Hi! I'm AreYouHaight and LovesReading, somehow here and bringing a new story to life! ;)
This is actually my New Year's gift for you so I hope you like it!
WARNINGS: rape/non-con, blood and violence
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dan nor Phil! This story is a work of fiction!
My shoes gave an oddly loud sound in the darkness as my feet were moving forward. It was quite late now and whole London turned into its normal night mode; the neony signs were lightning up the bars' windows, drunk people were coming back from parties, helping each other to stay upright. A muffled music could be heard from the insides of the many clubs.
London on a typical night, I thought.
Streetlamps were a faint source of light in the dark and now also empty streets of the city. I looked around myself, noticing how much my surrounding has changed. There weren't any passer-bies here and the streets looked less clean, they were littered with papers and rubbish from overturned bins. I didn't see any people going that direction and it made me feel a bit uncomfortable. But I kept walking, having in my mind that if I turned around now, it would take me even longer to get home.
I didn't know when I started feeling weird, like someone was following me. But when I looked over my shoulder, there was no one behind me. I pulled out my phone, checking if I had any new messages. And there was one. It was from Phil,
From: Phil
Where r u? It's getting late.
He was worried about me, I realized after I read his words. I quickly typed him a short answer while still walking. I did not want to stop in the middle of this dark street, it would only make me more scared.
From: Dan
I am- I looked around, searching for any sign with a name of the street I was already walking. I am almost there, I think. Give me ten minutes and if I don't show up in front of our apartment, you can call the police xd
I sent it and after not even a few seconds, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket so I took it out again.
From: Phil
Just watch out. I'll be waiting xx
I smiled to the screen and hid my phone into my pocket. I kept walking for a few minutes but nothing seemed familiar. I've never seen this place. I started typing to Phil again but almost dropped my phone, breaking it on the concrete when I heard something falling down behind me. I immediately turned around, my pulse quickening.
A lid from one of the skips was spinning around on the pavement and making a loud tone. It ended after a second when the metal stopped circling. I mirrored the street with my eyes but I didn't catch anything out of the ordinar, I didn't see anyone lurking in the darkness.
That's because there is no one there, I told myself, just for the sake of calming myself down a bit. I started my pace again though this time, it was much quicker but I tried not to run. I've read somewhere that if someone was after you, you should act like you didn't know they were as long as you could.
God, why am I thinking like that? There is no reason to do so, I thought.
I almost sighed from relief when I recognised a familliar name of the street that was very close to the one we were living at. In the same time, I felt someone's eyes piercing into the back of my head and I tried to not start running.
There's no one there, Dan. So calm down, I tried to assure myself but this time, there was no use in it.
I could practically feel someone's else's presence, I heard their footsteps behind me, like they no longer bothered to stay unheard. Now I couldn't wait for any better reason and I started running almost right away.
My lungs felt like they were made from iron and my breathing became harder with every next step I took. I was not a great runner and I hated exercising. I regretted it now as my throat felt dry and my heart was beating way too fast. I knew I wouldn't last long till I would fall, face down.
I need to think of something, I thought as my ears were full of wind but I could still hear thumping though it was faint, like they were far away.
I glanced behind my back only for a second. There was someone in black, a hood was pulled over his face and I noticed I've gained some distance between us.
Huh, I'm not so bad at running then, I grinned to myself at the thought. I then felt my foot tripping over some sticking out chunk of pavement just as I turned around.
It all happened quickly.
I knew that I toppled over few times before the world finally stopped spinning as my head hit something very hard and I saw stars. I heard someone laughing, still catching up to me. I tried to stand up but I only proceeded to push myself up in a sitting position. I clutched at my head and when I pulled it away, I saw a smear of blood on my fingers. There was still a small fog in my mind and I felt like nothing what actually was happening was real and I shook my head to sort out my mind just a bit.
When haziness passed, I was suddenly aware of someone else's body looming over mine and I flinched.
"Oh, don't be scared" whoever it was mocked and I shuddered. His voice was far too deep to be woman's, "We're just gonna have some fun together" The person kneeled beside me and I crawled away from him in a clear fear at his words.
What...? What did he say?, I asked myself. As he started to pull his hood off his face, I used all my power to stand up, my legs shaking, more from emotions than the effort.
"Don't even think you're going to run away. We've seen it doesn't work out" he said as I took a quick glance behind me. There was nothing else but a bricked wall there. I was in a fucking alley, trapped.
The man suddenly took step toward me and I backed away instantly as he approached. I didn't have much space and my back soon met a cold wall. My eyes widened and my breathing came in a quick heaves. I felt my legs shaking when the no longer hooded man got closer to me. As the moon lighted up the place he was standing in, I could see that there was a long scar on one side of his face like someone treated him with a sharp knife. It went from his lips, through cheek and ended almost near his left eye. I trembled and the man's mouth formed a large smile, like he was proud that he has made so big impression on me.
