Pain
Ok, before any one says it, I did Not copy this! I have PERMISION to publish this. Narutodippy (The originally auther of the story) Personally Asked me to put this on my acount. Why you ask? Because? I am a rape god, and as such, it's more than likely that people will read this here than on her acount. Got it?
Diclaimer: I, nor Narutodippy own teen titans.
Warning: Contains Rape (Big suprise, I know) And Mental degeneration. You have been warned.
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It had been the second time I betrayed them. I was obsessed and I knew it, but why? Why did this man have such control over me? Why did I want to capture him and hide him away?
Maybe it was because he had such control, how he could manipulate me, harm me in ways no one else could. Not Star fire, not Beast boy, not Raven or Cyborg. No, just him.
The others were my friends. But him, that masked man held a tight hold on me. He was strangling me with his power. Now, here I am, again at his feet. But this time it's different.
He has me struggling for air, and I'm afraid of what he could do. He changed me. I will never be who I was.
He always had me in his hold
"Robin Robin Robin." He spoke. His voice was like wet silk. Smooth, but at the same time uncomfortable against the skin. "You will never learn will you?" He asked, his black and gray mask glinting in the dim lighting of the ware house. Something was off. Robin knew it. He could feel it. "You will always be a toy to me Robin. And now, I will prove to you that you will never escape me."
Robin, leader of the Teen Titans, stood before his worst enemy. Slade. The very name made the teens blood boil. He wanted to prove he could beat him. The raven haired teen slid into a fighting stance, ready to attack. "I don't belong to you Slade!" Robin cried out, letting out a battle cry as he charged. Slade side stepped his punch before grabbing Robins wrist. He held tightly onto it, threatening to snap it. He threw a punch of his own, his metal gloved hand connecting without regret into Robins face. A trail of blood followed after Robin as he stumbled backwards. He wiped the blood from his bleeding lip, glaring from behind his mask.
"Raaaah!" Robin hollered, not missing a step as he shot at Slade. The man was not perturbed by the smaller teens strikes. He dodged easily, infuriating Robin. "Is this all you have Robin?" Slade taunted, back handing the teen away. "Hit Me!" Slade ordered, edging Robin on. Rabin shot at Slade blindly, like he always did. Robin was not a bad leader, on the contrary, he was excellent. He could make strategies at the drop of a hat. But when it came to Slade, his strategies, his common sense flew from his mind. His only goal was to defeat the man, meaning his mind could not hold room for thinking strait.
Robin landed a kick, though it did little good. Slade slid only a few inches as he road the kick out. He grabbed Robins leg before smashing the teen into the cement floor. There was a crack, sending Robin into instant agony. He cried out as blood poured from his skull. Slade let go of Robins leg, knowing he was not going to get up so easily now. The masked leader winced, his eyes closed tightly as he held the back of his head, trying to stop the blood from seeping out. Slade made his approach, slowly stalking towards Robin.
He always won. He always beat me. And yet, I come back for more. I always want to see him. Even if it is out of hate.
Slade took grip of Robin by the front of his vibrant red colored costume, lifting him off the ground. "Sad isn't it Robin. All your training, All your weapons. Mean nothing." Slade said simple. "You can't fight it can you Robin? Knowing that I will always win, not mater what you do." Slade chuckled. Robin managed a glare. Slade dropped him to the floor in a heap. Robin inwardly sighed. He knew how Slade acted. No matter how many times Slade would pummel him, he would be left alive to fight another day. Slade was using him as entertainment.
His semi relaxed feeling ebbed away when he saw that Slade hadn't left, oh on the contrary, he was hovering over him, watching him. Slade kneeled down next to Robin, placing his hand on the side of the teens face, taking grip of the edge of Robins mask. The teens eyes widened. He shot his hands to the mask, holding it on. He could not let him know who he was. It would put every one he knew as 'Richard' in danger.
Slade gave the mask a yank, managing to peal it off. Robin instantly covered his face, not allowing him to see. It was the first time he had had his mask off in front of an enemy. He had never even shown his team his face before. It couldn't have been worst timing when he heard his communicator. "Robin! Dude ware are you!" Beastboys voice sounded from the communicator. Slade smirked, taking it from Robins belt. He opened it, the words already on the tip of his tongue. "Come and find him." He spoke.
"Slade!" A scream came from the communicator from Beast boy. "If you dare hurt Robin I-" Star fire was cut off mid rant as Slade closed the device. Robin cursed bitterly to himself. They were going to get involved. "Now, I think we should get started, right Robin?" Slade asked darkly. Robin did not like the sound of Slade's voice. He couldn't place it, but it sent chills down his spine.
Slade took out a knife. Robin felt his breath hitch in his throat. Was this really it? Was it the time Slade finally ended their battles, leaving him dead? Slade gripped the edge of Robins costume at the collar. Robin closed his eyes, already feeling his neck being slit. But that wasn't what happened. Though, now that he realized it, he would prefer dying. Slade was cutting away his clothes.
