Sweet Toxicity

“But…” I can’t even argue anymore. He lets go with one hand, still holding me by the collar with the other, and lifts his fist. “My boy, no one touches him. Understood?” He growls. His fist hits my face. At the same time he lets go of me, beating me away like some ball in a game. The hit is so strong it slams me against the advertisement column I leaned against earlier. Satisfied with his deed he turns and walks back into the bar. No one comes to help me. They either don’t care or don’t want to interfere with these two. I slide down, my back hurts, my face hurts. Blinking I have to observe how the big one bows down, almost lovingly puts his hand to the slim boy's face and kisses him. A moment later the kiss is intense making out, followed by them disappearing somewhere deeper into the bar. I can guess what they do.