A/N: Here's the next chapter, and for my Captivity readers: I did some work on Chap Six today and am expecting to have it done by the end of the month. So, just be paitent. In the meantime though, read this chapter of When Your Gone.
Warmings: This Chapter Is Just One Big Rape Scene. So if you have to look up the definition of porn or rape right now, then DON'T READ!!!!!
Chapter 1.5
One night while I was asleep, my door creaked open.
I heard it but thought nothing of it, so I went back to sleep.
Then I heard a snort and my brain went into paralyze mode.
My eyes flew open as my mystery assailant lifted me into the air.
I barely had time to register what was happening before my assailant punched me hard in the stomach.
Then they dropped me and kicked me a few times.
I couldn't tell who was attacking me but I knew they weren't going to stop anytime soon.
And I was right.
The cycle went on for what seemed like hours.
Pick up, punch, drop, kick, and repeat.
Finally, they picked me up for the last time and threw me onto my bed.
I wanted to tell them to stop but I couldn't find my voice.
It had been stolen.
Just like you.
I felt cold hands grab at my sleep shirt and tear it off.
I felt cool air sweep across my now bare chest and knew something was wrong.
And again fate has the annoying habit of making me right.
All of a sudden, I felt rough hands running across my chest, touching here, caressing there, and I just wanted to cry.
I wanted to push them off, but I couldn't move my hands.
Then they kissed me, hard and rough, everywhere.
It was then that hot tears started flowing from my eyes.
But seeing as I was on my back, they started pooling around my eyes.
Just when I thought that I was going to drown in my own tears, they pulled me sharply to my knees.
I closed my eyes and let the silent tears fall from their resting places at my glazed and terrified eyes.
Then a gruff voice ordered, "Move around. It isn't any fun if you don't move. How can I enjoy this when you're as stiff as a board? Now move. You have more on than me and that's not fair."
I couldn't figure out who it was but I decided not to listen.
They couldn't do much to hurt me, right?
Well for once, I was wrong.
When I didn't move, he slapped me and pushed me down on my stomach.
Then he flipped me over and roughly undid my pants and pulled them off so fast that my legs were burning.
I winced when the rough hands touched my now burning legs.
I screamed when he did the same with my boxers.
A hand clamped itself over my mouth and "shush, someone might hear", was hissed in my ear.
I wasn't enjoying this at all.
I swore that I really was going to drown in my tears.
I probably would have put the Nile River to shame.
Then, I felt him kissing me again, removing his and starting at my lips and trailing down my legs to my limp manhood.
"Oh my, my, my. That's not right. I'm so turned on but you're as limp as a wet noodle. No not right at all. Let's even the odds."
Then I felt his hands close around my cock and squeeze.
I heard a slight moan when I responded against my will and that just made him squeeze harder.
I felt him massaging my balls, trying to make me respond more than I was already.
And it worked.
Before he finished, I was standing at full attention and glistening in the dim light.
I felt like I was betraying your memory by letting him do this to me.
I really was betraying you.
I was with someone else (whether it was by my own will or not) and you were dead.
I was betraying you and all that we had by not resisting as best as I could.
But, all of a sudden, any innocence I had retained till then was taken.
He flipped me on to my stomach.
I could feel him hard and slick inside me.
I thought someone was sticking a white-hot poker in me, twirling it around and then yanking it out, only to shove it right back in mercilessly.
I couldn't do anything but take it and break from his force.
Finally, a few hours later, he withdrew for the last time, after coming twice inside me, and left me writhing and squirming in pain.
But, just when I thought that he was done, he turned me around and forced himself on me.
I didn't want to do anymore and collapsed into a puddle.
He started complaining but I couldn't hear him.
The only thing I could hear was my heart thumping, wildly pressing against my chest, begging to be freed.
I was happy to oblige but my body wouldn't allow it.
My cock went limp and wouldn't go back up, so he got up, found his clothes and left.
He left me there, writhing in pain and tangled in the sheets.
The only thing I remember before I faded into the abyss was your voice.
Saying one thing to try to calm me.
" It will be alright. Just be hold on, and if you need to, cry. I won't let them take you. I'm here."
A/N: Next chapter to be up soon. R&R, please!!! And yes it says Chapter 1.5. It was my brother's idea. He helps sometimes with the editing, so I guess I should give him thanks. Thanks Bro if you ever read this.
