A/N: First off, let me say that my first experience with fanfic thus far has been so heart-warming. You guys have been incredibly kind with your favorites. Please comment and let me know your thoughts Thank you so very much!
So, about a week and a half ago I dreamed this chapter and couldn't get the scene out of my head - please don't judge me- and decided it had to be written.
It goes without saying that this chapter has massive trigger warnings for sexual assault etc.
Chapter 4
I CAN SURVIVE ANY TRIAL. NO TORMENT CAN OVERCOME ME
"You want me to leave Dani alone?"
"Yes."
"You want me to stop undressing her?"
"Yes."
"Touching her?"
"Yes!"
"You'll do anything to keep me from fucking her right there on the concrete floor?
"YES!"
"Okay."
Malcolm was stunned. "What?"
"Fine," Nathan spun on his heels and checked on Dani, who, in the midst of their discussion, had sat herself up and was clutching her legs again. "You win. I won't go over there and fuck Dani so hard she forgets her own name."
He swung his body around to face Malcolm again. "But you will."
All the air left Malcolm's lungs, as though Nathan had kicked him square in the chest. The strength in his legs gave out, but he managed to take one knee at a time instead of completely buckling. It took him a few seconds to remember how to inhale. When he finally did, the breaths were shallow and quick. "What did you say?" Malcolm whispered, praying he had momentarily hallucinated, which was entirely plausible.
Nathan cocked his head to the side and studied his captive, taking in every single detail of the moment almost scientifically. Thoroughly reveling in the chaos and anguish. Malcolm's eyes were staring unfocused at the wall behind the killer. Nathan took two steps in Malcolm's direction and stared down at him. Malcolm's head creeped upward until he was looking his tormentor in the face.
"I said," Nathan's words were slow and deliberate, "If you don't want me to completely ravish every inch of her body," he crouched down, menace dancing in his eyes, "then you do it."
No. The reply was crystal clear in Malcolm's mind. No way in hell.
Why weren't the words exiting his mouth? His psyche answered him, because you know you can't refuse. You can't abandon her.
Nathan was enthralled with Malcolm's obvious inner struggle. He stood up and leisurely walked toward the wooden table. When he reached it, he jumped up into a sitting position atop it, clearly enjoying himself. He sat there for a few seconds glancing back and forth between the two prisoners.
Malcolm looked over at Dani. Her arms were still wrapped around her bare legs. Her pants tossed aside by Nathan, out of reach. Malcolm searched her eyes for an answer, but he couldn't read her like he usually could. He was lost.
A minute or two passed. "Decision time, Malcolm," Nathan announced. "What's it gonna be?"
"I-" he swallowed despite the fact his mouth was so dry it felt like a desert. "Uh-" Malcolm silently implored Dani to give him a sign, tell him what she wanted.
As though she had actually heard his thoughts, Dani spoke. Her voice was a mere whisper, "Please." She paused for a moment, biting her lip, then looked up at the ceiling and blinked. The silent tears that fell down her cheeks mangeld Malcolm's heart. Dani looked at him again. This time her whisper was desperate, "Please, Malcolm... Not him."
Fuck.
Malcolm fell back off of his knees into a seated position. He ran both of his hands through his hair, half tempted to pull it out as he went. His defeated reply came out as a miserable groan, "Okay."
"There's the hero." Nathan hopped down off of the table, key in hand, and bent next to Malcolm. Before he unlocked the first manacle he pulled a switch blade from his pocket and wiggled it. "You try anything, and we'll learn just how long it takes gorgeous over there to bleed out."
Malcolm half nodded as Nathan began freeing his wrists from the constraints.
"I gotta be honest, I'm a little jealous," Nathan taunted, turning so that both men were staring at Dani. "I mean look at that. Mmm." He stood up and motioned for Malcolm to do the same, "Let's Go."
Malcolm stood. His feet felt like they were glued to the floor; he was frozen. All he could do was look at the concrete beneath him.
