Gilded Nightmares
by
Indigo X
(Quick Author Notes: Yep, this story's still going, y'all! This is a seriously brutal chapter, folks. Don't read it without a light on. And if the subject of rape bothers you... well, you WERE warned in the summary, friend.
Insert ownership blatherskite here.)
v.
shatter.
(Rob)
It's dark. And cold.
I can't see a thing.
I am sore all over. He did a good job of beating me into submission. Well, kind of. He beat me, but I did not submit, however I'm hurting too much to fight him physically. But he hasen't broken me mentally. Not yet, anyway...
I feel that touch again. Those fingers caressing my neck and shoulders, so feather-light, as if he'd break me if he touched me too hard. It makes my flesh crawl... Jesus, how long have I been here? And how come nobody's found me yet?
"So beautiful..."
His voice is husky, gravelly. I can feel him push the edge of a piece of metal- a knife, I think- between my shoulder and singlet strap- careful now, you freak, wouldn't want to cut your little prize now- and I can hear the spandex rip away. He does the same to the other strap, and the top falls down.
He makes a little awed noise, excited, and begins to rub those feathery fingertips, so gentle and so cold, across my chest, back, and down my sides. I want to recoil but can't- my arms are chained to something on the ceiling and my feet are dangling above the ground. I can't move, I just hang here helpless as he touches me, sometimes running what I think is his tounge across my skin.
This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Wake up, Rob! C'mon! Damnit, wakeupwakeupwakeUP...
I feel the knife again, again it takes great pains not to break my skin, but tears its way down one leg of my singlet, and then up the other.
It falls away and I hang here naked, like a piece of meat.
Click.
Without warning, I fall to the cold, hard floor. I hear something snap in my arm... It hurts, oh, Jesus it hurts...!
"Oh, I'm sorry, love. Going to have to get that looked at later... but right now, I'm tasting my apple of perfection."
He's laying on top of me, his voice soft, caressing my ear like his touch caressed my shoulders...
Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup...
I hear a zipper being undone, and the crinkle of vinyl being peeled away....
PAIN.
It hurts, it hurts, it HURTS... and he moans, and I cry- yes, I cry, I cry because it hurts and I cry because this is not a dream.
After about twelve eternities, he finally gets his fill, and stops, but still I hurt. Blood courses down my thighs, I can feel it. My broken arm pulses with the rest of my pain, and the tears fall in rythym with the blood.
I think I'm dying... Jesus, please say I'm dying... I can't face the world anymore...
by
Indigo X
(Quick Author Notes: Yep, this story's still going, y'all! This is a seriously brutal chapter, folks. Don't read it without a light on. And if the subject of rape bothers you... well, you WERE warned in the summary, friend.
Insert ownership blatherskite here.)
v.
shatter.
(Rob)
It's dark. And cold.
I can't see a thing.
I am sore all over. He did a good job of beating me into submission. Well, kind of. He beat me, but I did not submit, however I'm hurting too much to fight him physically. But he hasen't broken me mentally. Not yet, anyway...
I feel that touch again. Those fingers caressing my neck and shoulders, so feather-light, as if he'd break me if he touched me too hard. It makes my flesh crawl... Jesus, how long have I been here? And how come nobody's found me yet?
"So beautiful..."
His voice is husky, gravelly. I can feel him push the edge of a piece of metal- a knife, I think- between my shoulder and singlet strap- careful now, you freak, wouldn't want to cut your little prize now- and I can hear the spandex rip away. He does the same to the other strap, and the top falls down.
He makes a little awed noise, excited, and begins to rub those feathery fingertips, so gentle and so cold, across my chest, back, and down my sides. I want to recoil but can't- my arms are chained to something on the ceiling and my feet are dangling above the ground. I can't move, I just hang here helpless as he touches me, sometimes running what I think is his tounge across my skin.
This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Wake up, Rob! C'mon! Damnit, wakeupwakeupwakeUP...
I feel the knife again, again it takes great pains not to break my skin, but tears its way down one leg of my singlet, and then up the other.
It falls away and I hang here naked, like a piece of meat.
Click.
Without warning, I fall to the cold, hard floor. I hear something snap in my arm... It hurts, oh, Jesus it hurts...!
"Oh, I'm sorry, love. Going to have to get that looked at later... but right now, I'm tasting my apple of perfection."
He's laying on top of me, his voice soft, caressing my ear like his touch caressed my shoulders...
Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup...
I hear a zipper being undone, and the crinkle of vinyl being peeled away....
PAIN.
It hurts, it hurts, it HURTS... and he moans, and I cry- yes, I cry, I cry because it hurts and I cry because this is not a dream.
After about twelve eternities, he finally gets his fill, and stops, but still I hurt. Blood courses down my thighs, I can feel it. My broken arm pulses with the rest of my pain, and the tears fall in rythym with the blood.
I think I'm dying... Jesus, please say I'm dying... I can't face the world anymore...