An: TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE. Dark content ahead.
She tries to keep calm but her breath is getting faster involuntarily. Abel struggles to sit up next to her. He's trying to move in front of her protectively and the man just watches them in silence.
"Enough." He orders and Abel freezes, glaring at the man.
"Who are you?" He demands and the man ignores him, looking instead at Willow. She glares back defiantly, trying to hide her trembling.
"Just another biker." He says smoothly, taking a step closer and Abel presses himself against Willow.
"Why did you take us?" Abel yells and he keeps walking, fixated on Willow. Abel is shaking next to her and she's sure it's not because he's frightened. The man stops a couple steps away from her and tilts his head.
"You're prettier in person." He says thoughtfully and Abel roars with anger. "Calm down." He snaps, kicking Abel in the stomach. Abel doubles over, retching.
"Now Paul, I said enough violence." A voice says and a man in a suit walks in, wiping his hands carelessly. He's older, with silver hair buzzed short, wearing a suit and tie. "I want to talk to them." He stops, staring down at them. "What's your name?" He asks, looking at Abel.
"Go… To… Hell." Abel coughs, spitting blood.
"I've already been there." He says smoothly. "If you don't tell me, I'll let Paul here continue with the violence." He threatens and Abel stares up at him. "Oh, not against you though. Willow here should be a suitable candidate." He says and Abel lashes out again.
"Abel… Teller." He hisses and the man raises his eyebrows.
"Well, it seems as though I went to get a horse and instead found a unicorn." He says, his eye flickering from Abel to Willow before remaining on Abel. "I knew you since you were a baby, Abel Teller. I thought you were long gone in the foster system, with your two dead parents." The man clearly takes enjoyment in the way Abel twitches at the mention of his family.
"What do you want?" Abel asks from between gritted teeth.
"Well, first, I wanted SAMCRO to feel pain. I wanted to take their daughter from them, like my daughter was taken from me. I waited until I could come back to the United States safely and could observe… Discovered that so few girls are born to the club and none to Jax Teller, who was dead. So I thought, what should I do? Then I found out that there was a girl that the club loved… A daughter of them all and I thought nothing could be more perfect. I would take her and then they would know what it's like to lose a daughter." He tells them thoughtfully.
"I'll kill you." Abel vows, trying to cover Willow.
"Oh, she's old news now." He says, waving a hand. "I found Jax Teller's son. I wonder if you're more valuable to them than her. Son of the president, grandson to the president and founder. Like I said, my unicorn." He says, turning and walking away before pausing. "Did I ever tell you what I did to your grandma Gemma?" He asks conversationally.
"Go to hell." Abel repeats and the man turns, a manic glint in his eyes.
"I had her raped." He states and Abel goes rigid. "I had my men rape her so that she would be broken. I've decided I'm going to kill you Abel, but Willow… You see, Paul here has developed a little bit of an obsession with her. Begging me to let him steal her and now that he has, he's been asking if she's… His. I think I should allow it, for the time being. Paul, make sure you chain Abel to the wall. I think he should watch but not interfere." He decides, opening the door. "Oh, and don't forget the video camera. I want the entire club to see this."
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU LET ME FUCKING GO YOU ASSHOLE COWARD I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU C'MON FIGHT ME FIGHT ME LIKE A FUCKING MAN YOU ASSWIPE FIGHT ME DON'T TOUCH HER DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER C'MON YOU PIG YOU FATASS PIG FUCKING FIGHT ME I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU COWARD—" Abel bellows as Paul heaves him up and drags him towards the wall, Abel fighting the entire way.
"Shut the fuck up!" He yells and Abel looks positively mad, gnashing his teeth and straining to reach him.
"Fight me you fat ass coward." He jeers. "Fight someone your own size." Paul slams his fist into Abel's mouth, leaving it bloody.
"Shut up." Paul says, leaving Abel chained to the wall. He strains at the end of it, trying in vain to get back to Willow. She is scrabbling to get up, but Paul is quicker. He gets there and grabs her head, slamming it back into the wall. It feels as though her skull has split and she slides down the wall, dazed. Vaguely, she can hear Abel screaming in the background as Paul ties her hands above her head. She thrashes about weakly but his weight is overwhelming.
"Willow I'm sorry." Abel is moaning now. "Willow, I am so, so sorry… Willow… I'LL KILL YOU, YOU FAT BASTARD LEAVE HER ALONE!" He screams, anguished. Willow tries to stay awake but as the man's hand pushes her dress up and tears at her spandex she was wearing underneath, all she can do is turn her head to the left where Abel is tied up.
"It's ok…" She whispers, trying to reassure him. She closes her eyes as she feels the spandex rip at the seams and come off completely. She fades out of consciousness as rough fingers hold her wrists down.
AN: Well this story was rated M for a reason... I didn't name the man and that was intentional, I will reveal it next chapter but I feel like you all might figure it out. Please leave me reviews, and I promise next chapter will be a little bit brighter.