And yet, when you touch me, when you feel me, I'm not afraid. When you hurt me, I don't cry, I feel alive.
Now, despite his blood lose, Robin was thinking very clearly. He went through his mind, slowly picking apart everything that had happened in the last few minutes. His mind came to a screeching halt when realization dawned on him. Robin removed his hands from his face to hide his identity. He could care less right now. He grabbed Slade's hand, holding it as still as possible. The blade Slade held had sliced the costume in two down to his navel wile he had been musing.
"Blue?" Slade asked, noticing Robins true eye color. "Stop." Robin hissed, trying his best to be threatening. Slade chuckled at the teens reaction. He could see that Robin was afraid. He back handed Robin with his free hand, knocking the mask less teen for a loop. Slade grabbed both of Robins hands, tying them to a near by pole above Robins head. When Robin came back from his temporary dizziness, it was too late. He was already bound. "Let me go!" Robin cried out.
Now that I have the chance to say the truth, why does my tongue tie itself in knots?
Slade didn't make a snide comment this time. Instead he flat out ignored him as he cut the rest of the costume off Robins body. Robin was trying his best to think strait, but fear was blocking any rational thought. He wanted to scream and thrash, he wanted to beg, but what little dignity he had left stopped him. His only wish was that his team would find him. Yet at the same time, he prayed they wouldn't. He would never want them to see him like this. So defeated and at this mans mercy. It was humiliating and he could never live it down.
Robin flinched when he felt Slade start cutting away his boxers. Robins resolve was shattering. He wasn't even hiding it any more that he was afraid. But he bit back his pleas. He would not give Slade that satisfaction. Slade smirked when he finally had the fabric away from Robin's form. The teen instinctively closed his legs as best he could, fearing what he knew was coming. Slade forced Robin's legs apart.
"Let go of me." Robin growled, trying to seem strong. "What would the fun be in that Robin?" Slade asked with a calm taunting voice, like he always did. Slade fidgeted with his pants before releasing his erection. Any calmness Robin had forced himself to feel, any resolve he had made vanished. The thought finally hit him. 'I'm going to be raped.'
Why am I afraid to admit I might like it? Why am I afraid that I might want more?
"Let me go!" Robin screamed, starting to thrash. It was too late for any real attempt to get away. Slade grabbed Robins hips tightly. His hands would leave bruises. He pressed against Robin's entrance. "No!" Robin hollered, his eyes filled with fear and hatred all at once. Slade guided himself so the tip was in the right spot. He thrusted forward.
Robin screamed. He screamed like he had never screamed before. He felt Slade inside him, violating him. He could feel blood on his inner thighs. Slade didn't give even the slightest pause for Robin to at least adjust. He started thrusting like a dog in heat. Robin clenched his eyes shut, bitting back screams as the man moved deep inside of him. "H-How does it feel Robin?" Slade panted in the teens ear. "Do you like knowing that I can do this to you?" Slade taunted. Robin turned his head away from Slade. The man above Robin scowled slightly, pulling almost completely out before slamming in. "AH!" Robin screamed, throwing his head back in agony. "S-Stop." Robin begged, finally braking. Slade went faster, loving the feeling of violating the teen.
Feeling you close hurts in ways I didn't think someone could feel, but not feeling you at all will hurt worse
Robin did not hide in any longer. Tears slipped from his crystal blue eyes as he crumbled under the man. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity to Robin. Slade moving in and out of him, gripping at his hips and taunting him. All of it was too much for him to take. But with all things, it did come to an end. Slade forced himself inside as deep as he could go and came, filling Robin with his seed. Robin winced, hissing in pain at the feeling.
So as I cry, I'm smiling on the inside, knowing we were close. Now I know we had something, though it's slowly killing me.
Slade pulled out from Robins abused hole, blood and come alike falling on the cold cement floor. "I hope to do this again." Slade said, his way of saying goodbye after he always hurt Robin. After he always won. After he would take something more from Robin.
I don't know why I always came to you. Why I always followed your orders.
Maybe it was because I wanted your trust.
Maybe I wanted a friend.
Maybe, I just couldn't admit that you meant something to me.
Now, as I lay bleeding from you betrayal, I feel my heart flutter. I feel anything I might have had with you burn me. And for some reason...
I wouldn't want it any other way.
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I love Narutodippy's writing style. The darkness is strong in her. Reviews are welcome, flamers can go screw themselves. And if you want a story, please, feel free to ask. The list may be long, but i'm working on it!
A little side note I'd like to say. Has any one ever actually read the guidlines? I just did and wow, this sight has alot of rule breakers includes me! Apearently you're not supposed to have title's or summaries that are not rated G. Well, oops. Oh well, it's not like they check each individual story that is published. I mean honestly, that would take too much man power.