Nathan moved behind him and nudged his back with the unopened knife, but Malcolm remained in place. "Wanna know the best part?" Malcolm wasn't sure if he was talking to him, or Dani, or both. "The best part is that moment when her body will inevitably betray her."
Malcolm slowly raised his head at the comment. He saw Dani's face as she reacted to Nathan's next words.
"You see at some point, Biology takes over. Her body will react to you, to being stimulated, even if she doesn't want it to. Even if it's just as a defense to the penetration. She will get wet for you."
Dani's eyes were wide as she broke contact with Malcolm. "That's enough," he retorted. This time Nathan shoved Malcolm forward hard enough that he had no choice but to move.
Halfway to the other side of the room, Nathan continued, "Now if you're truly lucky, or really talented, you might even earn her reluctant climax. The ultimate biological betrayal of the mind. And it is fucking euphoric." They were standing in front of Dani now.
Nathan tapped Malcolm's injured forearm, "Pants off, lover boy." And he returned to take his seat on the table a few feet away.
Malcolm compiled, but did not move once he had finished.
"Let's go!" Nathan demanded impatiently, "Oh and for the record, you will properly claim her."
"What does that mean?" Malcolm had no clue what he was implying. He was sure he didn't want to know.
"You will mark your territory properly. Fill her," Nathan was visibly turned on at the notion.
Jesus Christ. Malcolm was too shame-filled to look at Dani's reaction. Instead he noted the chains still attached to her wrists.
"You're not going to uncuff her?"
"Why would I do that? None of this is about her comfort. They can't fight back when they're restrained." He gestured for Malcolm to get on the floor.
Malcolm knelt down in front of Dani. She released her legs and moved gradually to her own knees as well. They sat there, a foot apart, unmoving.
"Was any part of this arrangement unclear?" the agitation in Nathan's voice was growing. "Get to it, or I'll show you how it's done."
"No. Don't." Malcolm held up his hand toward their captor, "Wait."
"Malcolm?" Dani questioned clearly worried that he might have changed his mind.
"I'm trying, Dani. It's just…"
"What?"
"Nothing about this is particularly arousing. Give me a second." Nothing he could possibly imagine was going to help him. He was terrified of what Nathan would do to her if he failed. Come on. Come on. Come on. His hands were shaking. His mouth still felt like sandpaper.
"You have two minutes before I take over," Nathan warned.
Shit.
"Kiss me," Dani ordered.
"What?"
"Just do it, Malcolm."
Malcolm nodded his head and closed the remaining distance between him and Dani. He cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. It was a chaste, closed-mouth kiss. The kind that you might give someone on their doorstep at the end of your first date. When they released the kiss Dani leaned in to his ear and whispered, "Go to another place, remember? Survive." And she softly kissed his neck below the jawline. She's trying to help me. This is about to happen and SHE is trying to help ME. Malcolm marveled at her strength at this moment.
Malcolm put one hand behind Dani's neck and pulled her lips to his once more. This time the kiss was deeper, but still felt awkward and forced. Dani opened her mouth and invited him to do the same with her tongue, an act that sent a shiver down the back of Malcolm's neck. He complied and their kiss deepened even further. As the kiss continued Malcolm wrapped his free arm around Dani and pulled her closer to him. She responded by attempting to wrap her arms around his neck. The chains made it difficult, but she managed.
He was right. That sadistic prick was right. Malcolm thought. With Dani's body flush against him, their tongues brushing each other, and her hands in his hair, he couldn't help but react to it. For a split second it worked; he had followed his own advice and 'gone somewhere else'.
Nathan's voice broke the spell, "Now that you're adequately prepared," he was right behind Malcolm. He and Dani abruptly broke their kiss.
How did I not hear him? The fact that he was caught that off guard scared Malcolm.
"Get a move on," Nathan ordered, brandishing the knife threateningly as he returned to the table.
