urm, okay.
Warnings apply to this chapter for high sexual content and language which I sincerely apologize for. You don't have to read it if you don't want to :) - and it's short at least.
Previously: He closed his eyes, wishing to block everything out while sliding down his boxers. He wished he could turn back time, talking with Doug about their vacation, before he opened his mouth and insulted his best friend. He wished he was in the chapel with everyone he loved. He wished he did one boring task after another because it sure as hell wasn't as bad as this.
He heard a clap.
"Well done. I knew you would cooperate!" James said.
He didn't open his eyes until he felt someone push up against him.
James.
He was right up to his face and pressed against his naked body.
"Man, you are a beautiful thing" James teased. "If you were in prison, every jailbird in there would fuck you."
His lip quivered. "Shut up," he tried to snap but it sounded more like an angry whisper.
He hated being called pretty. He knew he was more attractive than the average guy. He had chiselled cheekbones, smooth skin, chocolate brown eyes and full lips. But he didn't care for his looks. In fact, he saw it as a convenience because he would have been a 'real' cop if it wasn't for his baby face.
"You don't like being called pretty do you?" James laughed then ran his fingers down his face again. "You have a face that no one can forget."
He felt so ashamed of himself, ashamed he allowed to be goaded like that. If he had the opportunity, he would punch the guy's lights out.
"Fuck you!" he snapped.
Without warning, James grabbed hold of his neck and pressed hard enough to make him want to choke.
"Watch what you say to me," James said coldly.
As soon as he let go of his neck, Tom breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Now, we'll go onto number two, the showers."
"Wait a minute, you said that you would let me go!" He cried angrily.
"I lied." James grinned.
Angry and already exhausted from the mental torture, he was taken through yet another room.
The room happened to be a bathroom. It had tiled walls and floors and two old, rusty looking showers.
The first man walked towards one of the showers and and turned it on. The water sprayed loudly and splashed a bit on the man's boots.
Suddenly, he was pushed into the shower which made him yelp in surprise. He could have slipped over the wet floor but managed to support himself by supporting himself against the wall.
Not only being pushed in the shower caught him by surprise, but the temperature of the water did too. It slammed down onto his body, instantly sending a turmoil of uncontrollable shudders. He wrapped his arms around himself in attempt to ward off the cold.
"L-Let m-me out" he gasped.
The men just laughed.
He tried to get out but one of the men pushed him back in.
He breathed in strangled breaths as his whole body started to ache and shudder from the cold water. It felt as though his bones were turning into icicles and he was sure his skin had turned blue.
"That's enough, me thinks," James announced spontaneously.
Just when he thought it could be the end of this hell, James stepped into the shower with him and then forcefully whipped him round and slammed his face against the wall. He let out a choked cry as his cheekbone ached from the impact.
"You must be cold." James joked. "Here, let me warm you up."
It took time to process what the man said because he become too dizzy from being slammed against the wall. He last remembered seeing stars forming in front of his eyes before closing his eyes. When he opened them again, he had a strange feeling that a chunk in time was lost. Whether he must have blacked out or not, he didn't know. But he was soon brought back to reality when he felt hands run over his body. The unwanted touches invading his personal space made him want to throw up.
I hope you'll like it... it's number three." the man whispered in his ear.
He finally had it. He couldn't stand the touches and the hot breath that was hitting against his ear "Fuck you, fuck you!" he snapped whilst trying to push him away. He wasn't able to turn around and push him so he nudged him hard with his back.
James didn't react and didn't move an inch either. "No, fuck you," he laughed.
Suddenly James moved away and the first man stood in his place. At least he thought it was the first man because all he could see was the tiled wall which he was pushed up against.
Without warning, he felt a red hot, sheering pain enter his backside. He cried out so loud, his throat turned raw.
It can't be happening, this can't be happening, his heart and breath raced in fear.
He felt like he was going to vomit as the man's body slammed in and out of him. He screamed and screamed from terror and the pain felt so bad, he thought he was going to die.
He didn't know how long he screamed for, or how long the man did it for, but soon everything faded away into darkness. He could feel himself slipping away from the world.
It felt peaceful.
Almost like dying.
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He slowly opened his eyes and found himself envaloped in darkness.
Am I dead?
Or am I lost in a dream?
One thing for certain, there was no men laughing at him and killing him inside anymore.
He hoped the whole thing was a dream. Just maybe, just maybe the whole kidnapping was a dream and he was was actually in his bed, safe inside his apartment and it was only just a nightmare?
He waited a bit, until he regained more consciousness, until he made sense of reality.
His throat felt sore.
And he felt rather cold.
Oh my god.
It hurts so bad.
I was raped.
He let out a cry in a mixture of anger and pain which echoed through the darkness.
He sobbed for a while, tears streaming down his face, his body racking from the shakes against the floor.
How could this happen to me?! he cried.
After he calmed down a bit, he discovered his clothes were now returned and clothed upon on his body, but he still felt cold.
He tried to get up but discovered one of his hands were cuffed with his own handcuffs and was bound against a pipe. He tried to break free with all his might by pulling against it. It hurt, but he didn't care. He hurt too much from the inside anyway to feel anything.
He fought and fought as the cuffs clanged loudly against the pipe, until he was left exhausted and crying from defeat.
There was no dignity or strength left. They had won, they got what they wanted.
He felt as though his soul drifted out of his body as stared into nothingness.
Authors note: At least the hardest part is over. Now you can settle and read without anymore warnings. But ... I can't promise that really ;)
