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Trespass – Chapter 18.
Vic was so completely focused on Dutch that he was taken by surprise when the second gunman moved into his field of vision, getting on top of the bed and grabbing Dutch. Instinctively Vic made a move towards the bed trying to rise up from his knees, but was prevented from doing so by the first gunman, who was by him, placing a firm hand onto his shoulder. He pressed down forcing Vic to stay kneeling and then he could feel the cold metal of the barrel of the man's gun being pressed against his cheek.
"Ah, ah, ah that's enough of that…don't want to disturb the lovebirds now do we?" He laughed.
"You're sick…" Vic replied, his tone cold.
"Oh you don't know what you're missing." The gunman said.
He trailed the gun down Vic's cheek and moved it back until he could feel the small, perfect circle of the barrel pressing into the soft flesh under his right ear.
"A guy like you, don't tell me you haven't thought about it huh…just taking what you want." The gunman's head was next to Vic's, and he could feel the warmth of his breath as it moved by his ear as he spoke.
"Shut up." Vic muttered to that poisonous voice through gritted teeth.
"It was great you know…holding him down, making him submit. Forcing my way inside him when everything about him was trying to keep me out. I was stronger though and I was the first…no one else had ever touched him like that. Do you know what it's like…it's so tight it's almost painful you know, but you can feel his body give in, you can feel your flesh tearing into him. Then you feel the blood…hot and slick making it easier, smoothing the way. His own body betraying him, making it easier for you to push yourself all the way inside. Looking into his face while I was doing him, looking into his eyes…all that pain and fear, watching him cry. Jesus just makes you harder. I knew you were watching, watching everytime I forced my way into him…making him scream. You liked it didn't you, I can tell? Did it turn you on…make you hard? Would you like a go after my friend finishes with him…we can hold him down for you if you'd like."
Vic felt sick, God how warped were these two.
"Come on man get on with your sloppy seconds I think the tough guy here might want a taste when you're through"
Vic looked up and could see Dutch's pale, tear-streaked face, his eyes pain-filled and haunted, looking at the gunman behind him.
"Shut up you sick prick. When this is over I'm going to find you and fucking kill you." Vic vowed the fury he felt evident in every syllable.
The gunman's grip on his shoulder tightened, and he pressed the gun harder into Vic's skin as he hissed,
"Keep your mouth shut and watch motherfucker, or I'll forget that little deal we've got and just kill the pair of you when we're done."
The sound of Dutch crying out in pain jolted through Vic, and he felt something cold and deadly settle deep inside himself as the second gunman began thrusting, and grunting, and clawing at Dutch while his screams were muffled by the bed underneath him. When Dutch's cries of terror, pain and distress became soft whimpers and sobs the man by Vic couldn't resist leaning into him again to gloat,
"If you want a turn here's a little tip for you. Be as rough as you can be…the more brutal you are the more pain you'll cause him. The more it hurts the more he'll clench up trying to stop you and then the tighter he'll be and the better a fuck he'll be for you."
Vic saw red, his temper hot and all consuming and this was too much. He forgot about the gun and jerked his head back hoping to hit the gunman in the face, wanting to inflict as much damage as he could. Unfortunately, the man had been expecting it and dodged back and around using the butt of the gun to smack Vic in the face. Pain flashed through him and the force of the blow knocked him down to the floor. Blood was running hot from his nose, down over his chin and onto his tee shirt.
"Try that again and I won't kill you…I'll kill him, understand?" The gunman threatened.
When Vic didn't respond he pointed the gun towards the bed where a shout of,
"Jesus, yes!"
Signaled the completion of Dutch's second rape.
"I said understand!" The first gunman reiterated.
"Yes, yes I understand." Vic was forced to conceded.
"Good now get up and get over by the wall. I've just had an idea." The man told him grinning.
Vic stopped unable to continue knowing that as bad as his narrative had been so far at least all he was guilty of was failing to act, now it would be so much worse, so much more unforgivable. He was no longer a passive participant in the events that took place in that room, but he was about to become an active participant in them instead.
God he couldn't forgive himself for what he'd done to Dutch how would Claudette feel when she heard what had happened, Christ she'd probably want to kill him. It wouldn't only be Claudette either Aceveda would know, and although he didn't exactly have a good opinion of Vic already at least he didn't view him as a pervert, a rapist. It was a difficult thought but that was exactly what Vic felt like, it was what those two sicko's had made him into. There was no escaping it though he couldn't cover it up, even if for some reason Dutch didn't tell them when he woke up the physical evidence was indisputable. Looking over at the others he braced himself for the reactions his confession was going to elicit from them.
"Do you think you can carry on Detective Mackey?" Lehane asked.
Vic knew that Lehane would be eager to get the statement finished and start the investigation moving forward.
"There's something you have to know…something…something difficult." Vic stumbled over the words wishing with every fibre of his body that he didn't have to tell anyone this, wishing it had never happened.
"Oh you don't think listening to all this hasn't been difficult enough!" Claudette demanded. "Jesus Vic did you do anything to help him…I mean God you just let those two animals do what ever they wanted to Dutch and you did nothing!"
Vic could see the anger, confusion and despair in her face as she lashed out at him, the nearest and most convenient target for her to vent her frustrations onto. He didn't blame her and sat still letting her fury wash over him as he gazed at the floor. He was surprised when it was Aceveda who came to his defense.
"Claudette… Detective Wyms!" He barked sharply. "Don't say something you're going to regret later. Let's allow Vic to finish his statement."
Claudette scowled at them both crossing her arms and turning partially away from them.
Taking a breath Vic plunged on before his courage deserted him,
"When the lab analyses the rape kit the doctors took in the ER their going to find the semen samples from the two men. When they look at the mouth swab they're…um…they're going to find DNA from a third man."
"Three, but I thought you said there were two attackers." Gregory interrupted sounding confused.
Wishing himself anywhere but here, wishing he had his hands around the throats of those two bastards right now Vic swallowed and said sadly,
"There was two…the third sample will be mine."