Contains direct dialogue from Season 2, Episode 14; "Born Under a Bad Sign".
'Why do I hear "Crystal Ship" by the doors?', I thought vaguely, coming out of unconsciousness slowly. My head was pounding as the jukebox blared. It felt like the drum solo was playing inside my skull. I had a concussion, at the very least.
Then I felt it. Something sticky was running down the inside of my thigh. A lot of something. So much that I knew he must have raped me again while I was passed out. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the nausea building in my gut. Once... twice... What did it really matter? I had had my virginity stolen, violently, by someone I thought I could trust. That hurt even more than the burn between my legs.
"She's finally awake!", Sam crowed from behind me. He jerked on what I only then realized were handcuffs holding me tightly against a wooden post.
"What the hell is going on? What are you doing?", I spat, cringing from the pain that shot through my head at the sound of my own voice. I jerked my arms, trying to free my wrists and all that did was cause the metal to bite into my skin. I could hear Sam whispering to himself behind me, but it was hard to make out what he was saying. I only really caught the tail end of it. It sounded something like "...play with her a little". This had to be some monster pretending to be Sam. It was the only thing that made sense. I froze when I heard foot steps getting louder as he walked back toward me from behind.
"So what exactly did your mom tell you about how your dad died?", He asked over my shoulder, making me jump.
"You're not Sam", I growled at him.
"Don't be so sure about that." He was talking fast, trying to ignore my accusation. "Answer the question." I bit my tongue and said nothing. I didn't want to discuss this with this... this THING. I just stared straight ahead, hoping he'd get bored and drop it. He only sighed heavily and walked around the back of the pole and sat down on a stool sitting in front of me. He leaned into me, his expression slowly morphing into one of concern, but I knew it wasn't genuine.
Suddenly there was a giant hunting knife in my face and he started stroking my cheek lightly with the flat edge of the blade. I started to tremble and pant in real fear. This... whatever he was... was a real psycho. "Come on. It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that." I felt him turn the knife until the sharp edge was against my skin. His voice became menacing as he repeated his demand. "Answer. The question."
"Fine", I spat at him.
"Fine", he spat right back with a sinister smile. The knife started to migrate south down my neck and over my collarbone and his eyes followed it. I had to take my mind off what he was doing before I started hyperventilating.
"Our dads were in California, Devil's Gate Reservoir. They were setting a trap for some kind of hell-spawn. John was hiding, waiting, and my dad was bait." Sam let out a chuckle, sliding the blade down between my breasts, and stopping it there.
"That's just like John. Oh, I'll bet he dangled Bill like meat on a hook!" Sam twisted the knife against my chest as he stared at the tip, digging into the material of my shirt. "Then what?" He suddenly stood up and walked around behind me. It unnerved me when I couldn't see what he was doing. I had to keep going or I'd come apart.
"The thing showed up. John got too eager, jumped out too soon, and got my dad exposed out in the open. The thing turned around... and killed him." The last three words came out in a broken whisper. It had taken me such a long time to let that pain go. It felt like he was twisting the knife in my heart, making me relive it.
"Hmm... Not quite", he whispered, leaning over my shoulder. My breath caught in my throat and he snickered at my reaction.
"What?", I breathed in confusion. Sam walked back around in front of me, playing with the tip of the huge blade in his hands.
"What? Oh. See, it hurt him. It didn't kill him." He looked down at me and his eyebrows rose up at my shocked expression. "You really don't know the truth, do you? I bet your mom doesn't either." He sat back down on the stool and leaned in close again.
"Know what?", I ground out between clenched teeth. He got that mock look of concern and pity on his face again and put his hand on my shoulder.
"You see, Bill... was all clawed up", Sam said softly. "He was holding his insides in his hands. He was gurgling and... praying to see you and Ellen one more time! So my dad... killed him." Sam rubbed my shoulder with his thumb before leaning closer. His expression suddenly shifted into one of sadistic glee. "Put him out of his misery like a sick dog." That did it. I burst into loud sobs before I could stop myself. I had let him get to me and I hated myself for it.
"You're lying!", I wailed through my tears. He only shook his head, smiling at my pain.
"I'm not. It's true." I shook my head frantically, beginning to pant. "My daddy shot your daddy in the head!" Sam whispered in a sing-song voice. I forced myself to get a grip and stop blubbering. It would get me nowhere. I had to pull myself together.
"How could you know that?", I panted. Sam stood up and walked around behind me again. But was suddenly at my ear again from the backside of the pole.
