Army, Chavs, Leather, Guns, Muscle and Skinhead

He demanded that I play games with him, but I refused.

I heard the click of a gun. He pointed it at me and warned me not to move. Then he stood up and walked toward me.

Without warning, he punched me hard in the face, breaking my nose.

“What have you done?” I cried.

He answered with another punch, this time to my mouth, knocking out one of my teeth.

“You don’t say no to me,” he growled.

He forced me against a table at gunpoint. I struggled as he assaulted me while keeping one arm around my neck, making it difficult to breathe. I tried to fight back, but I couldn’t break free. He fucked my ass bareback.

When he was finished, he turned me around and kept the gun aimed at my head. He lifted both my legs on his shoulder so he fuck my ass as I could barely stay conscious.

He took a step back, aimed the weapon at my forehead, and pulled the trigger.

I met the lad outside his house and showed him my phone. On the screen was a video of his sister being brutally attacked by a gang. He stared at the footage in disbelief before looking up at me, his eyes filled with anger.

“Why didn’t you protect her?” he demanded. “Why were you filming it?”

“I wasn’t,” I replied quickly. “I found the video.”

“You found it?” he snapped. “The gang sent it to me.”

His expression hardened. He told me his sister was in the hospital, placed in an induced coma, and the doctors weren’t sure if she would ever wake up.

Before I could say anything else, he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. His grip tightened around my neck, making it difficult to breathe, while he pressed a gun against my head.

“You should have done more,” he said through clenched teeth. “What you did wasn’t enough.”

He finally released my throat, but only to drive his fist into my face. I crashed to the ground, and he began kicking me before repeatedly punching me. I shouted for him to stop, but he ignored my pleas. Blood streamed from my nose, split lip, and bruised cheek as every blow landed harder than the last.

“You deserve this,” he said. “I’ll find someone else to protect my family, because you never did what was right.”

He stood over me, raised the gun, and fired twice.

I met up with a lad to try and persuade him to give me a few more days to find the money I owed him, but he wasn’t having it. He looked furious and made it clear there would be no more time.

Before I could say another word, his mate stepped in behind me. An arm wrapped tightly around my neck, cutting off my air as he choked me from behind. I struggled to breathe while the other lad pressed the barrel of a gun hard against my stomach. He stared me in the eyes and coldly said, “Your loss.”

A deafening bang echoed through the air as he pulled the trigger. The bullet tore into my stomach. Agonizing pain ripped through me, and I gagged as blood spilled from my mouth.

Then I felt another sharp burst of pain. The man behind me drove a knife into my back once… then a second time. My legs gave way beneath me, and I collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath as the world around me began to spin.

Barely conscious, I looked up to see the lad standing over me. Without a word, he raised the gun and aimed it at my chest. Another shot rang out.