You wake up and your head pounds, sharp pain lances through your skull and down your spine to branch out throughout your body. This isn't what you expected; you're supposed to be dead. A whimper escapes your lips and you blink several times trying to clear your blurry sight but to no avail, your glasses aren't on and you're blind. You wiggle around and panic sets in as you realize your arms are bound behind you and you're in a chair.
"So, you're finally awake are you fish fuck?" You turn your head towards his voice, partly because it's so close and partly because you can't believe you're not dead.
You open your mouth to answer but a hard slap snaps your head to the side. Bright pain blossoms across your cheek and behind your eyes and you cough out a cry of surprise.
"You shut up; you can speak when I say you can." Your tongue darts out to probe at your lip and you taste blood. Your mind is whirling and your body aches but you stay quiet, fearing you'll be hit again.
"You insult me, say that you'd kill ff again and slaughter everyone else that gets in your way-", his voice is rising in pitch and before you know it your head is whipped sideways again as a loud crack echoes around the room and yet again burning pain ripples across your face, "but all I see is a pathetic fucking troll who has a death wish. "
His voice trembles with anger and your beat pump races; you didn't expect him to draw your death out like this, you expected it to be a quick blast and painless.
"I get it, I do. You're so damn desperate to fill your fucking quadrants you lure me out here-. "
He stops and chuckles and your blood's like ice in your veins as you listen to him get everything all wrong. It wasn't about filling quadrants! Your beat bladder is hammering so hard in your hear tunnels you can't hear the rest of his lisping rant. You're panicking and before you think you blurt out that that's not what you wanted at all!
It gets you punched. Lights burst before your eyes as he slammed his fist into your jaw and tears are streaming down your face. He's snarling at you, spittle spraying your abused mug and his voice making your head ring. You can feel your lips swelling and blood dribble down your chin but you're helpless to do anything about it. He grabs the ends of your scarf and pulls it choking tight around your neck, forcing the gills there to still.
"You want a kismesis, you've fuckin got one." His lips are on yours in an instant and your heart stops, eyes wide with shock and horror as he kisses you with violent passion. This was the blackest kiss you've ever received and you bite him, trying to get away. He snarls and thumps the back of your head, making your think pan rattle. You do not want this. You resist, squirming side to side and twisting your face away from his lips. He retaliates and grabs ahold of your fins, ripping your mouth back to his.
He's practically sitting in your lap, still hate kissing you as psionic energy crackles around you both. It's a show of dominance and you are clearly the subordinate in this situation. He bites your already busted lip then stands and you can't help the whimper that quietly slips past your lips. He takes the noise as wanting more and through the blur in your vision you can see a wicked grin forming on his purple smeared lips.
He grabs a handful of your hair and wretches you forward, pulling you out of the chair and pitching you into the floor. Your chest breaks the fall and the air in your lungs rushes out in a 'whuff'.
"Sol please-." He kicks you square in the ribs before you can finish your feeble plea.
"I told you," he kicks you again, "not to fucking talk!"
You're desperately trying to catch your breath as he rolls you over onto your back. It feels like your ribs are broken. His hands are everywhere and you can't get enough air to stop him. You cough painfully and cry out when he goes for your pants. He's laughing like it's a game and tears them off your skinny hips. Now you really struggle, panic eating its way through you as you kick out at him. You manage to knee him in the gut, a lucky shot, and roll to your stomach while he rasps for air. You wiggle a few feet away from him before he's on you again, fists pummeling your bony frame with no remorse. He jerks your pants the rest of the way off and grabs your ankle, dragging you back to him. You're crying, silent tears running purple down your cheeks as you cough for oxygen. You hear his zipper being undone and icy terror clutches your heart.
No no no! Not this, please not this!
He grabs your hips and forces your knees under you, spreading your legs as he goes. Your shirt is riding up as you try to scoot away from him, gills exposed and he takes the opportunity to sink sharp clawed fingers into the openings on your sides. You gasp and cough at the same time, crying out as he digs his nails into the fleshy filters and pulls you back flush against him. You feel him position himself behind you and he giggles like a wriggler at play. Then he presses against you and you freeze, fear paralyzing you.
One hard thrust and he's in and you let out a scream. He's not gentle in the least and each thrust is more painful than the last. You're full out sobbing now, tears and snot being ground into the carpet along with your face with each stab. Your arms ache from being bound behind you and your lower back feels like it's on fire. He's speeding up, his hips hitting yours hard and the slap is echoing off the walls. You can hear him grunting and panting, with little moans mixed in with them, behind you. His nails are driven into your hip and thigh, pulling you backwards onto him as he pushes into you.
You're starting to feel sick, nausea churning in your empty stomach like raging waves in the sea. You gag but nothing comes out. He lets out a moan and distantly you know what it means. He thrusts in once more, harder this time than any of the lasts and you feel his bulge twitch inside you. Your stomach clenches painfully and you know you're going to vomit. You try to stop it but you can't, he's used you like a bucket and you are going to hurl. He pulls out just as you expel the acidic contents of your stomach.
"Fucking gross." He mutters and scoots away from you. You crumple in on yourself, body shuddering and soul numb. He wipes himself off on your discarded pants, a look of disgust painted on his face. He says something else but your too shell shocked to hear it. You can't believe what just happened and denial is sinking firm roots in your mind.
You distantly hear him walk away, leaving you alone with yourself. You let out a pent up sob, this didn't go how you wanted at all.
