Hellstrom didn't stop us. He let Hugo and I 'fuck' as he called it for what seemed like hours. Hugo was keeping a smooth rhythm, never going too fast or too slow. It was as if he had turned his mind off and was letting his body do all the work. However, even with his smooth motions and the awkward position my body was tied in, a serious injury was imminent. I had begun to feel a pulling in my left shoulder, sort of like a soft tug. Then out of nowhere, I was assaulted with an explosive pain which was accompanied by a loud pop. I cried out and Hugo snapped to, leaving me devoid of pleasure.
[Dear God!] I heard Hugo cry out. [Help her! Look at her shoulder! She needs help, please! I'll do whatever you want, just please help her!]
[Shut up!] Hellstrom yelled as he walked over to me. The tears pouring from my eyes were beginning to make a small pool under my face. I could barely see Hellstrom as he ordered the two soldiers to unshackle my left wrist. I screamed in pain as they roughly grabbed my arm. One of the soldiers held my shoulders while the other one popped the joint back into the socket. I stifled another scream but released a sigh of relief as they pain dulled tremendously. Once my arms were re-shackled, I had made a realization: Hugo stopping his motions seemed to really bother me. The screaming pain in my shoulder was nothing compared with the uneasy feeling I got when I realized that I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want him to stop for my pain or my death.
What kind of person did that make me?
Why did I feel that way?
What had happened exactly for me to become this feral, instinctual creature who seemed to thrive on pain and pleasure? Would I have been this way if I had given myself to Werner or was this something that only Hugo was able to awaken in me? I couldn't figure it out then and to this day, can't figure it out. All I know is that I had always been meant for Hugo. Fate worked in her intricate ways and brought me and Hugo together in a way that we were always supposed to be.
I experienced the explosion which I could only call an orgasm multiple times. I had spent enough nights up with Alicia, who would never hesitate to give me all of the scandalous details of her sexual escapades, to know the feeling when it hit. When I first began to feel it, it started off as a sort of fire radiating from my lower abdomen and it only grew with every thrust Hugo made. I began to call out Hugo's name, softly at first, but as the fire spread his name began to bounce against the walls of our prison. Finally I felt my insides clench and the fire engulf my being as I pulled against my restraints in such a strong wave of primal lust that I didn't care if my shoulders risked dislocation again. I got the same fire every time I came, and with every climax Hugo sped up until he came as well. His orgasm was with one of mine and while my insides exploded with his seed, his strong hands clenched against my stomach I began to feel a wave of nausea crash over me. What is going to happen to me and Hugo?
[Well, that was quite the performance my dear.] Hellstrom barked orders for the soldiers to release Hugo as he stood over me, wearing a sadistic grin. The soldiers unchained Hugo and I closed my eyes as they lead him away, waiting to hear the click of Hellstrom's gun. The only sounds I heard was a soft dripping coming from somewhere else in the prison, the rattle of Hugo's chains and then his cell door as it slammed shut. I opened my eyes and saw the soldiers releasing me from my bonds. One of them threw a rag of a dress at me and I slid it off my back with my right shoulder before I sat upright. I would wait to put it on in the privacy of my own cell. Despite not having a shred of dignity left, I preferred to dress on my own terms. It wasn't until I attempted to fully stand did I begin to take in the full extent of the anguish my body was in.
I couldn't feel anything from the waist down.
I half stood with my back against the Bench, unable to fully support my weight on my invisible legs.
[Let's go, Derosier. I want to go home.] A soldier called out.
[Get back to your cell, bitch.] The other one yelled, causing Hellstrom to turn towards us from his spot near his torture table. I couldn't even begin to describe to them the pain I was in and how my legs couldn't support my weight. I was standing against the device I was just strapped to, unable to reach the safety of my cell.
Despite the cool air in the prison, sweat dripped down my forehead, stinging my eyes. I attempted to try to stand but was once again unable to, due to the fact that both of my legs felt like white hot iron bars jammed into the wet bag of sand that was my hips.
[I can't.] I whispered.
[What did she say?] Hellstrom called from his table of whips and other tortuous devices.
[I can't,] I called out. [My, my legs. I can't feel them.] My eyes looked up for Hugo's and when they did, he closed his, and lowered his head in anguish.
I heard boots stomping toward me and before I could look up the older soldier grabbed my arm roughly and threw me in the direction of my cell. I called out as my face collided with the stone floor. I tasted blood and heard Hugo call out my name. Hellstrom gave a sigh and and turned toward the direction of the exit.
[Don't forget to lock up after she gets to her cell. I'll send the doctor in the morning.] I rested my head on the cool ground and felt the vibration of his boots as he left the prison. I shut my eyes for just a few seconds and I felt an explosion of pain to my stomach. One of the soldiers had kicked me.
[STOP!] Hugo yelled. I rolled over to my side and brought my arms up to try to ward off the boots as they began to descend upon me. The pain along with Hugo's cries gave me an incentive to drag my limp body across the few feet into my cell. I kept my teeth clenched and forced myself to pull faster and faster until I crossed the threshold. Once I was in, the assault stopped and the soldiers locked me up and left without saying a word.
I don't know how long I laid there, my head right in that mysterious puddle and my heart beating rapidly against the floor, so loudly I could swear Hugo could feel the vibrations.
I was so strong during my assault because I was sure a quick death would meet me after.
However, lying on the cold floor, I was forced to come to terms that this pain will not be ending anytime soon. That I still had a lot more to endure, and in that moment I cried, because I knew my death, my freedom, would never come. I would never be rid of this pain.
[Emmure?] My eyes popped open. [Are you okay?]
Hugo. I had Hugo to turn to in this prison. He's felt his share of pain, he knew that it was something we didn't have to face alone.
[Y-yes,] I stuttered as I struggled to sit up against the wall. [What about you? Are you okay?] He didn't respond for a long time. After a few long minutes I finally broke the silence. [I'm sorry.] I jumped as I heard something crash from his cell.
[You're sorry?! What do you have to be sorry for?! I raped you! I couldn't stop those awful things that they were doing to you! All I could do was watch as those bastards…] His voice cracked and he went silent. Even though he tried to hide them, I could hear his choked sobs in our silent prison. I crawled along the wall of my cell and reached my arm out toward him, toward Hugo. I felt him grab it and I hung on to his hand for dear life, it was my only lifeline after all.
[Don't be sad,] I whispered. [Don't be angry or hurt. Just be strong. That's what's I'm doing. For you. You're all I have in this hellish world. I can't lose you. We will get out of here together, we will. I know we will.] I don't know why I felt so sure as I was saying this but Hugo seemed reassured and that was good enough for me.
The only time I let go of Hugo's hand was to put my ratty dress on. After that, I laid back against the wall, Hugo's hand in mine, smiling at the little circles he was making with his thumb. I had fallen asleep after an hour or so and surprisingly my first night in Hell was not riddled with nightmares.
I dreamt of a garden behind a small white cottage. Hugo was kneeling, admiring the sprouts that had busted through the rich soil. I stood in the back doorway of the cottage, watching him. He stood and I saw him take a deep breath, his white cotton shirt was clinging to his chiseled chest in such a delicious way. He look toward me and smiled, beckoning me to him with an outstretched arm. I exited the cottage and ran toward him, stretching out my own arm. It was when I felt his fingers on mine, did I feel the crushing pain that ripped me from his touch.
