Well I believe that I've had 10 reviews, so here's the next chapter. Enjoy! Or not…as it is…
Dance
Shadi cried out as he was flung across the floor when the door was forced open sharply, the breath being knocked out of him, leaving him gasping between chocked sobs.
He looked up with wide eyes as three men made an entrance, one falling behind to shut the door behind them, turning the lock slowly, almost cruelly, making the sound as the metal slid into place painfully loud. Shadi could almost hear the hiss of 'no escape'.
"Now this really won't do." One spoke up, the man with shoulder-length black hair. The alcohol was evident in his voice, and there was a nasty smirk on his face. "Here we are, trying to give our friend a birthday to remember, and you deny him that?" He took a step forwards, grabbing a handful of the Egyptian's hair when he tried to stand and get away, his pained cry ignored as he was dragged to his feet.
The two other men snickered unpleasantly, following as Hideyuki pulled the terrified blacknette towards the bedroom without and explanation, the door having been left open, so he knew exactly where to go.
"Now, as annoyed as we are, perhaps you had a very good reason…" Hideyuki continued, as though the Egyptian wasn't trying to get away, making soft panicked noises. "Perhaps you didn't know how to give our friend a good time." He sat down on the bed, forcing Shadi down onto his knees in front of him, the other two men lingering in the doorway, or rather, using it to support themselves as they tried to stand up.
"But, seeing as we're such kind gentlemen, we'll teach you, and then maybe, later on, we can go pay Rishid another visit, hmm?" Hand tightening in Shadi's hair, he moved the Egyptian's head in a mockery of a nod, laughing unpleasantly at the blacknette's quiet whimpering.
His fingers left the long black hair after jerking nastily, sending his victim off-balance for a moment, landing on the floor painfully. "Get up and take your clothes off." Hideyuki ordered.
Shadi looked up with wide eyes, dark shadows from the smudged kohl tracing eerie tattoos down his face. He didn't know where he got the courage to shake his head 'no', but he really didn't see that he had a choice. This couldn't be happening.
The man frowned and the snarled as he backhanded the Egyptian hard, sending him to the floor with cry.
"No? No? It wasn't a question!" The two men in the doorway stepped forwards, going to the Egyptian and pulling him to his feet, one holding him still by his hair whilst the other removed his clothes.
Shoving him roughly onto the bed, one of the men, the blonde, removed his belt, the other, a brunet, holding Shadi's hands above his head as they were fastened to the headboard, the leather cutting harshly into his wrists as he struggled, trying to free himself, voice not working enough to beg them to stop.
"Now I was going to ease you into this, be nice, but now I see you're going to be difficult, so it seems I'll have to show you the painful way. For you anyway." Hideyuki said, voice mocking, as though it was all Shadi's fault.
Amber eyes watched with watery disbelieve as the man unfastened his trousers, freeing his already hard cock from its confines. The Egyptian tried to curl up, away from the man, but his ankles were grabbed cruelly, spreading his legs as Hideyuki settled between them, looking at Shadi's face with a sneer.
"Stop…please…please." The Egyptian's voice was pitiful he body shaking in terror as the man loomed closer. His pleas were ignored, hands slipping under his knees, lifting his legs and spreading them further.
"Stop? This is your fault, if you'd just been a good little slut to begin with…" He left the sentence hanging; his eyes sharp and pitiless despite the reek of alcohol drifting from him, filling the room.
The Egyptian flinched sharply, begging again as the tip of the mans shaft pressed at his entrance, and he never heard Hideyuki's unpleasant laugh past his own scream as he was entered in one, unforgiving thrust. The Egyptian could feel as he was torn, blood seeping down to soak the duvet as he was pounded into, never given a chance to even come to grips with fact he was being raped as he was almost bent double, indescribable pain flashing across his entire body.
He thought he was going to die.
He wanted to.
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Almost an hour later, amber eyes flickered open, a soft whimpering escaping his lips as his whole body was jerked, pain flashing everywhere for a moment.
He never remembered passing out, but he supposed he must have at some point, only just able to remember the blonde stumble towards him as the brunet reached completion, crawling off the Egyptian's limp and prone body, joining Hideyuki with a smug smirk. It was just blackness after that.
But he had no doubts the blonde had no issues with using him, conscious or not.
He looked around now to realise he was in a car. His wrists had been freed and he was clothed again, the black material hiding the blood that seeped from his wrists and down between his legs.
"I see you're awake." The driver drawled, Hideyuki of course, not that Shadi knew his name. He was the only one that seemed to talk to the Egyptian. "Have you learnt your lesson? I hope so, because if you screw up this time we'll make it so you never get back up, got that?"
Shadi didn't look at him, hiding behind his hair; the sting of his bruised cheek was nothing to the pain that seemed to permeate into every cell of his body. He doubted he could even get up, but there was no point arguing with the men…no point at all.
And odd sort of blankness had settled over the Egyptian's mind, like he was just expecting to wake up. But the pain was all too real. Perhaps he was just waiting to die.
The car finally stopped with a screech of brakes, the vehicle having had been going at almost 50 over the speed limit. The three men turned to look at the Egyptian. "Now you're going to get out of the car like a good whore and you're going to show our friend a good time, right?" Hideyuki said, voice dangerous. When Shadi didn't answer, the brunet sitting next to him grabbed the Egyptian's hair tugging his head viciously to look at the driver. "Right!"
The soft "Yes." Was barely audible.
"Good. And you tell no one what happened with us, right?"
Another quiet "Yes."
"And if you try to get out of this, not only do we kill you, but all your friends back at that little whorehouse we got you from get it as well. Got it?"
The "Yes." Was shaky with muffled sobs.
"Good. Now get out, and don't let him say no."
Shadi's hair was released and he was kicked painfully in the side as he fumbled for the handle before climbing out of the hard, biting the inside of his lip at the pain that flashed up his spine with every step.
Obviously not wanting to be seen, the three men drove off, car swerving dangerously across the road. It was a miracle they hadn't yet been stopped.
Petrified of what lay ahead, but even more so of what would happen if he tried to run, the Egyptian limped towards the door, the tears on his face gleaming in the light that reflected out of the window.
Knocking on the door, his whole body shaking, the Shadi tried to make the blankness in his mind spread, trying to forget the sting on his cheek, the lacerations and burns on his wrists where he had fought against the leather belt, and to forget the small pool of blood that slowly gathered at his feet as he waited in a chocked silence.
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Man…I'm nasty… sigh. Well…I guess I should expect flames and rants and upset people…I'm sorry, I'll try to think up a happy ending, kay? But please, expect much more angst.
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