SoD14- FIRST OFF, THIS CHAPTER HAS RAPE IN IT. I DO NOT SUPPORT RAPE IN ANYWAY, THERE WILL BE A SKIP LINE OF YOU DONT WANT TO SEE IT. RAPE IS A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE THING. And this starts after the first episode of season two, I don't know how long it will last, it's based off of my Doll Maker. There will be events in between the episode, but this is basically a short AU. Other than that please enjoy, I don't know how well I can portray these characters.

Chapter One

Get away from me.

Barry recalled how he had gotten into this predicament. He had been working on a case for the CCPD and had been running home when he had a dizzy spell. To keep from attracting he stopped in an alleyway to change quickly and chose to walk home rather than risk the rest of the run. He had skipped lunch.

Bad idea.

He began to walk home, cutting through the park as a shortcut, when the back of his head had been hit. Hard.

It hurts.

When he woke up Barry was looking up at a pair of eyes. They seemed to glow an eerie silver, and he could easily tell that whoever was looking at him was smirking. Barry tried desperately to move, eyes going wide in panic when his body protested, staying completely still. The most he could do was blink.

"Hello there darling~" a male voice called out "Such a pretty doll…"

No. Get away from me.

"I usually only play with girls, but how could I pass up something as beautiful as you? Those perfect freckles, beautiful eyes, and your perfect body. You make such a fascinating doll, why your skin turns whiter by the second."

Bastard.

This person was a killer. Women had been raped and murdered for about a week, the police not being able to find the man. Of course it was easy to find out the man's identity from his semen, Jeremy Martinez, but no one had seen him since the particle accelerator. The dead bodies were always found strung to a chair with fishing line, skin as white as porcelain, and a slit throat. The bodies were dressed up with frills and bows, killed somewhere else and changed after the blood had been cleaned up.

"Doll...ma..ker…" Barry cried out in a weak voice.

That's what Cisco called him…

The man smirked, leaning forward to rest his hands on the chair that Barry was strapped to. Then the reality of the situation sank in. This man was a rapist, and Barry couldn't use his powers. He was going to die.

"My gorgeous doll, why can you talk? You're supposed to be silent. How interesting."

Barry felt something cold press against the skin of his wrist as he desperately tried to gain control of his body.

It's not working! Let me go!

Barry felt the metal pull up, and the fishing line fell from his wrist. A knife then. The other wrist was given the same treatment, followed by his neck and chest. As soon as Barry was released, his body fell forward into the man's arms.

Barry tried to take that chance to scream, to cry for help, to fight against the man, but all he managed were a few broken whimpers.

"Hush doll. We're just going to play now. I can't wait to see you in my bed."

The man's breath brushed across Barry's ear, pulling another whimper from his lips. Barry was lifted into strong arms, in a bridal hold as if he was something Precious. It was disgusting.

The man went through a doorway, and Barry had the sense to glance around, taking in every detail he could. What he saw disturbed him. The items in the room had to have belonged to a girl at some point. Every color was pastel, and porcelain dolls lined the walls. The queen sized bed was covered in pink sheets, frilly and full of bows. Like the man's dolls. Then there was-

A window. A street sign visible. Cedar street.

The information would only be valuable if Barry managed to survive.

If I get to live.

Rape Below This Line

He could feel the panic attack coming. His breath was coming in short, desperate pants. He was going to hyperventilate. It would be better than going through this, but the world wouldn't give him that luxury. The knife was pressed against his skin, cutting through his shirt. Barry was begging inside his head, screaming and crying for help, but the whimpers were all he could manage.

Barry's shirt was now off, followed by his pants and underwear. His panic grew by the second, and then Barry heard it. The sound of a cap opening, and oh god. The man covered his fingers in a generous amount of lube, but paid no mind to going slow. Three fingers were pushed inside him, pulling a weak scream out of Barry, and his body arched up. He moved.

Barry tried desperately to move his hands, managing weak twitches. That wasn't good enough. The man pulled his fingers out and from that point all Barry remembered was pain, and disgust when the pain melted into pleasure. It was horrible, and Barry's hands balled into fists as he let out a cry.

Wait. Fists.

RAPE OVER

Barry swung his hand forward in a panic, only hitting the man's jaw by pure luck. Barry was able to pull away with a whimper, grabbing his ruined clothes as he made a run for it, at a normal speed. As soon as he was out of the building, Barry could feel his powers, the lightning crackling beneath his skin. Barry used it, but he had no control.

When his powers have out he was in an unknown alley, trying to cover his naked body with the scraps of clothing. His body turned whiter by the second, his body growing cold, with only a faint heartbeat.

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