Warning: This specific chapter is rated M, and is not for the weak stomached.
Heracles POV
I could understand Sadiq better now. He was sitting there staring at me wistfully. And strangely enough I could sympathize with him. I couldn't even imagine spending six hundred years in a tiny cell with barely any human interaction at all. And the little he got he was beaten for it. But ironically he was doing sort of what Rome did to him to me. Although the arrangements Sadiq sent up for me were much more reasonable and comfortable.
Sadiq interrupted my thoughts. "Heracles, you know that I love you right? And that I would do anything for you."
I nodded, but I really didn't believe him. He didn't really love me, he loved that I was my mother's son. He couldn't possibly love me, he didn't really know me. I didn't know why he thought he did.
"I don't think I could bare it if you left me," Sadiq said very seriously. "If that happened I don't know what I'd do."
That didn't surprise me. But it wasn't going to stop me from trying to leave. I had already been thinking about how I could do it. I had to get out of here.
Sadiq stood up from his cushion and helped me up. "Come on, let's go home."
It was no home to me. But I got up reluctantly and followed Sadiq out of the coffee shop.
Weeks had passed and Sadiq had made good on all his promises. He had taken me to the Hagia Sophia, which was absolutely amazing and taken me to see all his famous artist's studios. My injuries had almost healed and I could walk without a limp now. I started to put my plan into action about a week ago, now that I was strong enough to walk around on my own. Sadiq had been letting me explore by myself. I had done some exploring of the vast palace and some of the city. My conclusion was that I would need a map in order to find my way out. I took advantage of the lack of Sadiq's presence one day and I arranged for a boat to meet me on the docks during the dead of night to take me back home.
I was having mixed feelings about leaving though. Part of me didn't want to leave. I was fascinated with the city and its culture, there were so many things I wanted to do and see, but I wanted to go home at the same time. And then there was the issue of Sadiq, I was so confused. Part of me hated Sadiq with every fiber of being and another part of me liked him and sympathized with him. He was kind to me and he never hurt me, even if I deserved it. And I couldn't help feel guilty about what my mother had done to him. Sadiq didn't ever say anything but I knew it really screwed him up. But I still hated him for taking me away from my home, from my people.
I decided not to let my curiosity and sympathy get the better of me. I would be able to stay here only for a while longer before I would grow bored and want to go home, even more than I did now. And I felt bad for leaving Sadiq after everything he'd done for me, but I wanted my freedom back, I wanted to go home. And if I didn't leave soon I wasn't sure I would ever be able to get out.
And so my plan was set into action. Sadiq tucked me into bed as usual and said something to me in Turkish I couldn't interpret and then kissed my forehead. It had been a rough day, all day Sadiq kept asking why I was acting strange and I had to keep my cool and pretend like nothing was going on. It hadn't been easy; I had almost slipped up a couple of times. After Sadiq left it was only a matter of waiting. I waited until the dead of night to sneak out of Sadiq's palace. He had been letting me sleep in my room alone at night, and that made things easier. I only took one bag with me, and in that bag was my favorite cat, Pandora. I could feel her moving back and forth in the bag, but I was thankful she was being quiet. I would come back for the others later.
The palace halls were dark and deserted, Sadiq would be asleep in the next room, so if I got out of this one hallway without making a sound, I was home free. Or at least that's what I thought. There was something very eerie about the place at night when no one was around. I tip-toed my way down the long hall and tried to make out what I had drawn on the map. But it was very hard to see without any light. Crap, I hadn't thought about that. I would just have to try to go on memory. I slinked down the hall as noiselessly as a cat and turned the corner.
I knew that I had to go straight down the first corridor and then make a right, but after that, I had no clue. As I crept along I began to feel an extreme amount of fear, if Sadiq caught me, I would be in for it. Pandora made a loud mewling sound. I jumped about a foot in the air. "Shh, Pandi, do you want us to get caught?" I whispered to the black and white cat still inside my bag. As I rounded another corner I bumped into a large statue, as it fell, everything went in slow motion. I covered my mouth to stop from screaming "No!" There was a deafening crash that would wake the dead.
