A/N: As I edit this series I realize more and more why it NEVER got ANY reviews! It's because it REAL sucks. But I'm doing my best to fix it. I'm adding a lot to it, making it better. I might even add some extra content and stuff.
– Dogs of the Military #3: Helpless –
Roy
"Ok, I'm back. What is it, Maes?" Roy said. He was standing in the phone booth outside of the building. Havoc stood outside the booth. He came along to guard Roy, despite Roy's protests against needing protection.
"Roy, I found something." Maes said. "I was in my office, and I saw a weird alchemy circle under my desk. Nothing I've seen before. I'm not an alchemist, but I can tell something's not right with it."
"An alchemy circle?" Roy asked.
"Yeah." Maes said. "Scratched into the floorboard. Oh, and a few numbers… um… the number 5 is written over the circle and 16 is written below the circle…"
"I've never heard of that…" Roy muttered.
"I'm scared…" Maes whispered. "Roy, do something…"
"Just scratch it out." Roy said.
"I'm afraid!" Maes cried. He really did sound scared. Almost to tears scared. "Do you think… someone cursed me?"
"With alchemy?" Roy asked.
"Please, Roy… do something…" Maes pleaded.
"Ok, ok…" Roy said. "I'll see if I can get around there sometime… or maybe Richard can go…? He's been studying other country's alchemy, and he might know something. I think he's still in his office… I'll ask him about it."
Richard
An abandoned building wasn't my ideal place to hang out but Scar wasn't taking me on a date. I was thrown onto the ground. Nothing soft about this place. My hands were completely restricted. Scar laced the rope around my fingers and my wrists, to make sure I couldn't escape. I wouldn't be able to do alchemy. I wouldn't even be able to draw.
"Why are you keeping me alive?" I snapped.
Scar looked down at him with nothing but disgust on his face. "I recognized you. You're the son of a high official."
I frowned at him. "So?" Then it started to click. The plan that Scar formed the moment he recognized me out in the rain. "You want to lure my dad out here."
"Taking out a general…" if Scar was capable of smiling he would have. "I'm going to use you to do it."
"Fuck you," I spat. "That won't work. You'll just get your ass handed to you. If you're lucky."
Scar climbed over me in a very intimate position, his hands around my throat. I would have cried out if he wasn't crushing my windpipe with his massive, powerful hands. I opened one eye to look at him. He pauses, as if to reconsider what he was doing. He let go of me. I turned my head away, coughing.
"Can't kill you yet," he said.
"Fuck you," I growled.
He stared at me, still so awfully close. I pulled at the restraints as he stared down at me. My heart begins to race when something changes in his eye. He reached out, almost timidly, and started unbuttoning my coat. He was focused on my coat, but his mind was focused on other things.
"Let go of me you bastard…!" I screamed. I kicked my legs out to maybe knock him off of me. "Stop it…!"
Scar growled at me. He grabbed my coat and just ripped it into two pieces. I gasped. He was glaring at me again. Why was he so intimidating? He grabbed my shirt and ripped in into pieces. He pulled his jacket off. Then he leaned down towards me.
I managed to get my foot between us as he leans in. I placed it against his chest and I kicked out as hard as I could, knocking him back, flat onto his ass.
"Stop it!" I snarled. "GET AWAY FOR ME!"
Scar jumped up with that blinding speed that got me into this mess in the first place. He punched me in the stomach. I cried out in pain. Then he stood up. He grabbed my tied arms and started dragging me across the room. With nothing to grab onto I just kicked my legs and screamed for the help that wasn't coming for me.
Scar lifted me up, hooked the rope around my hands on a nail that was sticking out of the wall. He grabbed the end of the nail and curved it up and around, making a circle around the rope. It was going to be hard to get out of that. I was completely stretched out, the tips of my toes barely touching the ground.
Then Scar bent down to grab a pole from the ground. He didn't need to say anything, I knew what was going to happen next.
Roy
Roy stepped into Richard's office. As usual there was a mountain of papers on his desk. Roy sighed, marching further into the office.
"Richard! I told you not to fall asleep while on the job!" he yelled at the tower of paper. "Wake up, you damn…" he stepped around the desk. Richard wasn't there. Roy turned around and looked at the couch.
"Richard?"
He stepped out of the office, closing the door behind him. He must be in the bathroom, Roy decided. One time Richard went missing for an hour. Someone found him reading a book in the restroom… it was really weird, but that's the kind of man Richard was. At least he got his work done. That was always a plus.
"Havoc!" Roy called when he spotted the lieutenant at the end of the hall.
"Yes sir?" Havoc said.
"I need you to help me search the bathrooms." Roy said.
"Excuse me, sir?" Havoc laughed.
"Richard. He's not in his office. And if he's not in the bathrooms, he's not here at all…" If he left, why didn't he tell me? Roy thought about the night before and frowned. He wasn't sure if Richard was going to talk to him again, but that didn't matter. Richard was nowhere to be found. He had a way of finding trouble.
"We need to find him," said Roy. "Now."
Richard
When Scar stopped, I didn't have much feeling in my body. My ribs were broken, and my body was covered in bruises and cuts. My eyes were closed, untouched by the steel but wet from tears. I shuddered when Scar touched my face. I shuddered when he forced my face towards his. His lips touched mine in a rough kiss.
A hand on my side made me jump. I gritted my teeth. Scar was emotionless against me. I didn't understand this. Was he doing this for his own pleasure or to torture me?
Scar moved down from my lips to my neck. My face and neck, lucky, Scar didn't hit. So when he roughly kissed me there it wasn't against bruises. His main focus with that pipe was my ribs. I felt his hands undo my pants. He jerked them down to my ankles and I cried out in pain. He stopped only to take his shirt off. He threw it aside.
Scar undid his pants and let them drop down to the ground. He was going commando for one and he was already erect. I pulled at the rope, crying out when he grabbed my legs and lifted them into his arms. He moved in between my legs, positioning his manhood. I felt the tip of his hard cock touch my butt hole. I jerked my entire body to try to get away from him.
"W-wait…!" I cried, too scared to say stop.
"Do I have to silence you again?"
"I'll kill you!" I screamed. Scar grabbed my sides roughly. I screamed at the pain when he dug his finger into my side. He won the fight when he grabbed my wounds. I stopped trying to fight him.
Scar's hands tightened on my sides to keep me still. He pushed himself into me.
To be continued…
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A/N: I don't know why all my stories seem to contain some form of rape. Maybe I just have an unfulfilled rape fantasy that's dying to come out…
