A/N: Okay this is my first Rent fic...been trying to write it for ages.
Disclaimer: I do no own any of the characters in this. They all belong to the Great Jonathan Larson.
I had never been a particularly religious person. I grew up Catholic and I was baptized but I never quite suited the "requirements" to be one. But I was praying then. I was praying to God, Allah, any omnipotent being to make the pain stop. I was in utter agony, forced up against a cold, hard, brick wall with my faced turned to the side, my cheek being scratched by rust and who knows what else. My captor was behind be holding me by the back of my head with one hand and reaching around to my front with the other. I felt my fly being undone and my pants and underwear being pushed roughly down to my ankles. I tried to struggle but he just pressed down on my head which caused it to be turned even farther to the side. I cried out in pain, which he ignored. He grabbed my wrists with his free hand and held them behind my back. He fumbled for something, trying to grab something and hold my hands behind my back with his knee all the while holding my head firmly against the wall. He muttered a curse and let go of my head for a moment. I wanted to run, I wanted to turn around shove this pig away from me and bolt but the moment that I got the courage his hand was right back to where it had been. I felt his knee come down off of my wrists and be replaced by metal. I heard the click and knew I was handcuffed. I knew it was over, I knew that I wasn't going to be free of this man. This thought scared me beyond belief. That I would be his for the taking and that I was powerless to stop it. I yelled out loudly for someone, anyone. He pulled my head back with is large hand and thrust it, hard, back into the wall. I was dazed, the pain was unbearable. I faintly heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down behind me. I wanted to black out, I wanted to go numb I didn't want to feel the excruciating pain that was about to befall upon me. I felt his bruising grip on my hips and then, with a swift move he forced himself into me. I didn't scream, I didn't move, I was paralyzed. I had finally gone numb. My vision started growing dark. I felt his hot, putrid breath on my shoulder, I heard him whispering words into my ears but I had suddenly forgotten how to understand languages. I don't know how long it lasted. It didn't matter, it was happening and I couldn't stop it. I felt moisture on my cheeks and realized I was crying. I then felt something erupt inside of me and my captor pulled out of me. He was finished. It was over. He was pressed against me, panting. Suddenly he got up, no longer supporting me; I fell, keeling over on my side. I heard his fly being zipped back up and felt my restraints being taken off. My arms stayed behind my back, I couldn't move a muscle. I managed to look up at the face of the man who had just raped me. It was too dark to make out details but I saw a pointed, drawn face and two cold steel gray eyes. Then I blacked out.
A/N: I'm a whore for reviews and critique-ing