I took off running. Sadiq must have heard that. There was no possible way he couldn't have. I went hurtling down the hallway running as fast as I could. I kept running tearing around corners and knocking more stuff over. I was screwed; I was so screwed, unless by some miracle I managed to get to that damned boat. I just kept running praying to the gods that I would find the door. I ran down hallway after hallway, searching desperately for the exit.
And then something amazing happened, I turned a corner and there was the main exit that let straight out into the city. I sprinted towards it but all of a sudden I was yanked backwards by the collar of my tunic. Someone had caught me, and I could easily guess who. I could feel Sadiq standing behind me; I could just sense the rage radiating from him. Oh, fuck, I was dead. And I had been so close, so close to freedom!
"What do you think you're doing?!" he roared. He tore the bag off my back spinning me around to face him. An angry Pandora came lunging out of the bag, and managed to scratch Sadiq on the arm as she went hurtling in the other direction. This seemed to just enrage him more. He was shaking me violently now. I closed my eyes tight, praying that whatever he had in store for me, it would be quick. "Answer me!" he yelled.
"I…don't... know." I squeaked out.
"You were trying to run away. I know it!" He held up the map of the palace I hand drawn. I must have dropped it somewhere along my way running here. I just stood there gazing at him totally petrified. "I trusted that you could take care of yourself, and this is what you do with that trust?" he demanded shaking the piece of paper in my face. I winced fearfully. He grabbed me roughly by my arm and started to drag me along the dark corridors. "I'll teach you to run away from me." He muttered darkly. " I warned you about this Heracles!"
I had never seen him this upset; he looked out of his mind with rage. If I didn't know better, I would say he was seeing red. I was panicked; there was no getting out of whatever punishment Sadiq had in store for me. And I knew it would be harsh. I was scared to death that he would kill me. "I can't believe you would try this! After everything I have done for you, after all that crap I've put up with. After everything I told you! I never expected you to do this!" he said lividly. "No more, Heracles, I refuse to tolerate this any longer!"
Sadiq hurled me violently into a room. My body fell heavily onto the hard stone floor. I groaned in pain. Tears were already running down face. Sadiq stormed in looking like an angry bull ready to attack. I cowered away from him. I was in a stone room of some kind; it looked like a torture chamber. The room had chains and whips hanging on the wall. This had been a huge mistake. He was going to kill me; I could just tell by the anger in his eyes. It was the most terrifying thing I had ever experienced. I didn't want to die; I really didn't want to die. I prayed to Demeter to protect me. Please, just let me live through this.
"You dare try to escape?!" Sadiq roared at the top of his lungs. "After everything I've done for you?" he looked insane. His eyes glowered into mine. Once again, I backed away towards the wall. He moved forward and struck me hard in the face. I tried not to make a sound, but it didn't work, I made a pathetic sounding yelping noise.
He violently ripped off my clothes and threw them aside. Oh god, I knew what was coming. Please anything but that. I couldn't stand even the thought of it. I was suddenly force to my feet. Sadiq dragged me over to the center of the room where there were a set of chains hanging from the ceiling and chains coming up from the floor. He clamped heavy metal shackles around my wrists and ankles so I was spread eagle standing up. I was going to die, he was going to torture me, then kill me. I would die trying to be free, like my people had done for me, at least I had that. But I couldn't let my nation die. No, I couldn't let my people down; I would do what I had to, to stay alive.
Sadiq had walked over and grabbed the biggest whip on the wall. I gulped squeezing my eyes tightly shut. I heard Sadiq walk over to me and then I felt his hand caressing my face and then suddenly he slapped me hard. "Look at me!" he demanded. I opened my eyes to see him face to face with me barely an inch apart. He had a slave collar in his hand and he put it securely around my neck. "You belong to me, and I will not tolerate this!" he walked backwards and then suddenly and without warning struck me with the whip. I cried out in pain.