"I hear things", He whispered before disappearing quickly again. He was suddenly standing next to me, looking down at me, his expression unreadable. He raised the knife quickly and stabbed it into the pole above my head. "Tell me, Jo..." He said softly, his hand sliding slowly down the pole. "I know you've never had sex before..." He smirked at me knowingly. "Well, before ME, anyway." I blanched and looked away. He seemed to enjoy reminding me of that fact. "But, have you ever done... other things with a guy?"
"Wha... what do you mean?" I hoped... no, I prayed that he didn't mean what I thought he meant. Sam rolled his eyes at me and scoffed.
"Come on, Jo! You couldn't have been that sheltered!" His hand dropped from the pole and onto my shoulder, making me flinch. It crept up my neck and cupped my cheek almost tenderly. I growled at him and jerked my face out of his hand.
"Just get to the fuckin' point, you sadistic freak!" Sam only giggled at my outburst. He grabbed both of my shoulders and shoved downward, forcing me down on my knees. The rough wood of the pole dug painfully into my back and arms. I'd be picking splinters out of myself for sure. That is, if I survived the night.
"Alright, then...", Sam whispered, crouching down close to my face. His gaze was piercing and he tilted his head like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. "Have you ever... sucked a dick?" My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped open in shock. And as soon as it did, Sam crammed his thumb into my mouth and grabbed the side of my jaw. I immediately clamped down on his thumb with everything I had. Sam simply growled, bearing his teeth at me. He squeezed my jaw with a grip like a vise and I squealed in agony through my clenched teeth.
"I can squeeze harder than you can, Sweetheart", Sam snarled. Even with the blinding pain, I refused to let up. I wasn't gonna let him violate me again. Not if I could stop it. He squeezed even harder and laughed out loud when I screamed. I heard cracking inside my mouth and felt blinding pain in my jaw. "That's one cracked tooth, Jo! Shall we go for two?" I couldn't take anymore pain and finally relented, relaxing my jaw. Sam loosened his grip but kept his hand firmly rapped around my jaw and his thumb in my mouth. My teeth throbbed with the frantic beating of my heart. Sam stood back up and looked down at me with his hand holding my jaw open wide.
"Now, Jo, if you bite me, you won't have any teeth left to bite with. Understand?", Sam cooed like he was speaking to a toddler. He smiled sweetly at me while he fumbled with his belt, one-handed. I just glared at him. What else could I really do when he was holding my mouth open. His thumb pressed down hard on my fractured tooth and I screeched in pain. "UNDERSTAND?!" I nodded frantically with my eyes squeezed shut and he eased his grip. "Good girl!" When he finally got his cock pulled free of his jeans, I broke into hysterical sobs again, saliva had already started to run over my bottom lip and down my chin.
"NAAAA!", I tried to protest.
"Shhh...", was all he said as he slid his already hard length inside my mouth. But I couldn't stop the tears pouring down my face. "Remember what I said about biting", Sam said flatly before he slowly pulled his thumb from mouth. I seriously thought about biting him, but the sadistic gleam in his eye made me think twice. I really had no choice but to do what he wanted. He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed forward slowly until his dick was against the back of my throat and my nose was nestled in his pubic hair. I gagged and tried to pull my head back, but he grabbed me by the hair and held me close. My lungs began to scream for air and my vision started to blur. He finally pulled back and I greedily gulped in lungfuls of air around his thick rod still in my mouth. When I started to cough, Sam jerked his dick out of my mouth, probably fearing that I might vomit on him.
"PLEASE! ... SAM!", I shouted between hacking coughs. "STOP! ... PLEASE STOP!" I turned my face away when he tried to push back in and he snarled in frustration, grabbing my face. He leaned in so close that our noses were almost touching.
"Oh, Sweetheart...", Sam cooed breathlessly. "I'm only getting started!" He squeezed my cheeks so hard that the cracked tooth broke off at the gum line. I opened my mouth to let out an ear splitting scream and the tooth tumbled out onto the hardwood floor between Sam's feet. "Oops! My bad!", Sam snickered, picking the tooth up and sticking it in his pocket. "Something to remember you by." Sam suddenly looked around and then let out a frustrated sigh. "Always shows up at the most inopportune times!" He tucked himself back in his pants and walked back behind me again. Suddenly I felt Sam trying to shove a knotted piece of cloth into my mouth. I shook my head trying to keep it away.
"What're you doing?!" I whined fearfully.
"Like Daddy like daughter. You're bait. Open up." He finally got the rag in my mouth and tied it tightly around my head. "That's a girl."
"Wha?!"
"Big brother's gonna be here in a second." Suddenly the door burst open and I knew it was him. It just had to be! I couldn't hold back the panic anymore and I screamed his name as best I could around the gag.
"DEEEEEE!"
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