The Truths We Burn (THE HOLLOW BOYS, #2) by Monty Jay EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Monty Jay
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rook – the past
Masochism.
Pleasure in being abused or dominated. A taste for suffering.
I always liked that definition—a taste for suffering. It’s almost poetic,
and I didn’t know the Merriam-Webster dictionary could be anything but
conventional.
While being dominated isn’t something I necessarily enjoy in the
bedroom or in life, I can always get down with a little scratch-and-bite
action. For me, at least, it’s less about domination and more about the
hurting.
Some call it sadomasochism. That’s what I like.
You see, I really love pain.
God, it’s like the cure-all. The magic bullet. The ultimate escape.
The way bruises hover on my body and ache for days
after. Sometimes I like to press them when they are still purple, just so I can
remember where they came from, ya know?
I love the way pain explodes inside my skin, reminding me of all the
things I deserve punishment for. The constant reminder that even on Earth,
we must all pay for our sins.
Hell would be a walk in the park.
I practically ruled it.
“It’s all your fault, Rook.” His voice stings like coals against the soles
of my feet. “The Lord examines the righteous, but the wicked, those who
love violence, he hates with a passion!”
“Then shouldn’t he hate you as much as he hates me?” I spit back.
A son is supposed to be his father’s proudest achievement. I am his
reckoning.
The straightlaced, self-righteous lawyer had disappeared the fucking
second he passed the threshold of this house. The tie had loosened, his hair
disheveled from pacing, and I can smell his whiskey-coated breath as I walk
away from the kitchen, headed to the front door.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me, you bastard!”
Sometimes it’s not even the physical pain I need. I enjoy verbal abuse;
it bites into me just as deep, just as brutal, making my toes curl, my body
light up with chill bumps. It’s the only time I feel normal.
And nothing has been normal since I was seven.
Before I was excommunicated from my own father.
My scalp burns as he curls his fingers into the back of my scalp,
gripping my thick hair and jerking me back into his space. Damn, man, I
should cut this mop.
The earlier Bible verse rubs my skin raw, blistering my bones.
Violence done without the name of God is something hideous, but as long as
you’re quoting scripture before beating your son, it’s alright.
It’s holy, the work of prophets.
If we were going by Dante’s rules, I’d fall just above my father,
spending eternity in the river of boiling blood in the seventh circle of Hell,
while he walks for eons in the pits of hell, dancing in the sixth ditch of
Malebolge.
Was any of it true?
Did sins rank worse in the underworld? Different punishments given
based on your crimes against humanity?
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