He was circling around me like an angry, wild dog now. That look in his eyes was enough to kill. I knew he was seeing red; there was no other explanation for this. Sadiq would never do this under a cool, calm mind. "I cannot believe you would do this to me," Sadiq howled. "No not my Heracles, he would never do this to me."
I bite my tongue; I wanted to say I wasn't his anything. I belonged to myself. But that would surely enrage him even more, which I definitely did not want to happen. He struck me hard with the whip again. "Does that hurt Heracles?" he demanded. I didn't say anything. "That's nothing compared to the pain of your betrayal. Is it really that awful here, that you felt the need to do this?"
I couldn't help thinking that he was being mellow-dramatic. It was such an inappropriate thought when the man held my life in his hand. But this was the risk I had taken to be free. I knew now though, I probably would never be free, he would never let me go. But I had never expected him do to this. He struck me with the whip again, apparently determined to make me feel as much pain as possible, and he was off to a good start. My body was already injured from the abduction and the whip hit one of my broken ribs. I gave a blood curdling scream. It was pure agony. I wanted to go home; I wanted to be anywhere but here. "Answer me!" he shouted.
"No," I whimpered. Yes it was. Yes, it absolutely was that awful.
"Then what exactly possessed you to do this?" Sadiq demanded and cracked the whip against my back again, hitting a cut from a previous blow. I moaned. It hurt so damn much. "When I speak to you, you will answer me!" Sadiq growled.
"I don't know." I sobbed.
"I love you, you know," Sadiq said to me. "But is that ever good enough? No, apparently Heracles feels so god damn entitled to whatever he wants. Well that's not the way life works!" he shouted and hit me again.
I had no idea what he was talking about. "You are mine, like it or not." He told me. It hurt too much to really think about anything else. All I knew was that I felt like I would die here.
He hit me several times more times, over and over again. I knew he was saying something, but I couldn't make out the words, through the pain. "Please, no, please stop." I begged. I couldn't take much more of this.
"You want me to stop?" Sadiq asked.
"Yes, please, please make it stop." I whimpered. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to show him my weakness, but this was too much.
"I can't do that, not until you've learned your place." He growled.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again." I pleaded. And I probably wouldn't try it again after this.
"Don't lie to me! You are not sorry, you're only sorry you got caught!" he snarled with another strike.
"No, I mean it!" I said, half shrieking as I struggled against the chains that bound me and forced me to endure whatever sick torture method he had in store.
He shook his head disbelievingly. "Do you not understand you can not win this battle?" Sadiq demanded. "There is nowhere for you to go; even if you had managed to escape, I would hunt you down like a dog and take back what is mine." Another crack of the whip sounded through the air and sliced at my already raw, injured skin.
I could not endure this any longer. My entire back was bleeding now; his last strike had been to the back of my knees and they buckled under the pain. "Please, just stop!" I begged. "I'm yours! Please just stop it. It hurts so much." I whimpered.
Sadiq walked over to me and put his face about an inch away from mine. It looked like he was analyzing me. "You had better not forget it, Heracles. You are mine and you will always be mine!"
"Yes, fine, I'm yours." I begged. "Please stop this, it hurts so much. I'm sorry."
"Damn right you're sorry." Sadiq said looking sickly satisfied at my pain..
"Then let me go." I sobbed. "Please let me go. It hurts. Please, I'll do anything, just make it stop." The heavy metal restraints were digging into my wrists and ankles making them bleed. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. I hated him. Tears were still streaming down my face. They burned the cuts as they fell.
Sadiq looked at me for a long moment then his expression changed drastically, he looked devious. He threw the whip aside, thank god. He approached me and smashed his lips onto mine. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just followed his lead. I did my best not to be repulsed. I tried to pretend it was anyone else kissing me. His one hand entangled itself it my hair and the other was clutching at my butt. I didn't care what he did to me as long as he let me down from these chains.
