Shadow's First Life

Chapter X

The Violation

A.N. This chapter is my reason for the M rating. Some may ask "Why?"
I want Shadow to be a fallen angel, to be as pure and kind as possible. The more pure the heart, the greater the burden needed to crush it...
I will not be held responsible for mental disturbance caused by this chapter. Therefore, I tell you this:
Warning. This chapter contains graphic descriptions of sexual abuse.

My mood drifted downwards after the most recent attack. My fear was no longer fear alone, it had grown. A seed of fear was planted in my heart. It started small, but it grew steadily and its somber form developed into anger. The seed depended on my suffering to feed its growth. Its roots chocked me, crushed me; the fragile flower that I was became overgrown by this sinister evil. The corruption eventually evolved into hate. Fear becomes Anger. Anger becomes Hate. The trouble of my life had started years before that, but the worst of it was still to come.

The door I burned with hatred was never replaced. The panel was left in its destroyed state. I do not remember where exactly the door is, but one who was to doubt that I ever was beaten can find it there, burned and black. The shards of the frozen knife are there too. The room is exactly as it was on that day. Even my blood is there, dried up in brown stains.

Adam was my new friend. I felt better when he showed up to take care of me. He did not show up very often, since my parents usually could manage to care for me. Yet a friendship grew between Adam and me. He cared for me. He helped me with trouble in school at times, he played with me, and we talked about different subjects and likes and dislikes. I trusted him. I believed in him and loved him. He was my friend.

On one night a year after I first met Adam, I was sleeping in my bed. The sleep I gained was not restless, but it also was not of great quality. The last thing I remember before waking up was the sleepy floating sensation of my body and the darkness of my room, only lit by a single nightlight out in the hallway...

I had a dream that had a feeling of emptiness. I only can remember it because I woke up in the middle of the dream. In this dream, I was lying on my back against a large flat stone. I could not move, but it did not seem very strange in the dream. I stared into a grey, rainy sky. Lightning occasionally flashed and thunder would bellow a moment afterwards. I could look around. My hands were spread out, pinned down by two large boulders. My feet were also wedged beneath another stone. Beyond me was nothing but a storming sky and an endless surface of cold rock.

When I awoke, I realized that I really was lying against something cold and hard. I was on a metal table in a brightly lit room of cold steel, and I was not alone. Three other people were there with me. The two men that broke my arm were there. Rick was there, with his brown hair and glaring eyes. The man with red hair was there. But someone I did not expect to see with them was there... Adam. Adam? What are you doing? I spoke up reluctantly. "Adam? What are you doing? Help me get out of this place, I want to go home." I stopped when I noticed his eyes were dazed, as well as the two others.

The faint odor of alcohol lingered in the air. Adam replied with a slurring voice. He was drunk. "Nope, sorry." "Please let me out of here," I repeated, fear in my voice. "Project, we have to get something from you." It was the redhead that spoke. My hopes gradually decreased with each passing moment. Rick looked to his partner. "Get the whip, Jack," he said with a dark smile. I swallowed. Whip? They have a whip? The thought repeated itself in my head. Jack pulled out a black coil of rubber, dangling it in his hand as he held it to my face. His breath had the strong, thick stench of alcohol on it.

My eyes widened. They have a whip. They have a whip! They have a whip! My heartbeat quickened and my mouth gaped open. Adam turned to leave the room that was my prison. I did not notice at first, but a brown bottle was dangling in his hand. Jack uncurled the whip and Rick cracked his knuckles. "This thing is going to pay for what it did to us," Jack said with malevolence. Why should I pay? What did I do!? My heart skipped a beat as cold chills crawled up my spine.

A loud splitting noise filled the air as something slapped my chest and left a sting. "Ow!!" I cried out in shock. I was whipped again. My skin burned from the whip's punishment. Stop it! The whip struck a third time. I cringed and gritted my teeth. I cried out, "That hurts! Stop it! Stop it now!" My protest was received by cruel laughter. The whipping stopped. My ears perked up as my closed eyes opened in wonder. A blur of light became black as something hard hit my face. "Ahhh!" I screamed in fear. My face ached.

More laughter sounded out as I took deep breaths in panic. "Why are you laughing!? That hurts!" I protested ardently. "We want you to hurt, Project," was the answer when a blow to my stomach made me lose my breath. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. "This evil beast will pay!" Jack yelled out. "Stop it! I am not evil! What did I do?" I asked with frightened voice. My eyes watered as I watched them through blurred vision, distorted by my tears. Jack slapped me in the face with force that caused my lip to bleed. Pain let a whimper out of my mouth. "Be quiet!" Rick bellowed as he punched my cheek. I screamed. "No!! Stop it!" I cried. Both of the brutes waited for me.

In rage, I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists and my heart ignited into an inferno of emotion. Dark flames flowed over my body as a draft caused wind in the room to flow around. Both of my captors had fear in their eyes. "Let. Me. Go." I said with anger. My command was met with the whip. The sting hurt my arm.

I cried out in anger and concentrated my rage. The flame of black around me turned red, casting a red light through the room. "Arghhh!" I pulled my arms up and sat up on the table, noticing that hot metal lingered in the air and the cuffs that once restrained me had melted, and some of the red-hot metal rolled off of my sore wrists. The afflicted wounds were fading away and I glared at Rick with hatred.

