips. He couldn’t scream, not anymore, hell just breathing felt as if someone was dragging sandpaper across his throat.
His entire body hurts, a horrible, unbearable heaviness settled in his gut as if his organs were being twisted into knots like someone making balloon animals. The numerous bruises lining his body stung, a patchwork of abuse for each time he tried to fight back, tried to talk back.
Even his shirt feels like it's scraping his skin, his shorts discarded somewhere when this ordeal first began. Ripped, torn, lost he didn’t know and it wasn’t like it really mattered anyway.
Another choked gasping whimpering noise leaves his mouth as the brute of a man that’d been ruthless thrusting into him, with no regard for anything except his own amusement and lust, thrusts into Xingqiu all the way to the hilt. That deep unbearable ache sparks across Xingqiu’s stomach and spreads out over his entire body.
He feels as if he’s being ripped apart from the inside out and all the while on display as well. The large, man thrusting into him, the treasure hoarder’s leader, and a few of his subordinates gathered around Xingqiu like lions eagerly waiting to devour a wounded gazelle.
The treasure hoarders's leader smirked as he glanced down where his cock is still buried deep to the hilt in Xingqiu’s ass. That pink fleshy spot within the two snowy cheeks now a ripe shade of red, its edges so swollen that it almost seemed pitiful. A milky secretion and streaks of blood, swished around where the two connected, making a mess of things.
Xingqiu’s position displayed his round, snowy buttocks high in the air. White and red dribbling out of the opening, rolling down his thighs almost lazily in threads. The inside of his thighs were covered with red and purple handprints, from where he’d be grabbed and manhandled like a child flailing a doll around during a tantrum.
“Look at the little bastard, really thought he could talk down to us like that. No one cares who your family is once you step outside of Liyue Harbor,” one of the nearby treasure hoarders huffed.
This makes Xingqiu’s eyes slowly shift in the direction of the voice, a spark of irritation flaring up there despite his current situation. The hand that’d been in his hair pushing his face into the dirt leaves it for a moment, giving Xingqiu the chance to shakily raise his head bit but in the next minute, a sharp sting cracks across his face like a whip, his head wrenching to the side as his vision blurs for a moment when he's slapped hard enough to leave his ears ringing and the entire right side of his face briefly numb.
“Dumb fucking kid,” he hears the man above him huff as he tangled his fingers in Xingqiu’s hair once more and all but slams his face into the ground.
The pain that blossoms to life alongside the violent dizziness and nausea are enough to make Xingqiu feel as if his brain is turning to mush, rattling around violently in his skull. A weak slurred groan leaves his mouth, spilling out between the blood welling up from the cuts on his lip and the cuts he no doubt had on the inside of his mouth from his teeth scraping his cheek.
He hears the treasure hoarder leader still gripping him speak, although it’s muffled sounding as if it's coming to him from underwater. “You come over here! If you take that disrespect from him then you can join him on the ground too,” the man snapped.
Dazed Xingqiu can only give a soft garbled whimper as his vision struggles to focus, but he does register another set of hands being placed on him. Then pain, a horrible deep ache that seems as if his stomach is trying to claw its way through his back as the Treasure hoarder that’d been relentlessly pounding into without a care in the world pulls out agonizingly slowly.
Choked gasping whimpers are all that manage to leave Xingqiu’s mouth the pain is so great it takes his breath away, his lungs all but seizing up leaving him nearly unable to drag in any air let alone give whatever pitiful scream he can manage.
He doesn’t remember blacking out, fainting, it could’ve been a few seconds or a few minutes but the very next thing he registers is a deep, horrible ache like a shock to his system as if someone was grabbing his stomach, his intestines in a vice grip and squeezing them like they were trying to pop a balloon. That does make Xingqiu squirm, blindly and feebly struggling as a choked yelp leaves his mouth sounding as if someone had just kicked a dog.
“Y-Yun, help…please…” Xingqiu whimpered his voice weak and garbled by the blood in his mouth. A sharp, viscous sting cracks across his face, another slap no doubt, and he feels a hand close tightly around his throat a second later, stealing what little air he’d managed to drag in moments before.
Xingqiu struggles or rather tries to, his fingers weakly and shakily coming up to claw at the hand, but there’s little to no strength in his fighting not because he can’t find the strength but because he doesn’t have it in him anymore, to begin with.
His already blurry and wavering vision begins to darken around the edges slightly as a horrible, horrible fear grips him, an almost visceral panic that he was going to die here. Killed by some fucking, dumb animal of a treasure hoarder and he can’t do anything about it.
Then the hands leave his throat and Xingqiu begins hacking and coughing, the air feeling as if it's scraping his abused throat raw as he frantically drags it in. The large sweaty hands that’d been on his throat move to his face and he realizes that they feel different from the ones that’d been tangled in his hair and gripping his thighs earlier.
Xingqiu’s gasping is cut off once more, becoming choked as one of the treasure hoarder’s forces his cock into Xingqiu’s mouth, a low moan of pleasure leaving the man’s mouth as the boy’s throat spasms around his cock, the whining whimpers that were an annoyance now being put to use for pleasure as the Treasure hoarder begins fucking his face. His finger tangled tightly in Xingqiu’s hair to hold him in place as if trying to yank it out by the root.
“Bite me and I’ll cut your tongue out,” the treasure haarder growls at him and Xingqiu can only whimper back in response just able to register it as the man he’d glared at earlier.
The Treasure hoarder leader grabs Xingqiu’s ass adjusting his grip on the boy as he uses his thumbs to part those plump once snow-white cheeks now marred with purple and red from the mixture of blood and bruises. He ignores the red, puffy strip of flesh dangling out of the swollen abused hole as he turns to one of his subordinates.
“Bring me that Kamera really quick,” he ordered.
That one phrase seems to pierce through the fog in Xingqiu’s mind with startling clarity, but with the treasure hoarder’s cock still filling his mouth, pressing down his tongue and all but stealing his ability to breathe he can’t even choke out his whimpered pleas.
He hears that click, that normally soft inconsequential click that the Kamera makes, so crisp and painfully loud in his ears echoing almost. And he manages to turn his head slightly to shakily look at the leader of the treasure hoarders.
The man meets his gaze a twisted expression of glee crawling across his face as he chuckled, shaking the photograph in his hand at a slow almost leisurely pace as he waits for the image to appear. Once it does appear, he laughs as he holds it up for Xingqiu to see.
Xingqiu can’t even turn his head away, it's his most vulnerable moment captured in one horrifying instance for the world to see and he can’t do anything, say anything.
“So, as the second son of Liyue’s Feiyuun Commerce guild, what do you think would happen if this were to somehow get around the entirety of Liyue Harbor. In your professional opinion,” the treasure hoarder’s leader asked as he grinned, nothing but malice and poison layering his words.