Chapter 2-
"Ah, Son Rêve Secret. Oui, C'est foutu."
Translation: "Ah, Son Rêve Secret. (Her secret dreams… I think.) Yeah, this is fucked up."
He was about to enter the building when he noticed a sign on the door.
--Sorry. We are out to lunch, so if you could enter in the back and wait for us to return, that would be lovely. Thank you. Signed, Mme et Mr .—
"Great. This could not have happened at any other time." Finch muttered, kicking a soda can into the alleyway in the back. He pulled on the door handle, but it didn't budge. He yanked it again, but he realized that it was locked. He was not pleased.
"Oh, fuck." He muttered, feeling guilty about using the word. He remembered the first time he had used it. He was only copying his father, who used the word constantly. In fact, he used the word more often than a sailor who trucked in the off-season. He'd only been maybe 7 at the time, and he was sitting on the floor, playing with his Matchbox cars. He accidentally sent one of the cars rolling along the hardwood, and down into a vent cover. The word had slipped out of his mouth before he even had a chance to stop it. His mother pushed open the swinging door and backhanded her son-- Not enough to cause damage, but just enough so that she got her point across. She then proceeded to give him a taste of a bar of soap.
Finch couldn't help but smile at the thought of the foul tasting, yet nice smelling cleaning agent. He'd tasted that bar of soap until… well, until she left him. To kill time, he began to sing.
"Wake me up, before you go-go, don't leave me hangin' on like a yo-yo. Wake me up, before you go-go…" He sang, keeping himself cheerful. He thought it rather odd that a 38 year-old man would sing 'Wham!' tunes, but then again, he liked 'Wham!' in their heyday. Well, he went to one concert, but that was to pick up chicks. He smiled politely at a large cloaked figure that was rounding the corner.
"I suppose you are waiting for Madame Moreau to return, no?" The tall man asked, laying on his thick French accent.
"Yeah, I'm picking up an order from Nina Van Horn." Finch said, trying to make conversation. He kept his eyes on the street, and so he couldn't see the large man make his move. The man took one of his large meaty hands and grabbed Finch by his neck. He pushed the small man into the wall and then clapped his free hand over Finch's mouth.
"Keep your mouth shut, or you will die a very painful death. You understand me, you little whore?" The large man said, dropping the fake accent. Finch nodded in fear, afraid to even close his eyes. His assailant grabbed him, and whirled him around, smashing him up against the wall again. Finch felt the hands exploring his lower regions, fumbling around his zipper.
Please, God… Anyone… Please help me! Please don't let this happen! He thought, trying his hardest not to cry. He felt the hand yank his pants down, exposing his rear end. He didn't like what was about to happen.
"Aww, such a tight little ass. I bet you're a virgin, aren't you?" The man laughed, cruelly slapping Finch's butt. The smaller man could no longer hold his tears. He held his breath, trying not to think. He wished he could muster up the strength to scream, or run, but he was too small. He was not able to protect himself.
He felt the man press his penis up against him. He closed his eyes and whimpered in fear.
"Didn't I tell you to keep quiet?" The man hissed, slapping Finch in the back of the head. He thrust his hips forward into Finch's small body. As a result, Finch was slammed up against the wall, sending a surge of agony throughout his entire body. With each thrust his attacker made, he fought the growing urge not to cry and scream. Finally, he could not take it any longer.
"Please, stop! I'll do anything, just please, stop!" Dennis quietly sobbed, the tears streaming down his face. Even his assailant could barely hear it, but that was enough. The man was angered, and Finch knew it. He silently prayed to whatever Gods were listening, that his assailant would just leave him alone.
"Nighty-night." The attacker said, and then suddenly he heard a loud crack, and a sharp, throbbing pain upside his head. Then, everything went dark.