Dani reluctantly leaned back off of her knees and, in a semi-seated, semi-lying position removed her panties. Malcom made a point not to look. Even though it seemed frivolous at this point, he tried to show her that moment of respect at least. He removed his boxer briefs as well and noted she granted him the same courtesy. Dani laid the rest of the way down onto the unforgiving floor. Malcolm crawled until he was above her, his hands on either side of her head. His legs were resting between hers.
Malcolm looked down at his partner, neither of them prepared for what was about to happen. Regardless, he still asked her in a faint voice, "Ready?" Dani nodded in affirmation. Malcolm positioned himself correctly and slowly entered her. She inhaled quickly and held her breath for a second. Malcolm stopped. He wanted to ask her if she was alright. What an insane question. He simply waited until she breathed again, then continued pushing until he was completely enveloped by her. Again he paused to give her a moment to acclimate.
Malcolm tried desperately not to think about how good it actually felt. Getting the slightest bit of pleasure out of this felt treasonous toward Dani. The torment of it all was he would have to, otherwise Nathan would do far worse to her than he would. He withdrew himself from Dani and entered a second time, again slowly. This time she didn't wince in pain, so Malcolm continued. He kept the same slow, gentle pace, trying his best not to hurt her any further. Neither of them made direct eye contact with the other, although Malcolm was frequently checking parts of her face for signs of discomfort. He was at war with himself internally the entire time. He loathed himself for the pleasure he was feeling, but if he wanted this to be over as quickly as possible, he had to be mentally 'present' to speed up the process. No matter what he did, he felt damned for it.
Malcolm's thoughts were interrupted by Nathan's irritated voice, "This is not a romance novel, Malcolm."
He stopped his movements and turned his head in Nathan's direction, "What exactly is it that I'm doing wrong?"
"Stop making love and start fucking. Own her. Fill her. Make her feel you there this time tomorrow... or I will slit her throat while you're still inside her."
Malcolm tensed at the threat. For the first time since she had lain down, Malcolm looked directly into Dani's eyes. He put every ounce of desperate, silent apology into his gaze. Again, she nodded, understanding what had to happen to appease their captor.
Malcolm lowered his head and rested his forehead against hers. Dani closed her eyes and took a deep breath and he mimicked her action. Then he lifted his head and grabbed the back of Dani's thigh. Malcolm hitched her leg up and around his hip, so it wrapped around to the small of his back. Then he found her entrance, and thrust forward. His pace this time was far quicker; his movements were more harsh and rigid. Dani was quiet with the exception of the occasional abrupt inhale. Each pistoning motion pushed Malcolm deeper, brought him closer to completion. After a few minutes at this rougher momentum he felt his climax building. The fact that his desperation to finish was fueled equally by his desire and his need to get it over with for Dani's sake was a psychological mind fuck.
In the end, desire won over. His pace and force intensified. The closer he came to his peak, the deeper he pushed into Dani. A few more thrusts like this and Malcolm felt his orgasm wash over him. "Nnghhhh," he couldn't suppress his moan. He pumped into her one final time as his release came in spasms. It took him a few seconds to come down from the high.
He looked at Dani and saw tears falling down the sides of her face. He pushed himself up off of her and backed away mortified.
Malcolm was completely disgusted with himself. Nathan came to stand next to him, and handed him his discarded clothes, "Well done, Malcolm." He patted his prisoner on the shoulder like a proud father at a sporting event. All Malcolm could do was stand there and stare agape at Dani. She had curled herself up into a ball on the cold concrete floor. He could hear her soft sobs through her covered face.
Nathan tossed Dani's pants within reaching distance and escorted Malcolm back to his corner. "Clothes on, Casanova." Malcolm did as he was told, in stunned dismay. As Nathan began re-cuffing Malcolm's wrists he smiled, "It felt good didn't it?" Malcolm didn't respond. Nathan chuckled and stood to exit, reminding Malcolm in a boastful, delighted tone, "I told you...Biology wins." The door closed with a deafening thud.
Malcolm sat there, staring blankly at the wall, as the tidal wave of guilt and shame consumed him.