I stood on the table. Rick glanced in panic at the door. "Adam! He is loose!" he yelled in fear and the door opened. Adam had a thing that looked like a collar. He startled me, so Jack kicked my head and everything was black as I fell to the floor...

I woke up again, bothered by throbbing pain in my head. I was back in the room again. Rick, Jack, and Adam watched me. I will not be beaten again! Not now! I focused on the familiar energy of Chaos to escape, knowing I was tied up again, but I lost control as a searing pain tore through my body. "Owww!!!" The men laughed. What is going on! I felt something on my neck. The collar was on me. "Project, you think you are so smart. You are stupid. We got a special collar for you if you start acting up," Rick boasted to me, and Jack and Adam laughed.

"Adam! Why are you letting them hurt me? Why?" The three men were still drunk. "Because, I want something from you," he replied. A fist slammed into my side and my body jolted under its impact. I cried out in shock. Another blow hit my face. My head lurched as my mouth started to bleed and my cheek was hurting. I started gasping in panic. I saw a glint of metal, and I focused to see it. "I got a shiny new wrench for you," Rick said with a chuckle. My heart sank as tears started to roll out of my eyes. A terrible blow struck my arm, causing pain to erupt from its strike.

"Ahhh!" I cried out. "Stop! STOP IT! STOP THIS NOW!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. More strikes hit me on my head. My brain ached brutally as it hit against my skull. "NOO!!!" Tears rained out of my eyes in a downpour. I tried to call on Chaos again, this time with determination. Pain soon started to join my wounds as the collar shocked me, but I persisted in an attempt to overwhelm it. The pain was too great! I screamed as the device shocked me! "AHHH!" I lost my energy. All three of the men laughed at my misery. I was exhausted and stopped struggling.

What will they do now? I asked myself with the last part of my strength. My head, chest, and side throbbed harshly without relent. More tears fled my eyes. "Now we will have our fun," Rick said drunkenly. I heard the sound of zippers. I let out a sob. Not that! NOT THAT! "NOO!!!!" My face was hit with a solid strike, causing my scream to end. I stared to the side of me blankly and saw Rick's waist. His penis was out. This can't be... I thought tiredly.

Not a moment passed before his penis was in my face. I looked up at him with my flooded eyes. "I can't," I whispered as my ears folded back. "Suck it," he ordered. He made his erection prod my lips. I was too weary to fight back, so I licked his genital. He thrust it into my mouth, causing me to choke.

The end of his penis was in my throat. More tears dripped out of my eyes. My cheeks burned in shame as Rick moaned in pleasure. I waited several minutes as he pushed repeatedly into my throat. I could not breathe when his penis was in my throat, since I choked on him. After more thrusts, he sighed as a moist fluid squirted out of his penis, and it trickled down my cheeks, leaving a wet, whitish trail.

He pulled out. Jack was next. I was completely ashamed. Why are they doing this to me? Why? Why? Tears left wet stains on my muzzle as I opened my mouth for Jack's privates. My cheeks burned in humiliation. My self esteem was plunging directly into hell...

Adam was last. I thought he was my friend. He did not need my mouth. He took my pajamas off to access my bottom. Adam... Why? Why? WHY?? I started sobbing. The bastard betrayed me. Adam hurt me by using me when had I trusted him. Something thick prodded against my tail. I covered my bottom with my tail. I looked at Adam with tears in my reddened eyes and shame.

"Move your tail, brat," Adam warned. I sobbed quietly. I rasped in a whisper, "I can't." Adam growled and grabbed my tail with his hand and pinned it down as he sat on my knees. "Adam?" I whispered. Jack sighed in anger as Rick protested. "Shut up!" I shuddered at his remark. I have been tortured, beaten, and raped by two men. Now that would be three men... "Adam! Please don't do it!" I pleaded. My supposed friend ignored my plea and sobs.

He thrust in quickly. "OWWW!!!!" His penis ripped apart my insides. I sobbed as he pulled out and pushed back in. My insides ached intensely and I cried out in pain. The penetration lasted for eons. Adam thrust harder and harder, causing more hurt for my rectum and anus. I cried. My chest shuddered as my throat burned.

WHY!!? "WHY!? ADAM!! THAT HURTS!! WHY!?" I sobbed. Adam thrust into me one final time. I felt something wet enter my body, and it burned the wounds inside of me. I cried out again. "OWWW!!!" He pulled out after he sighed in relief, and his penis was wet and red with blood... my blood. My face was burning in shame.

The three men then gathered around me. I wanted to hide! I wanted to scream! I wanted my heart to stop hurting! I wanted to die! But I could not. The men that raped me laughed. I continued sobbing and choked on my breath, writhing in fear. My heart was burning. My heart was not broken. It was crushed. It now was a pile of ashes that burned in pain and in ultimate shame...

Why? Why did you rape me? Do you have any idea how humiliated I feel? Do you even care? I was too overwhelmed to cry any more. I muttered softly as I closed my tearing eyes. "I hate you..." Would the statement change anything? I doubt it. Yet I did not care about changing the future. My life was over. My heart hurt with such an intensity, that if one was to carve it out of my chest and lay it onto a stone, the stone would melt as my heart burned through it! I would have welcomed the removal of my heart! I felt like my life was ruined! I wanted Death to take me in her cold arms and end my pain...