Sadiq reached up and freed my wrists from the shackles. I fell heavily on to the hard stone floor. I sighed in relief, the cold stones felt heavenly against my injured body. I thought that the torture was done with, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Sadiq walked away and grabbed something, I didn't pay attention; I was too absorbed in my pain to notice. When he came back he forced me facedown into the floor and grabbed my wrists and tied them behind my back.
He grabbed me by the collar that was still around my neck and forced me onto my knees. I closed my eyes tightly. He was kneeling behind me and I could feel his organ pressed against me. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I felt sick and humiliated. He started nibbling on my ear and whispered into to it. "You said anything. I have wanted to do this for so long." And then his mouth moved on to sucking and biting my neck. It felt so good and yet so awful. Sadiq's hands were running up and down my chest and they inched lower and lower. He gently grazed the tip of my member and my back arched and I uttered a small noise of pleasure. Mixed in with a noise of disgust at myself, for letting myself enjoy what this sadistic bastard was doing.
I could feel Sadiq grinning against my shoulder, where he was currently nipping at. His hands wandered back up to my stomach and he was stroking it lightly making shivers of pleasure run down my spine. "Stop...it." I choked out. I hated this; I wanted him to get the hell off me. And then all of a sudden he pushed me down onto my stomach and plunged himself into me. I let out scream. It was agonizing pain, it didn't even compare to the torture I had just endured. My muscles burned, I felt like Sadiq would break me if he even moved an inch. I wanted him out of me, I felt so violated. "Ah, no, please, stop it." I begged fresh tears streaming down my face
And then Sadiq began to thrust into me and the pain intensified, but now had a hint of pleasure, he was hitting against a tender spot every time he made a movement, making it feel good. But it still hurt like a bitch. Sadiq was making disgusting grunting noises that made me want to vomit. I couldn't think, my mind had shut off and pure ecstasy was pulsing through my body. I couldn't help the moans now. Sadiq had reached under me and it only took a few minutes before I was gone. I wanted to collapse against the floor but Sadiq had grabbed a hold of me around my waist and forced me to stay up. It didn't take long for Sadiq to finish up though. He collapsed on top of me and was panting heavily.
I moaned, he was heavy on top of me. And he was still inside of me which felt so awful. After a few long moments he pulled out and he got up. I felt so sick and so violated and used. I felt so dirty. I curled up into a ball with my arms still tied behind my back. Now blood was trickling down my legs from my butt. It felt so disgusting. I didn't know what was worse, my mental anguish or the physical pain. I didn't notice where Sadiq had gone and I didn't care. I felt so broken, and I felt hopeless. Sadiq would never let me go. And there was no point trying if this was the consequence. All of a sudden Sadiq was leaning over me straitening my body so I was face down again. I feared he was going to rape me again. "Oh god, please no, I can't take this anymore!" I sobbed.
And then I felt a white hot burning on my ass, and I screamed and turned my head around to see what he was doing, but I couldn't. It only lasted a few seconds but the pain seemed to last forever. Eventually the main source of the heat was pulled away but it still hurt like hell. I saw Sadiq walking away with a red hot poker, the tip in the shape of the Turkish symbol. That sick bastard had branded me.
Sadiq threw the poker back into its holder next to a fireplace I hadn't noticed before. He walked back over to me and stood over me, apparently admiring his work. "Now you won't ever forget who you belong to. You are mine."
Author's Note:
Hey everyone, see I promised you it would be up soon. So this is my first attempt at writing a sex/rape scene so please don't bludgeon me to death.
And I know nobody cares but Pandora is the name of my own recently deceased kitty. It's kind of my weird way of honoring her.
And I need to thank Earth-Fire and Wicca cause she's awesome and she edits for me. And she listens to me rant about Sadiq chapter at 4am, so for that, she wins at life.
Anyway, I like this chapter a lot and really want to know what you guys think of it. As always I want to thank my reviewers/favoriters/alerters you all are just totally awesome.
Chap 9 is sure to be epic and will be up as soon as possible
