"You are a great disappointment to me."
Five had his hands on the pneumatic tubes, he had to get away and he had to do it now.
"I saved you from a lifetime of being alone. You owe me!" The Handler screamed at him.
Five grinned, "You're right, I do owe a debt." He flashed behind her. "Just not to you." He went to retrieve the grenade out of his pocket, but it wasn't there.
"Looking for this?" She pulled it out from behind her. "You think you are smarter than me?"
Five tried to jump. Nothing happened though. His eyes widened, "Shit" He mumbled under his breath. He retreated and went to exit the door but was greeted by two very large men, who hit him over the head. It didn't knock Five out but Five stumbled back. One of them grabbed one arm, and the other grabbed his other arm. Five squirmed within their grasp, trying to get loose. Trying to escape from their clutches.
"Take him back to my office." She ordered. "And get someone to clear this shit up."
Five woke up in her office, strapped down onto her desk, on his back with his knees up and spread apart. He was naked from the waist down. Five began to tremble underneath the leather straps. He struggled against his bounds but he couldn't pry himself loose. He grunted in frustration. Then he heard a cruel cackle come from the shadowed corner of the room. He could smell the smoke of her cigarette. The Handler emerged from the darkness and stood above his head, stroking his skin with her bony fingers.
Her sharp nails dug into his skin as she fondled with his hair. She took a roll of duct tape out of her dress' pocket and took a strip of it. She fastened it over Five's mouth, silencing him. You could barely hear his groans. He laid his head back against the desk, throwing daggers at her ugly scowl as she circled him. Five tried to reach his hand to move the straps but it didn't work.
He tried to jump. That didn't work either. The Handler noticed this.
"Ah, these straps were manufactured to hold you down. They completely suppress your powers. Genius really... Now, you have been bad Five. Bad boys get punished don't they?"
She giggled under her breath, Five groaned against the bindings.
"There's no point in struggling Five."
She crouched by his legs looking at him with a hungry expression. "I've wanted you since the day I saw you... This young body just makes me, ooh. Five, you're so young yet so old... a man out of time... beautiful." She stroked the inside of his leg. Five tried to curl his leg back but he found himself frozen... he couldn't move a muscle. She moved her finger up his leg, caressing it, then... she entered him.
Five gagged, he shrieked under the tape. He shuddered violently as she was inside him. His eyes widened, and he could barely breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut, it was impossible to watch her but he didn't need to. He could feel her rummage around. He screamed, tears leaking out of his eyes. He clenched his fists. He wanted to go home. He didn't want to be here any longer. This stupid child body made him so weak. If he was in his adult body this wouldn't be happening and if it was going to he would be able to have the strength to fight back against her.
So, he struggled, against a foe that he had no chance to fight back. For once in his life, Five had never felt so powerless. He couldn't get out of this, he would have to endure it.
The pain was too much, he felt her penetrating him and he sobbed at each thrust. He could hear moan in an almost maniacal, animalistic way. She was violent, cruel and disgusting. He could feel her kiss his face, bite his ear. He simply sobbed and did not open his eyes.
He heard her sigh, he still didn't open his eyes. He was scared.
He could hear her drop off the desk, "Now, I hope you learnt your lesson Five. I really enjoyed it though." She bent down and kissed him again.
He heard the straps unfasten and flop against the desk. His eyes were still clenched close but he had let his fists flatten. He was breathing heavily and when he heard her leave the office he finally opened his eyes. Five looked down and began sobbing again. Blood. There was blood between his legs. He slammed his head back on the wood. He swiped the tape off of his mouth and screamed. How could he have let this happen?
He sniffled, and tears carried on falling. Five reached for his pocket in his blazer, and took out the piece of paper that had been in there.
Protect Harold Jenkins.
He rose his head and roughly rubbed his eyes with a sigh. He had a lead he would just have to find a way to get back and put this whole ordeal in the back of his head.
Only Five had no idea that this whole ordeal would come back to him, to haunt to him. He had no idea...
He heard the door click close.
He fell off he desk, feeling weak but still trying to move. He began to crawl across the floor, leaving behind a bloody trail. He saw his shorts and pants next to the table leg. He picked them up and slowly, painfully began to put them on, groaning as he did so. He huffed out and moaned when he pulled the shorts up. He rose to his feet, using the desk as a support.
He could see his blood over the desk, he quickly shoved a hand in front of his mouth. He swallowed down the bile and began to tremble. Five shook his head and backed away from the scene.
He then began to weakly smirk as he saw that the Handler had left her briefcase in the room with him... what an idiot. He ambled over to it. Picking it up, Five rolled the numbers so it turned to the date that he needed. He wanted, no, needed to get back home to the academy. He had to stop this infernal apocalypse... even if it was the last thing he ever did. Five stood with the case in hand, pressing the trigger he was swallowed up by the blue hue and with a flash he was gone and the last thing he could hear before completely vanishing was a tortured shriek of his name by the bitch who hurt him.
Opening his eyes, Five saw that he was sitting in the bathroom back at the academy. He looked around and saw that he was alone, he took a deep breath and sat down on the toilet seat, placing the briefcase to the side. His eyes went hollow but visions of the day flew into his mind. He shook his head violently and dropped his gaze. He squeezed his eyes shut and he felt tears trickle down his face. He could taste metal and salt in his mouth. He could feel something touch him. He felt something too close- Bile rose in his mouth and he turned and threw up into the toilet bowl. He felt the vomit rise and spew out of him.
He was grateful that he was alone.
He didn't particularly enjoy being alone but alone was what he was used to. For decades he didn't know anything else apart from his own company. He had Delores of course but it wasn't the same but she wouldn't tell him to 'be a man' or 'grow up' and for that he loved her all the more. She was so supportive, even if he drank too much for her liking.
He continued to throw up, keeping his eyes closed the entire time. He heaved and heaved until there was nothing else to heave. He coughed, the taste in his mouth was truly awful. He brought a hand to his mouth. He wiped the mess from his face and flushed the toilet, watching his sick whirl around. Disgusting. He approached the sink and washed his hands and face... but he still felt completely dirty. He grew quieter. His throat was sore. He took his clothes off, trying not to look at the blood that was on his clothes and on his skin.
A product of her cruelty? Was this how he was supposed to remember her? He sighed, he should've known not to be vulnerable around her she was too clever, and he thought he was just as clever, if not more.
He looked to the bath. Maybe the water would calm him? He hadn't had a proper wash in a while. He nodded to himself, confirming his decision. He turned the taps and let the water run. Even by hearing the water run he began to feel calmer. He waited until the bath was halfway full before climbing in, a foot at a time. Five sighed at the warmth. He sat in the water, staring in front of him, into nowhere. He rubbed his skin on his legs, washing the blood off. He sat there for a moment, embracing the silence that was rare to find in his chaotic world.
He silently cried to himself as he sat in the water. The bottom half of him was hurting, he tried to shake it off but nothing helped. He shook his head and climbed out of the tub, trying to ignore the red water. He drained it, but didn't look. The more he looked, the more it hurt. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself, he then disposed of his clothes, hiding the evidence. He grabbed the case and with a flash, he jumped to his room. He couldn't have anyone see him like this.