Scars, Ch. 21:

Traumatization

Slade leaned down toward him, still smirking. Once again, Robin tried to back away, non-successfully. Slade, getting the response he wanted, whispered in Robin's ear, but this time, without the filtration of the mask.

"Missed you so very much..." Slade purred once more as he leaned down and licked Robin's ear again. Robin felt the hot waves of heat from Slade's now exposed mouth. Slade's voice was more smooth, silkier even without the hard, echoing sound that the mask filtered. Slade bit Robin's ear, maybe a little harder than Robin had hoped. Robin cried out lightly, scared stiff. Leaning into the cold ground as much as he could. The boy tremured as he felt Slade lick and nip roughly down Robin's upper neck, leading into his jaw line.

Robin struggled slightly, as Slade's vice grips held his small arms down. He leaned away from the sensual, unwanted touch Slade was giving him. Gritting his teeth hard, closing his eyes in the mere mortification of this. It felt so wrong. Almost losing his clasp on sanity when he felt Slade press his lips against his own. He knew it would come eventually. Slade's kissed him many times before. Robin knew what was ahead of him. And he would have to try to tough it out.

Slade dominated the lead of a brutal kiss. His tongue explored the wet cavern of Robin's mouth, Robin trying desperately not to whine in mere mortification. Robin had been treated this way for a while. It was disgusting. Robin was sacrificed to the worst of treatment, sexually from Slade. And it was only going to get much worse. It was mere lust for domination. Slade lusted to control and contort the boy into his own twisted shape of being. And that was one of the causes of all this.

Slade soon couldn't just leave his hands at their sides and began to desperately explore Robin's chest with his hands. They went around his sleek rib cage ending at his abs. Robin squirmed at the horribly provocative movement. Not only was Slade touching all over his chest, but his massive hands were reaching every one of his cuts and bruises. Mixing blood and sweat on his body.

Slade remained on Robin's mouth for a while before they both needed to breathe. Robin was disgusted, this was definitely not the first time Slade had insisted on conquering his mouth. And he most surely knew the consequences of biting Slade's tongue. Last time, the first time he tried, Robin bit hard, making Slade's mouth bleed heavily. And it was one of the first times Robin had made the man bleed. And that thought in Slade's head, along with the fact that he himself had been careless and un-cautious with Robin, got him fucking pissed. And it was not a pretty sight.

Slade ended up throwing Robin into the wall and the floor, kicking him, and punching the floor so close to his head that Robin heard the crack of the pavement on the ground from the impact right next to his ear. If it wasn't for that last minute of self control, Slade would've had the inside of Robin's head all over the concrete ground.

Slade continued to feel Robin up, purposely hanging his touches around the heavy bruising on his chest. Now straddling the boy beneath him, Slade bit Robin's neck and Robin cried out. Though Slade had let his arms free, he knew that there was nothing he could do about his current situation. He knew of Slade's strength, and now of this raw desire, Robin knew he couldn't pry the mercenary off him for anything.

Though the uncertainty and fear had grown in Robin's head, he had to continue to let his abused body be used even more by greedy purposes. And no one could know how painful it really was. Slade roughly continued to explore, he knew the plains of Robin's body well, but he wanted to know more.

Slade made a deep purring sound from his throat and pressed himself plush against the young super hero. He was starting to lose that control of not letting out terrified noises. He squeaked and bit his lip hard. The small amount of defiance that remained in Robin's eyes sparkled with anger and self-insecurity. One couldn't help but be insecure about one's self when they are being used and touched like that. What else was he supposed to feel for himself? It wasn't only Slade he hated, it was also himself.

His more insecure, the more gratuitous part of his psyche was screaming in pure terror. This wasn't supposed to happen again. It was horrible. The horrible hopelessness of the situation always drove him to the breaking point. He couldn't do a damn thing about this fucking monster. He always told himself never again. And no matter how hard the memories were to deal with, just the pain of this happening before, was enough to hurt him for an eternity. One of the only things that would bring him any type of solace was to tell himself that this thing would never happen again. That he would never let this happen again. Even though in the depths of his mind, he knew he couldn't prevent a catastrophe from happening.

This brought tons of self-doubt and self-hatred. Especially to know that it was indeed happening again.

He hated to be touched. The slightest touch from even his own teammates brought him shudders and revulsion. He jerked away from every and all touch. Any touch seemed to be out for him, to cause him harm. Paranoid. Frightened and damaged instincts telling him to always move away and never get too close to people.

It wasn't right.

Not only that his personal life was utterly destroyed, but that he always wondered why. As if he hadn't suffered enough in his whole life to make up for it. And he tried to fill in that part of his life by being a fucking super hero. But that wasn't enough. Not enough torment for him to endure. IT was like a never ending circle, the torment never ended. And even when you thought something was over, it wasn't. Not even close.

Slade took everything from him. And there was no way to regain what he had lost. He thought that maybe, someday, he would try to make up for it, to try to win back some of his dignity, his sanity. But truthfully, he had no idea how. How was he supposed to do that? If he ever made it out of this nightmare alive, and he has before, so he really doesn't know what to think now.

Starfire knows what had happened to him, what has been eating at him for months. And his dread, was that she might know or see more than he hoped. She already had, but there was another wall Slade could knock down. He had to stop thinking of Starfire, it was just stressing him out even more than he already was. It was hard to get her out of his mind, but he had to. Slade was traumatizing him again. And he wasn't letting go any time soon.

Robin yelped as he felt Slade bite his neck again. He was shivering unintentionally, his smaller body trying to escape Slade's roaming hands. In his exploring, Slade let go of Robin's wrists, so the boy tried hard to use them to get out of his tight spot under Slade. He knew how hopeless the situation really was. Slade growled and slammed Robin's hands to the ground once more as he continued to hold him down as he took in the boy's scent and taste.

Robin tried to hold up his brave front, he really did. Trying to keep a straight face during Slade's rummaging, trying not to shake and tremble. Trying not to grimace with fear, trying not to cry. This was horribly painful, just to experience this all over again. Slade's touches were much more than just physical, it cut him deep down. It hurt so much, the pain in his heart, was bleeding out bit by bit as Slade tore at the scars that held it all in. Wounds were overflowing with grief and fear. The man would not stop, for anything.

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I guess you're all wondering where all the lyrics went. Some of you don't care, but I'll explain anyway. One too many a friend or fellow writer have had their stories erased for having lyrics in their stories. Which I think is a stupid rule, and it's disappointing, I like finding lyrics for my stories. Bummer.

Well, I hope you all liked this chapter, and yes, it gets better, worse for poor Robin though. Reviews keep the story going!

As always,

NightRobin