warning: fairly graphic story for torture and rape. Especially this bit right here...thanks to PA Davis and Merisha as beta's, and then Sushi Chi as my comment!beta.
Prologue
He pursued her into the old warehouse, dodging around stacks of dry concrete –'just add water'- listening to her breathing as she tried to hide herself from him. He would find her, and he laughed. Calling out to her, he heard the terrified hitch in her breath as he came upon her, huddled down beside a stack of the paper bags. Jerking her up by the hair, her fear turned him on like nothing else.
Each pathetic terrified breath surged through him just as he knew he would surge through her until she couldn't scream anymore.
Couldn't beg anymore.
Couldn't fight anymore.
Then she would be boring, and he would be done, sated. He pulled her up onto a stack of cement bags so she'd be high enough. She screamed and begged him: please don't. Please don't. Didn't realize the thrill it gave him to be in charge of her, on top of her. Forcing himself in her, just the idea of it was almost enough. She locked her legs together, screaming at him, clawing at him. He backhanded her savagely across the face, stunning her.
She could no longer keep herself away from him. Couldn't stop him. She deserved what he was going to do, hell maybe she even wanted it a little. Didn't know what she was missing, always making eyes at that other man. He'd teach her about real men. He fumbled his belt loose, making sure she was still stunned. Still his for the taking.
He'd seen her flirting with the other man in his group, Echo-2-1, seen how powerful that man was, and how this woman would have given herself to that other man. That goddamn man who took everything, outranked him in less time that he'd thought possible. Becoming a corporal in record time. Damn that man, well fine, he would take this woman. She would be easy to control, easy to have. She was weaker.
When she started to scream again as he forced her legs apart, he laughed, loving the power. There was nothing as powerful an aphrodisiac to him as her sobbing. Her throat started to give out and she could scream no more. He couldn't stop laughing at how easy it was. How easy it was to take her and dominate her, and how good it felt to be able to.
The control ran through him, and he barely noticed she wasn't struggling anymore. She had given herself over to his control. His pleasure. His needs. His lust.
He ran it all through her, into her. He reveled in himself, she was just there to come along for the ride.
"Hey! What's going on in here? You shouldn't be in here you idiot!" he was torn from his thoughts and his pleasure as he realized what would happen if, no, when he was caught.
"Oh my god, ma'am? Ma'am are you alright?!"
Goddamn Corporal John Fucking Winchester.