AN: Hey, people of FanFiction! I have some explaining to do… I'm soooo incredibly sorry for not updating. I know, you don't want my excuses, but I do have some relatively valid one. Would you like to hear them? Of course not! And that's why I'll tell you…
Uno: My dad's friend came to town, and he's from Boston, which is a LONG ways away from where I live. So we had to visit him. He's like a crazy, rich uncle. Legit, he'll call our house and not talk to my dad for several hours until after we first picked up the phone. He can talk forever… Luckily, he doesn't stay at my house. He stays with his brother because he's allergic to my dog. Thank you, Bailey for your shedding… (Bailey is my German Shepherd.)
Dos: It was Christmas! Who wants to write on Christmas? Well… I wanted to, but my WHOLE family from my dad's side came over. My cousin's kid was there, and his name is Bennett. He's only 11 months old, and he kept trying to stick his hands in my mouth. He liked shiny things, like my braces. :) Also, he was fascinated by the fan. It made moving shadows on the ceiling, which is like a church ceiling, and he loved it. I have so many videos of it… :)
Tres: I was sick. I know, :(. You all should be sad because it meant that I couldn't update. I was in bed for several days with a sore throat, a headache, and I thought I was going to puke. I never did, though. So that was my highlight of those days. I also felt really bad because people kept saying, "Where's the poll? I can't find the poll!" because I had taken it down in preparation for writing this, then I got sick and couldn't write because I could think. Like, at all. I also hallucinated. It's kind of funny, now that I think about it… Heh heh… Jeremiah the rainbow-striped-pixelated zebra…
So that's my explanation. Please don't kill me. I love myself. And Jeremiah…
Soooo… On with the story!
MPOV
My eyes bug out, and my heart races faster. Oh my god, I'm going to lose my virginity to Dylan!
Fang's anxious thumping against the walls of the sterile white room increases, and I'm sure that he's about to smash a hole through the tile walls.
Please, please, please break free!
Of course, that doesn't happen.
Dylan thrusts in, and I feel something tear. Pain courses through my body, and I unconsciously let out a small whimper.
"I gave you your chance. Now you're going to have to live with the consequences," Dylan growls, and he picks up the pace of his thrusting.
I just growl angrily in response.
"Now be a nice little birdy, and stay still," he commands.
"Since when have I been a nice little birdy?" I mutter to myself, trying not to concentrate on anything that's going on in my body.
"I'm going to make you one right now," he growls. "You're going to do what I tell you to, and you're going to do it with a smile."
"I'm sorry. I don't listen to assholes," I snarl, attempting to snap at his face.
"Well that sucks for you. You're going to have a significantly different opinion about me once I'm done," he says, his tone, contrary to the circumstances, is unusually light.
"No," I state simply, adverting my eyes from his form.
In response, he leans down and bites me. He doesn't JUST bite me. He bites my chest. More specifically, he bites my boob.
All my breath hisses out of my lungs in one big whoosh. Bright red blood gushes out of the wound, leaving crimson trails down my abdomen. "Asshole," I hiss, glaring at him.
"Ya know what, bitch? You're annoying me too much. We're done here," he growls.
Before I can breathe a sigh of relief, he's slamming my head against the wall, and I feel the world slipping away.
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FPOV
"Ya know what, bitch? You're annoying me too much. We're done here," Dylan snarls from across the room.
Oh, thank God. Maybe he'll let her go now, I think.
Of course, I'm wrong.
Before Max can respond, there's a sickening crack and a small, almost unnoticeable, animalistic whimper.
After that, complete silence fills the room. An eerie silence.
What the hell did he do to her? My mind yells at me. If he hurt her, I'm going to kill him.
I quickly flop over to face Max and Dylan.
The sight I see sends chills streaking up and down my spine, faster than, well, Max flying.
Max unconscious on the ground, Dylan still on top of her, fucking her like there's no tomorrow.
He shudders, then collapses on top of her. After a second, he collects himself and gets up.
"And that, my friend," Dylan, walking towards the door and collecting his clothes, pants, "is how you get it done."
"Dickhead," I try to mutter, but it gets muffled by the gag in my mouth.
After the door slams shut, complete silence fills the room. I strain my ears to hear Max breathing, but I still don't hear anything.
"Containment terminated," a mechanical voice says over an intercom, and the ties that bind my wrists and ankles disappear, along with the gag in my mouth.
Before I have time to wonder how it happened, I'm up and running over to Max's bloody, limp figure.
"Max! Max!" I yell, trying to shake her awake.
Her eyes flutter open, not seeming to comprehend where she is.
I low groan that trails into a whimper spills from her mouth.
"Fang?" she moans, finally noticing that I'm here.
I nod and bend down to pick her up. She reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck, and nuzzles her head into my chest.
I hold her tighter and walk over to the corner, sitting down but letting her stay in my lap.
"I'm so sorry," I tell her softly, gently stroking her hair.
"It's not your fault," she tells me quietly, her voice thick with tears.
"Yes, it is," I insist, still petting her head.
"No, it's not," she mutters, stifling a sob.
"Oh, sweetheart," I whisper into her head. "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask.
"No," she chokes, starting to sob into my chest.
I don't know how long we sit like this, but after a while she falls asleep, softly breathing warm air across my chest.
The quiet sound of her breathing and the steady rising and falling of her chest against mine starts to make me sleepy.
"It was my fault. I'm so sorry, Max," I manage to mutter before falling asleep with Max still curled up in my lap.
Yay! Fax at the end! And you now know what the result of the poll was! Well… There's two possible answers… You'll have to review to find out! Well… I'm not going to tell you what happens just because you review. I'm going to update faster if you review. Sooooo… Review!
Do it for the children…