WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTREMELY SENSITIVE MATERIAL (Yes, I mean attempted rape). IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS, PLEASE SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER!
"Get lost, jackass," Gavin barked at the ex-cop. "I'm not in the fucking mood," he hissed through pressed teeth.
"Aw, babe," Travis kicked off the wall he was leaning against, "I'm getting tired of you playin' hard to get," he leered at the detective with hungry eyes. "Can't we just make up n' play nice?" the heftier man continued as he licked his upper lip.
The brunette shivered at that last comment. He was trying his best not to show just how terrified he was being alone with the taller man. "Leave," Gavin slowly brought his hand to graze his holster, "Or I'll get real fuckin' mad."
Travis stopped in place as his gaze shifted from the detective's perturbed expression to the hand the brunette had on his gun. The discharged officer scoffed, "Do you expect me to believe that you'll actually pull that trigger?"
"If it's you…" Gavin paused, "Fuck yea—"
The officer cut himself off as he heaved forward and coughed up a storm. The vigorous coughing caused his back to strain and his chest to burn. His brows arched as he brought a hand to cover his mouth.
"Oh?" Travis cocked his head, "Is little ol' Gavin not feelin' well?" he chuckled while approaching the brunette. "Want me to kiss it all away?"
Gavin's eyes shot open as he saw his counterpart walking up to him. He immediately took out his gun and pointed it at the heftier man. "Stop!" the detective shouted, fear evident in his tone, "Don't you fucking move or I swe—"
Again, the officer interrupted himself with a series of heavy coughs. Gavin's massive amount of stress was causing his illness to worsen and vision to blur. He shook his head as he tried to snap out of it.
"What's the matter, Gav?" Travis grinned ear-to-ear, "Cat got your tongue?" he inched closer to the detective.
The brunette pressed a hand against the wall, using it as support while he tried to keep his gun fixed on Travis. His coughing and light-headedness were skewing his aim.
The taller man took one more step before lunging at Gavin. The detective's eyes snapped open as he cocked the gun but Travis was quick enough to grab his counterpart's wrist and bent the brunette's arm to the side, preventing the gun from going off.
Gavin yelped as the heftier man strained his wrist further and pinned his other hand against the wall.
"Let's be civil about this," Travis sighed, "Open the door and let's continue this conversation inside, hm?" he raised a brow.
"Fuck you!" the brunette's voice strained, "I'll fucking kill you!" he yelled while struggling to break free from his captor's grasp.
Travis let out a hushed laugh before shaking his head and looking at the disgruntled officer. "Let's try this again," he cleared his throat. "Drop the gun," his grip tightened, "Or I'll snap your pretty little wrist in two," he smiled.
Gavin winced as his counterpart continued to apply more pressure. "Eat shit," the detective snarled with vicious eyes.
"Play nice," Travis bent the officer's arm and slid his knee in between Gavin's legs.
"Ah!" the detective bit down on his lower lip as the ex-cop pressed into his groin. "That hurts, you cunt," Gavin expressed, voice cracking in the process.
"That's a cute fuckin' face," Travis purred, "God, I've missed touching you," he nuzzled into the detective's neck.
"Uhn…" Gavin felt nauseous, "You're fucking disgusting," he continued to pull away from his counterpart.
Travis let out an irritated grunt as he pushed the detective to the side and slammed both of the officer's hands against the wall with brutal force.
"Fuck!" Gavin cried, his breath hitching as a result of getting rammed into the wall. The detective's eyes shot open as his head banged against the wall, rocking his skull. The sudden pain overwhelmed the sick brunette, causing him to ultimately drop the gun.
The weapon hit the ground with a clank.
Travis immediately let go of the cop and grabbed the gun before pointing it at Gavin who had a hand on his forehead as he was still recovering from the pain. "Be a good boy and open the door," he motioned the detective to walk up to the apartment entrance. "You scream, I shoot," the heftier man warned with an intimidating expression.
Gavin's fever was getting worse and worse. The knock to the head was causing him to sway a bit. "You're not gonna shoot me," the detective slowly articulated while trying to regain his composure.
"Wanna bet?" Travis smirked just enough to show some teeth.
"You don't fucking scare me," Gavin growled, hatred gleaming in his eyes.
