StuDoc - Warning this chapter cotains abuse and rape! Have a pairing you want me to do just let me know! 3
He was crying again. He was such an emotional boy, easily frightened by nearly everything due to past trauma. He wished he wasn't so weak. He prayed that one day he'd be more like his leader, he was such a hardass and nothing phased him in the slightest; or at least the boy was sure nothing did. The cause for his racked emotional state was the horrible storm that had blown in. The howling wind and loud cracks of thunder had his anxiety through the roof, and all he could do was sit curled up in a ball, rock back and forth, and cry with his hands over his ears. He didn't want to leave his room, too afraid that he'd be swept away by the raging wind, but he wished desperately that one of his other band mates would come to comfort him. He scolded himself for being a wimp. He was 28 for godsake! The self scolding did little to help, if anything it made him feel worse. Voices starting to whisper horrid and mean things to him.
"Shut up!" He cried as he shook his head furiously, hoping to shake the voices out of his ears.
"What're you yelling about now you dammed sod?"
The boy, huddled in the corner of his bed, froze... The voice of his band leader cut through him like a knife and filled him with more dread. He was the last person he wanted to see right now.
"N-Nothin," He answered timidly, avoiding looking at the older man, "It's nothin, I just..." His voice trailed off, body trembling visibly to the new presence in the room which brought forth a dark chuckle which seemed to reverberate off the walls.
The figure, shadowed by the darkness of the room and only seen through the flashes of lightning that came through the blinds like some nightmare. He approached the bed and knelt down on it. "Are you crying again? You fucking pansy..." When the younger of the two didnt respond he roughly grabbed him by the collar of his PJ shirt, breaking a couple of the buttons off, and slammed his head against the wall. "ANSWER ME!"
"Y-Yes! yes," The boy sobbed and shook in his leader's hold as more full tears slid down his face. "P-Please let me go, I'm sorry. Whatever I did I'm sorry!"
Another low, evil chuckle filled the room, hot breath ghosting his face before he felt the wetness and heat of a tongue lick his cheek; tasting his tears. Before he had time to react he was slammed up against the wall again, his clothes being ripped from him as his attacker bit and sucked at his tender skin.
"N-No, no! Please, dont do this again! Please!" But his begging was useless, only infuriating the man further and earning him a blow to the head. He laid there, head aching and vision fading, and as he felt the soft fleece of PJ bottoms slide off of him he welcomed the black out. His unconscious body took the abuse dealt out on it, pleasing the attacker but also annoying him; he drank in the boys anxiety like the finest wine and with him out he couldn't get his dose of that sweet fear.
He made sure he covered his prey in bites and bruises, filling any available hole with his sprog before leaving. He stopped at the doorway and looked back at the sprawled out naked body of his beautiful bass player, "G'night Mudz..." He mumbled before leaving the room and going back to his own, running into Noodle on the way.
"Did you check on him like I told you too?" She asked, hands on her hips as she glared up at the pale singer.
"Yeah, he's fine. Sleeping like a baby," He glared down at her before shoving past her. "Now fuck off..."
Noodle shook her head with a sigh and headed to the kitchen for a relaxing cup of tea. "Night Stu..."