Note: Chapter Eight! It's a short chapter, but oh well... as I recall this was the only way I could make it work and it's when I finally gave Mr. Pedophile a name. Also... sorry it was so late in the day... I got seriously distracted... I just started rping as Zim on one of those massive rp boards. :3 I think I'mma put the link up on my profile... XD cuz right now I'm the only IZ character up there... and it could be screaming bowls of fun either to read my insane-ness or to join me... eheh XD
I'm done now... :3 I think I should go write more to chapter 13 again...
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Dib flailed as he was carted up the stairs with the ease of a man carrying a large bag of dog food... a struggling, kicking, screaming bag of dog food. The kicking, however, was quickly subdued; the stranger pressed Dib's legs to his chest so he could do little more than flex his ankles as he struggled for escape. He never should have helped Zim, he realized, there was no way that Zim would return the favour or would have done the same if the situation were reversed; he'd simply doomed himself to being Zim's replacement. That look the man had given him when they'd faced off on the first floor had given him chills accompanied by a sick feeling that made his stomach churn with disgust, it felt even worse now that the threat was so close to reality; but he refused to let something like that happen!
This guy was going to go back to Zim and find him gone; he'd probably go looking for the alien too; that would, hopefully, give Dib enough time to escape from wherever this guy planned to put him. Then he could get this guy arrested and go back to planning the capture of his alien foe; thanks to Zim he had plenty of various instruments in his coat that he could use to get out of just about any situation.
After a moment that felt like an eternity Dib was dumped onto the cold floor of a small, blurry room; unconsciously Dib adjusted his glasses and looked about the bathroom from his seat in the tub. It looked normal enough, but this whole room gave him a bad feeling; he couldn't help but wonder, with a sick feeling forming in his gut, just how many other children this guy had taken in here.
Dib shivered and shrunk against the porcelain despite the cold that raced up his spine, and after a moment he looked up at the man who was standing on the other side of the open shower door, "Mmh..." the man moaned unintelligibly as he leaned down to look at the captured boy, "I can't wait to get you alone."
The boy's eyes narrowed behind the specs he wore as he stared up defiantly at the other male; that single look caused another groan to escape from the man's lips, "I can't wait to wipe that look off your face, kid. I'd love to see you tryand make a face like that when I've got my cock deep in your tight little ass." he broke off to let out a disturbing chuckle that caused the cold shiver to increase to a visible shake, "Or maybe I should cum in your mouth first? You won't be able to-"
"N-No!" Dib cut in quickly, not wanting to hear another word of this guy's sick fantasy, "You're disgusting! I won't let that happen!" Another defiant look was cast at the adult, though it was more of a reward than an intimidation like Dib was going for; still, it had cut the man's disturbing descriptions short.
Dib, however, was not out of trouble yet; the man moved quickly, his thick fingers closing around Dib's wrist and hauling him back up to his feet. Dib's expression faltered into one of panicked shock, proving that he really wouldn't be able to keep up defiance in the presence of this pervert, "There's just one thing I want to know before I go fuck your little alien friend."
The Paranormal Investigator quickly regained his composure even though he instantly felt sick staring this guy down, "What's your name?" Dib was nearly floored by the question; he'd been expecting something completely perverted that would make his skin crawl ten times worse. He gaped for a moment-at a loss of what to say-before snapping his mouth shut when he noticed hungry eyes staring at his lips; as a result, Dib would not answer.
The man's lips turned down into a frown at the lack of reply; he waited a moment longer before reaching in to grab at Dib's coat. He hauled the boy across the rubber mat until his knees knocked into the edge of the tub, "Your name." he ordered as he towered over the boy.
Instead of obeying, the thin lips pressed into a thin line; it was as if Dib thought he could hide his mouth from any adult things that might happen to him in this small bathroom. A moment of silence passed-another opportunity Dib did not take-before the stranger reacted too quickly for Dib's mind to formulate a defence; he was grabbed, spun around, and removed of his coat which was thrown to the floor. Dib distantly registered the sound of something important breaking.
"Your name?" the man pressed, his right hand finding it's way to the hem of Dib's blue shirt; the fabric slowly started to rise as the man fixed him with a devious look, "It won't be long until you're naked..."
Dib's resolve broke at that; he was determined to keep his clothes on for as long as possible, "Dib..." he said, gaze shifting down to the dirty mat beneath his feet; he just hoped this guy would remember Zim and give him his chance to escape, already.
"Dib?" the man asked after a brief moment, "You're the beef guy?"
Dib made a face as he echoed, "Beef guy?" but the stranger's reply was to push him back into the tub and slide the plastic door closed. Dib watched as he flicked something near the handle before turning around; he then heaved a sigh of relief that caught in his throat when he heard a string of letters form together into a sickening sentence.
"I'm Iso; remember to scream my name when I'm fucking you into the wall later."
