I'm not going to be able to update for a couple of days so I'll add this next chapter. I haven't really written anything like this before so i hope you think it's alright.
WARNING: ADULT THEMES.
M for a reason.
Kurt was walking fast away from school. His father was running late and the looks Karofsky was giving him terrified him. He thought after the incident in the locker rooms Karofsky wouldn't bother Kurt anymore as he had some sort of blackmail over him. Kurt was wrong. The bullying intensified and had led Karofsky to threaten his life. Kurt calmed slightly when the street behind him appeared empty, but the feeling of dread wouldn't completely leave his stomach.
"Avoiding someone fag?"
Kurt recognized the voice immediately and started to panic.
"Hey homo! Slow down, I have something for you." Karofsky sneered from close behind Kurt's back.
Suddenly, Kurt was pushed into a darker, more isolated street. All Kurt could think of was escaping, but as he felt his breath leave him from Karofsky punching him in the stomach. He knew he didn't have a chance. He froze in fear of the pain he was about to feel.
"Trying to be brave? There's no one around for miles even if you do shout."
The next blow came to Kurt's face. He felt dizzy and if Karofsky wasn't pinning him against the wall, he would have fallen to the ground. Kurt waited for the next hit, hoping it would be soon so it could be over with, but Karofsky removed one of his hands from Kurt and reached for something in his pocket. Kurt heard himself gasp in shock and fear as he saw what was in the attacker's hand. A knife.
"What's up baby? Don't like this?" He asked, twirling the metal instrument menacingly in his hand. "Do what I say and I won't harm that pretty little skin of yours."
Kurt felt like screaming. He started to taste the blood from when he got hit in the face. It made him felt sicker. Kurt waited for the pain, but it didn't come. He turned his head to Karofsky to see why he hadn't hit him yet when he felt the hand on his thigh.
Kurt's POV
What was happening? I could feel his hand on my thigh. I could even see him holding it but my mind couldn't register it. All I could do was wish it was pain.
"Good, you're not fighting. Smart guy for a fag."
"Bit of a hypocrite aren't you? It was you that kissed me in the locker room." I felt burst for my lips. I braced myself for the pain buy instead I just felt his other hand travel to my shirt buttons.
"Don't think this is because I'm attracted to you Hummel. This is purely just to show you what I can do so you won't go blabbing about you kissing me." He growled at me.
"What is 'this' exactly? Going to strip me first so you can see the bruises you're making? Do that, they'll heal soon enough. I've had enough of you hitting me; I know why you do it. You're jealous I have the courage to be myself while you have to pretend to be something you're not." I screamed in his face. I didn't know what come over me. I could see the knife in his hand cutting through my shirt, but I knew this was my only way out. He was over twice my size, thoughts of fighting myself out was laughable if the situation wasn't so serious.
With these words I felt him hold on to me more forcefully. The pain in my thigh was almost unmanageable but I found the strength to hold in my cry of pain. I knew that would just encourage him further.
"Why, what am I then Hummel? Tell me what I'm pretending not to be"
"You're a fag, just like me."
I heard Karofsky growl under his breath. "I'll show you fag."
Karofsky had managed to rip through my whole shirt. Still frozen in fear I felt his hands undo my pants and let them fall to the floor. I couldn't think of anything else except for the realization of what he was about to do to me. His hand cupped my crotch and he started roughly stroking me through my boxers. The tears finally came. Feeling them running silently down my cheeks, I hoped he wouldn't notice so he would finish what he was doing. He did notice however.
"Aw, why are you crying? I know you want this. Don't pretend."
"S..stop. I don't w..w..want this. Please, just l..l..let me go." I stumbled through my tears.
This just made him laugh. His laugh was loud and cocky. I felt rolls of nausea in my stomach and I fought to think of something, anything, else. But I felt his large, sweaty hands tug down my boxers. Everything seemed to go into sharp focus. I felt the painfully cold wind against my legs and chest. I felt Karofsky's breath on my neck, and most of all, I felt the blade of Karofsky's knife pressing into my stomach.
All I could do was yell out in agony.
At once, the sharpness I had just felt turned to blurriness and I could just feel Karofsky's lips crush to mine. His breath smelt and tasted strongly of coffee as he snaked his tongue into my mouth. I felt myself gag. This angered Karofsky. He immediately removed his mouth from mine, before I had time to feel relief however; I felt three of his fingers press down my throat.
No, no, no, no, I begged to myself. Please no.
He removed his fingers and instantly I felt one of them press through my entrance.
I tried to protest again and again but he ignored me, pushing in another two fingers. It felt disgusting. All I could do was focus on my shaking body and close my eyes shut as tightly as possible, trying to convince myself that I could get away from this situation if I squeezed them together hard enough. In all my efforts, I could still feel the pain of what he was doing to me. The ache of my thigh where he kept his hand pressing. The pain from his fingers moving around somewhere that had been recently untouched. The knife lay forgotten on the floor but it didn't make me feel any safer.
Abruptly, I felt myself been thrown around. My face was now pressed up against the wall and he had a hand forcefully on my back holding me up against it.
This was my last chance. I tried to kick my legs and stop him but they wouldn't respond to my wishes. They just hung limply.
"You're mine Hummel. I know you like this too so open your eyes and stop being such a baby."
I couldn't do what he wanted. All I could do was try to not think about him pulling my thighs apart. I felt his fingers leave me and something much bigger began to push in.
I was fully crying now. Sobs wracked my whole body and I felt the excruciating pain. All I could feel of myself was cowardness and disgust. How did I let this happen? Why was I just frozen and not fighting him off?
Karofsky was really getting into it now. With each thrust into me my head slammed into the wall. My last thoughts before I mercily passed out were how cold and empty I felt.