I was terrified and when I asked, my throat was squeezed,
"What do you want from me?" I questioned, my voice high-pitched as he got closer to me. "I've got money, you can take it" I squeaked as his face quickly got closer and was nearly beside mine now. I turned my face away from his when he nearly touched my neck and took in a deep breath.
"You" he murmured and my heart sank. My legs almost gave way beneath me and I held onto the wall for support. I swallowed hard, feeling how much dry my throat was.
"N- no" I objected, nearly tripping over my words.
"I didn't allow you to speak!" he bursted out and I shrank. My mind suddenly started working and it told me to do only one thing: Scream, scream, someone will surely hear you! Scream, do something!
For a while I was frozen on my place and he stepped forward. I looked around frantically, looking for some kind of a weapon. But I couldn't see any. As he got closer, I tried to kick him in the balls but his hand stopped my leg without any effort and I felt his hand on my thigh, going further. I immediately felt sick.
I saw there was only one thing left for me to do so I took in as big breath as I only could and opened my mouth widely, my scared voice screaming loudly,
"Help! Someone help me, plea-!" he cut me off with a hit to the stomach and I lost all of the air from my lungs for a while.
His face was curved into a dissapointed expression and he shook his head as I desperately tried to catch some breath.
"I thought I told you the rule number one: no screaming" he glanced down at me while I was still bent down and added, "Guess I must forget about it" as he said it, he sent another punch to my stomach and I coughed, clutching it as it hurt.
He punched me again and I let out a quiet groan. He whispered into my ear,
"Now we're gonna have some good time together" he said as he roughly grasped my arms and pulled something out of his right pocket. I started squirimg and he only tightened his grip on me. "This is only so I won't need to punish you anymore"
When my eyes registered a cloth, my eyes watered up and I started screaming though he told me not to. Fuck it, fuck him!, I thought.
I kicked blindly, hoping I'll meet his leg or something else but I missed it. He hit me again and just as I took in a quick breaths, he worked out to form the material into a ball and pull it into my mouth. I kicked again, and tried to hit him but when I did, he gave me another hard punch and I almost choked out the material.
"So brave we are, huh?" he said. I saw him holding a duct tape and before I could do anything, he shut my mouth with it. A few tears rolled down my cheek when he grabbed me by my arms, forcing me to sit down. I tried to scream, yell for someone to help me but all my mouth was able to emit was a muffled sound, not reminding words even a bit. "Perfect" he commented his job and I felt my eyes watering up at my hopelesness in the situation.
I could try to fight him and I did again, struggling to keep him far away from me. He only grinned at my panicked attempts but backed away when my foot nearly reached his stomach. My mouth was still covered with the strip but there was no time to release myself out of it. Of course, it would help me more; having the chance to scream for help but at the moment, the more important thing was to run away. If I didn't do this, I'd be screwed. Literally.
As I stood up shakily, he lunged at me, pinning me down to the floor and I made out a panicked muffled scream. Suddenly, he was on top of me, both of my hands blocked by one of his above my head. I tried to kick but his weight was not letting me to. I started crying when he touched my face with his second hand in almost caressing motion. He wiped tears from my face and I tried to turn away but I couldn't.
"Please, don't. Please, let me go" I begged, my voice muffled by the tape but he managed to understand me despite it.
"You'll see, you'll like it" he told and all of a sudden, all the hope I had was gone. He quickly turned me over on my stomach and I felt the cold concrete sharply jabbing me into my cheek. Suddenly the whole situation hit me and I started wriggling underneath him, trying to get him off of me, screaming through the material.
As soon as he noticed what I was actually doing, he only rammed his knee into my back, ending all of my struggles.
I couldn't move now, I discovered, and I let out a defeated cry. I heard him laughing above me and when I felt his hands pulling my jeans down, I suddenly didn't feel anything. It was almost like I was not there, like this was only some kind of a horrendous film. I felt his fingers touching my bare thigh but it was a very faint sensation. It didn't reach my brain. I couldn't understand that this was happening to me and I felt pity to someone who went through hell like that.
But just as there were words spoken, I couldn't deny the reality. I could no longer try not to notice the weight of the body pinning me down, the face which I was sure would haunt me in my dreams forever, which was now getting closer to mine. His words... they were too much for me to handle,
"See, it's easier when you don't fight" he spoke, like a kind of approval and I felt sick when his tongue lazily hovered round my cheek. I squeaked in horror but he got it as a sound of pleasure as he murmured something. I couldn't move at all and the thought was terrifying. I could only cry and as there was nothing else I could do at this point, I let the tears run down my face. They flew and created a damp wet spot on the pavement near where my head was lying.
I squeezed my eyes shut when he started. I didn't want to see it nor hear what was about to happen.
Hi, I'll try to update soon but I can't promise you anything at the moment.
Hope you liked the gift and see you... somewhen? ;)
Bye and celebrate the New Year in the best of all ways!