The ex-cop drew his upper lip between his teeth before opening the revolver's chamber and pulling out one bullet. The detective watched as Travis spilled all five other bullets onto the ground. The taller man then placed the bullet he had in his hand into the chamber and spun it before snapping it back into the revolver. The discharged officer pointed the gun at Gavin, cocked it and pulled the trigger.
Gavin flinched, his eyes widening in utter shock as he watched his counterpart cock the gun once more.
"Are you sure I don't scare you, Gavy?" Travis lowered his lids, a sadistic smile sprouting on his face.
Naturally, the detective's body began to tremble. He never realized just how insane Travis was. Two years in prison really warped the ex-cop's mind more than the brunette could've imagined.
"Now open the door," Travis pressed the gun into Gavin's chest, "Unless you wanna continue playing?"
Truth be told, the detective didn't really care about dying—or at least, he used to feel indifferent about the idea. For some reason, Richard popped into the brunette's head this time. Gavin drew his brows together…
…he wanted to see Richard again.
The detective was brought back to reality when he heard Travis pull the trigger once more. He let out a shaky breath as sweat started beading on his forehead.
"Huh," the heftier man glanced at the revolver, "Seems lady luck is on your side this evening," he huffed.
"You're fucking crazy," Gavin stated while taking a small step back.
"Aw, but that's the part of me you find irresistible," Travis expressed with a toothy smile, "Now go on," he looked to the door then back to Gavin, "Let's get more comfortable inside the apartment."
The brunette leered at his brawny counterpart. "Either way," Gavin coughed into his forearm, "This isn't gonna end well for you, fucker," he slowly approached his apartment door before sifting through his keys. The detective furrowed his brows and gnashed his teeth as he felt Travis dig the barrel of the revolver into his lower back. "I'll maim you for this," the lightheaded cop promised, anger prominent in tone.
The ex-cop giggled at the brunette's supposed resistance. "You like bein' manhandled like this don't you, you little masochist?" he whispered into Gavin's ear.
The detective shuttered as his stress levels continued to climb. His eyes widened when he felt Travis' hand slide down his back and press against his ass. "Y-you motherfucker," he peered over his shoulder to glare at the heftier man.
"Relax, sweetheart," Travis traced around Gavin's waist, "You just keep doing what you're doing," he insisted before confiscating the brunette's badge and handcuffs.
The detective's judgement was clouded by sheer terror and fury. His hands began to quiver as fear dominated his features. Gavin's eyes rounded as he heard the man behind him cock the revolver again. "F-fuck," the detective whispered under his breath before unlocking the door.
"Such a good boy!" Travis praised, slapping the brunette's ass hard.
"Uhn!" Gavin jolted up, "I'll get you for this," the brunette hissed with a guttural cadence.
Just then, Laila, Gavin's next door neighbor opened her door and peered outside into the hallway to see what all the commotion was about. Both men turned to look in her direction.
"Oh," the redhead brought a hand to her mouth, "Gavin? What's goi—"
"Don't worry, ma'am," Travis interrupted the young lady, "This's official DPD business," he showed a badge. "This man here is resisting arrest," he pressed the revolver into Gavin's back, eliciting sounds of discomfort from the brunette. "I assure you, everything is under control," the taller man smiled with kind eyes.
The detective froze in horror. He wanted to shout—to scream for help—but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. He was trembling under his clothes, aching in pain, burning up from the fever.
Laila took one last glance at the pair before hesitantly nodding her head. "O-okay, thank you, officer," she slowly retracted into her apartment.
The pair stood there in silence for a moment before Travis lowered his lids and leaned into his counterpart. "I'm impressed," he rubbed his nose into Gavin's neck, "I was expectin' you to say something but you behaved yourself," he slide his tongue behind the brunette's ear.
Gavin arched his brows, "I hate you," he expressed in utter disgust, "I fucking hate you," he reiterated, his breath hitching as tears welled in his eyes.
Travis let out a dark chuckle as he pulled away and with powerful force, pushed the smaller man into the apartment before locking the door behind them.
The detective tripped over his own foot and fell to the ground next to the dinner table. He blinked a few times as he tried to come to his senses. Before he had the chance to get back up to his feet, Travis grabbed the brunette by his jacket and dragged him to a chair.
