A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to get out, I've had a really hard time getting inspiration. WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of sexual assault.
I shake my head. "No, no more games, please." Paul looks hurt. I know he's faking it. I don't think he's done one honest thing so far.
"Well, since you didn't seem to enjoy the first game very much, I thought we'd play a new one. It's like the Quiet Game, but... more interesting." Yeah. I'd like to see his definition of "interesting". Peter now has a wide grin on his face. Apparently he likes this game. I interpret this as a bad thing.
"Can I explain it to them?" he practically begs. Paul glares at him.
"Tubby, can you shut your fat mouth for just a minute?" Paul asks, sounding exasperated. "Anyway, before Peter rudely interrupted me, I was going to explain the rules. First, you and Jeannie sit back to back. Like this, here-" Paul starts moving me towards the center of the room, near Jean. I panic, really not liking the sound of a new game already, so I kick out at him, making him fall, and try to run to the door. I barely make two steps when Paul grabs my ankle and yanks me backwards, causing me to let out a startled yelp. I slam down on the ground, biting my lip in the process. I moan in pain, feeling blood run down my chin. Paul kicks me in the abdomen, where he cut me, for good measure, then grabs me by my upper arm and lifts me up. I'm incredibly dizzy and disoriented now, so I let him drag me to Jean.
"Y'know, Sally, as time goes on, I'm liking you less and less!" Paul exclaims. "I'm disappointed. We seemed to be getting along nicely earlier. You were being such a good sport!" He sighs and shakes his head. I hear Jean crying behind me. I assume that she's as disturbed as I am by all the violence. I desperately want to comfort her, but can't think of anything to say or do.
"Anyway," Paul drags the word out, "the rules! In this game, you will experience many different... sensations." I swallow at his choice of words. "You have to be able to keep quiet and not make a sound before the other person. It's really a test of... stamina. Whoever makes a noise first, any noise at all, loses." I stare at him in disgust. He catches my look and smirks in pure enjoyment and satisfaction.
"I don't wanna play," Jean moans miserably. Paul frowns with false sympathy.
"Oh, it's not that hard a game, Jeannie! Here, why don't you just give it a shot? We'll start off easy." Peter waltzes over to Jean, and somehow I get stuck with Paul. He gives me an animalistic grin and holds eye contact with me as he says, "Ready... set... begin."
Paul rips open the front of my sweater, a few buttons flying away. I jump in surprise but am careful not to make a sound. I feel Jean shaking slightly behind me; I have no idea if anything's happened to her yet or if she is reacting to what just happened to me. He pushes the sweater down my shoulders, exposing my chest. My breathing gets quicker as he roughly grabs my breast over my bra. I am getting increasingly uncomfortable, feeling my face heat up, but I do not look away. I refuse to back down, especially to this jackass. However, I feel Jean moving around behind me, and I hear a tiny noise of protest come from her, then a sniffle. They must not have heard her, for the game doesn't stop. I want to glance back to see if she's alright, but Paul holds my gaze as his hands slide down, down, down...
I bite my lip to keep back a squeak as he rubs me over my jeans. My face gets even hotter and I finally look away from him, letting out a shuddered breath and, to my dismay, a few frustrated and embarrassed tears leak from my eyes. This is the worst moment of my life. Jean is squirming around behind me, her breathing getting louder. I almost forget about my own predicament until Paul's hand goes under my jeans, making me gasp in surprise and feel extremely violated. He is simply staring at me, a ghost of a smile on his face and his eyes full of something that looks like lust. I almost let out a noise, until, to my horror, I hear Jean shout "Stop! Please stop!" She gasps immediately, as if she's just realized what she's done wrong, but it's too late. Paul stands up slowly, almost reluctantly, I notice, and walks over to where I cannot see.
"No, no, please I didn't mean t-" Jean's pleas are cut off by a loud crunch, followed shortly by a horrible shriek, then panicked sobs and sounds of utter agony.
I cannot react. I am simply unable to. I feel the tears running down my cheeks, but my thoughts aren't processing. I don't even know what they did to her, but the never-pausing sounds of anguish prove that it was god awful.
