Kurt was jolted awake by the bang of the trap door, tears filling his eyes. He wanted so badly to sob and scream for help. But he didn't know if anybody would hear him or his pleas. He could feel the sack being untied, and he immediately began to cry when he saw Karofsky, Rick and Azimio there. Karofsky roughly pulled him out of the sack and threw him onto the ground. Kurt screamed in pain through his gag, looking up at the bullies extremely frightened as they began circling him, looking down at him smiling evilly. He noticed Azimio had bread and water. Kurt let out a whimper, tears glistening in his eyes. He didn't know what these guys were going to do to him.
Rick looked over at Karofsky, grinning madly. "What do you think we should do today?" he asked. "I mean its three in the morning. We've gotta do something."
"Don't be hasty, Rick. I am pretty sure that the fag wants some food," Karofsky chuckled. "Z."
Azimio bent down and grabbed Kurt's hair, forcing him upright. "Do not say a word, or you can forget about eating," he whispered. He pulled the gag away slightly, shoving the bread into the small teen's mouth. Kurt desperately chewed on the bread. Azimio gave him one sip of water, and the gag came back into his mouth. Kurt sobbed, shaking his head. His eyes widened when he saw Karofsky taking his belt off and pulling a knife out of his pocket.
"Now Hummel, lets take some of these layers off, alright? Who needs all these faggy clothes anyway?" Karofsky asked lightly. He proceeded to rip Kurt's favorite shirt open with one slice of the knife. He teared the shirt into shreds until Kurt's bruised stomach was revealed. He then touched the button of Kurt's jeans, and Kurt screamed. The bully pulled Kurt's pants and underwear down, and he flipped the boy over onto his stomach. Kurt felt leather come into contact with his bared ass, and he screamed, tears rolling down his burning cheeks. The lather struck his butt again, and he cried out, sobbing and struggling. Karofsky proceeded to sit on his legs, whipping him. Kurt's rear was starting to burn from the contact of the belt.
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Somebody please help me! he thought wildly.
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Oh God somebody help me oh God!
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Daddy please help me. Mike, Sam, Puck, anyone please help me! Somebody!
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No. No please!
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Please let the police come.
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Help me. Wake me up and tell me that this is all a dream!
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Finn, Finn please! Please! Make it stop it hurts it hurts oh God oh God.
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No! No! Somebody! It hurts!
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Kurt couldn't keep track of how many times the belt strike his bared skin. He thought this was maybe the fifteenth time? He didn't know, and he didn't care. He screamed again when the belt struck him again, harder. Karofsky then got off of his legs and flipped him onto his back. Kurt gasped through his gag in pain. His eyes widened when he saw Rick lighting up a cigarette. He didn't know if Rick smoked, but this wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. The hot orange glow came close to his skin, and he let out a shriek of pain when he felt the cigarette butt press into his arm. Karofsky then grabbed him by the hair and forced him upward, slamming his tiny body into the wall. He grabbed Kurt's neck and squeezed tightly, depriving him of any oxygen.
"I'll teach you a lesson, bitch!" he snarled. He gripped Kurt's windpipe tighter.
Tears began to leak down from Kurt's eyes and onto his face, which suddenly turned stark white and deprived of any color. The only sounds emerging from him were the sounds of his choking, searching for air to breathe. And just when he thought he was going to die from lack of oxygen, Karofsky's released him, and he fell onto his knees, scraping them badly as he choked, wanting so badly to put his hands to his neck and clutch his throat where the angry red finger marks were. Karofsky then kicked him the chest. Kurt felt the cracking of several ribs as he went into a coughing fit.
Rick went over and punched him hard in the face, forcing him to his feet angrily. He threw him across the room and he landed on the concrete floor with a thud, causing him to scream. Rick stepped on his mouth hard, and he felt his lips bleeding badly, blood gushing out onto the gag. Kurt shook his head. He tried to sit up, but Azimio jumped on him and proceeded to continue with punching him in every area of his face. He grabbed Kurt by the shoulders and slammed his head onto the ground, hard. Kurt's vision began swimming. Azimio turned him over, sitting on his legs and spanking him on the butt. Every time Azimio spanked him, Kurt screamed out in terror and pain. He was spanked again, his butt splintering badly. His ass was burning in excruciating, overwhelming pain.
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Azimio then forced him up, and the next thing Kurt knew, Rick was holding a gun to his head.
"Disobey or I'll shoot. You understand?" he growled.
Kurt nodded, terrified.
"Good." Rick put the gun into his back pocket and kicked Kurt in the side, causing him to scream as his broken ribs began to flare up. He was then forced back into the sack and it was tied again, and he screamed and cried, struggling and trying to get out, to get free. He then proceeded to cry himself to sleep miserably, and waking up every five to ten minutes from horrific nightmares, and he could hear those Neanderthals laughing at his fear and pain, like they enjoyed the sound of his pain and fear.
"Awwe poor wittle baby!" Rick whimpered in a mocking tone.
Karofsky laughed even harder. Kurt could feel himself being elevated again in the air, and he got smacked with something over and over as he swung back and forth, the movement making him dizzy and wanting to throw up. When he was lowered to the ground, this time falling on his face, he felt bile rise in his throat, and he threw up in the sack, choking and sobbing.
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