"Let go of me, you fuck!" Gavin shouted as he reached for the heftier man's hands to claw at them.
"Now, now," Travis began, "No need to get rowdy," he stated in a stern tone.
The detective tried to shake his way out of his counterpart's grasp but the ex-cop's grip was tighter than a vise. He grunted in pain as Travis sat him down on the seat. The moment the taller man let go, Gavin tried getting up and booking it for the apartment door but the ex-cop was agile.
Travis stopped the detective with a hand and slammed him back against the chair.
Gavin winced, his back searing as the brutal force with which he hit the chair knocked the wind out of his lungs.
"Behave," Travis articulated with vicious eyes.
The brunette's gaze darted from the barrel pointed at his face to his psychotic counterpart. He remained still, a permanent frown etched on his face, while his eyes followed the heftier man.
"Very good," Travis smirked as he walked behind the detective and knelt down. "I'll reward you for bein' so obedient in just a minute," he whispered from behind.
Gavin wanted to vomit. He felt so utterly sick that the only way he'd feel at ease was to empty out his guts. He wanted to fade out of existence.
The detective flinched, snapping out of his mental breakdown by the sound of metal clanging together. "What're you—!"
Travis pulled Gavin's hands behind the back of the chair and tightly cuffed them together. "There," the heftier man smiled, "Now we can play," he huffed while running a hand through his hair.
The brunette was sweating profusely. The flu coupled with high stress quickly weakened his defenses. He sluggishly attempted to struggle out of his restraints, causing the cuffs to scrape against the chair.
"You can try n' grapple out of that all you want," Travis placed the gun on the dinner table, "But you ain't goin' nowhere," he laughed while slowly approaching the brunette.
Cleopatra pounced on Gavin's lap and leered at Travis as her hair stood on end.
"Aw," the heftier man knelt down, "You tryin' to help your master, you little shit?" he reached out to grab the cat.
"Don't touch her, motherfucker!" Gavin shouted at the ex-cop. "I'll fucking kill you if you touch her," he reiterated in a more unstable tone.
Cleo hissed at Travis, her green eyes glinting with hatred.
Travis scoffed before grabbing the cat.
"No! Stop!" the brunette began to panic as he writhed in his seat.
"Oh relax," the heftier man walked down the hallway and tossed the cat into the bathroom before swiftly shutting the door. "She'll be fine in there," he straightened out his t-shirt.
"I'll bury you six feet under! You hear me?" Gavin squirmed. "I'll rip your throat out!" his voice cracked.
"Hah," Travis shook his head, "I always did like your fiery attitude," he grazed the back of the chair before walking into the detective's view. "Now," he let out a satisfied sigh, "I think I've been patient enough," he knelt down in front of the cop, "Don't you think?" he glanced at the brunette who was gritting his teeth.
Gavin's eyes snapped open as Travis started unzipping the brunette's jacket. "S-stop," the detective demanded in a hushed tone.
"What's that?" the taller man raised a brow. He was obviously getting a kick out of watching his counterpart tremble in horror. "Speak up," he continued as he slid Gavin's jacket down his arms.
The detective didn't know what to do anymore. He was too prideful to call for help and too stubborn to admit he needed it. His body went into some kind of shock as repulsion brewed in his stomach.
Travis grabbed the brunette's shirt and with a grunt, tore the t-shirt straight through the middle.
Gavin's breath hitched as he couldn't believe this was actually happening. He was going to be violated all over again by the same man who robbed him of months of happiness.
"Detective," Richard knocked on the apartment door.
Both men froze. Travis peered over his shoulder to stare at the entrance before turning back to Gavin. "Speak and I'll hurt you," the ex-cop grazed the detective's cheek.
"Gavin!" the android repeated, "It's Richard," he knocked again.
"Richard! Help m—AAHHA!" the brunette screamed into his shoulder as Travis grabbed his groin through his jeans and squeezed.
"What'd I fuckin' say?" Travis hissed.
Before the taller man had the chance to hit the brunette across the face, RK900 kicked down the door.
Richard's eyes snapped open, his LED jumping straight to red as he saw a tearful Gavin who was breathing heavily with shirt torn apart and a startled Travis who had a dangerous expression plastered on his face.
The android dropped the medication and groceries on the ground. "You're dead," he snarled.