I hang my head and close my eyes, feeling utterly exhausted already. I don't know how much time has passed, and I honestly don't think it's been much, but I feel like I've been being tortured for days on end. Hell, maybe I have. It's not like I even remember where I was before this.
These thoughts remind me of the slices on my stomach, which sting a bit more at the sudden memory of their existence. I look down to see that the bleeding has stopped, but obviously the pain has not. My sweater, which is now halfway off my torso, clings to me from all the sticky blood that came from the wounds. I feel slightly nauseous from the sight, so I look away and to my left, which is where Paul and Peter have now moved. It looks like they're discussing something. I have no idea what. Peter looks annoyed with Paul. Jean is still sobbing loudly. I do not react.
Eventually their conversation comes to an end. They both start walking towards the door, Paul addressing Jean and I as he walks, "It's been fun… well, for us it has, but we've decided to give you two a break while Peter and I figure some things out, okay?" He reaches to press a button to open the door, but before he gets a chance to, I am up and running at him, an angry scream tearing out of my throat. I lunge at him, tackling him to the ground, and start trying to cause as much damage as I can. I am punching, scratching, and screaming all at once, and my surprise attack has stunned both Paul and Peter from doing anything for a few seconds. Finally, it seems Peter is ready to react, as he has pulled me off of Paul and thrown me to the ground. He starts violently kicking me in the stomach, hitting the cuts there, and making me scream in pain. He looks like he is ready to murder me (not like he wasn't ready to before.) I lose the air from my lungs and can only grimace in pain and try to breathe when Paul pulls Peter off of me and throws him back.
"TUBBY!" he screams at him when he goes for another attack. "Tubby, stop. You're being ridiculous. I can handle this myself. I think you should leave." Peter is crying now.
"She attacked you! You just want me to leave so you can fuck her!" he screams through tears. My eyes widen and I swallow thickly, tasting blood. The rage that burned through me earlier has abandoned me, leaving me feel icy cold with fear of what's to come once again. Paul raises his eyebrows at Peter.
"What's that to you? Are you jealous or something? You need to get over your little crush on me, Tubby, because I'm not holding back on the game just to spare your feelings."
Peter sobs out loud, pauses for a moment, and presses the button for the door. He glances back at Paul once more, only to see his unchanging expression. He gives me a look of deep hatred before the door closes. I let out a shuddering breath. Jean's stopped making noise altogether. She's staring blankly at the wall, probably in shock. I look up at Paul, who has scratches down his cheek and a busted lip, and... he smiles at me.
Suddenly I'm being violently pinned to the floor, and I let out a scream of surprise and protest. Paul grabs my wrists and brings my hands over my head, straddling my lower half. He has a dirty smirk on his face and I start squirming with all my might. I start crying because I know what's coming and I do not want it whatsoever. I notice Paul seemingly has no trouble holding me in place so I fight harder, tiring myself out a little. I cannot give up. I cannot let this happen.
"Shh, Sally, it's okay. This is just another game. It's called 'Save Your Own Skin.' The way it works is, if Jeannie over there decides to get up and take your place, then you get to sit out for this round. If she decides to sit there and be a baby about her broken hand instead and not do anything, then you have to play. Got it?"
"No! Get off me! GET OFF ME!" I scream, sobbing loudly. "Please, please, I don't want to play, please leave me alone…" My pleading drifts off into tears and whimpers. Paul rips my sweater over my head and starts kissing my neck, biting occasionally and making me cry out in slight pain.
"Please, no," I beg, squeezing my eyes shut. This is it. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't-
"I remember why I'm here," Jeannie says quietly. I almost do not hear her over my own cries. Her statement causes both Paul and I to freeze. Paul looks confused, then annoyed.
"That's not supposed to happen," he says bluntly. He looks down at me, sighs, and says, "I'll have to get back to you, Sally." He releases me from his grip, but I don't dare move. I simply lay there, silent tears streaming down my face.
Paul goes over to Jean and wrenches her up and towards the door. I realize that he's taking her away from me.
"Be back soon," he promises as the door shuts.
I am alone. I want to die.
A/N: Another chapter completed! Hopefully I still have people reading. I'm gonna try to start updating this more often. There will probably be more disturbing content as this goes on, just a warning. Thanks for reading.
