Warning: This chapter contains a graphic rape scene. If this upsets you or hits too close to home, I advise you not to read on. You have been warned.
A/N: I know, things have gone from bad to worse, but things will get better...eventually. Also, I feel I should let you know that I do not hate Chloe. I realize I'm treating her extremely poorly in this story, but it's out of necessity. The more important thing to take away from this is that Lex is an evil SOB, and I wanted to show just how evil he can be, especially when he's on a crusade and believes his cause just.
Feedback is welcome. Enjoy.
My escape from reality is far too brief, as it always is, and I find myself strapped, literally, to a table in one of the many "labs" in this hellhole.
I used to fight the guards when they would take me to be experimented upon, but that got old in a hurry. It was also extremely pointless. All fighting ever got me in this place was beaten to death. I'm not kidding, either.
Injury and death may not be permanent things to me, but I can still feel pain, and I don't ever wanna feel the pain of having my skull caved in again.
Anyway, this lab is different from the others I've been in. I don't see any equipment or surgical instruments. I don't even see any lab geeks. There's just the two guards that brought me here and a couple of security cameras.
I don't have much time to ponder what they have planned for me when the door opens and in walks the man responsible for putting me in this place.
He's dressed impeccably, as usual, and his demeanor is all business.
I can feel the hate boil up inside me at the sight of him, but I hold my tongue and do my best to keep my expression neutral.
He strolls on over, casual as can be, and stops beside the table. He gives me a perfunctory once over before looking me in the eye.
I look right back, showing no fear, letting him know that he hasn't broken me.
He breaks the silence, speaking in that polished, silver-tongued voice of his.
"I'm glad to see you're doing well."
There are a thousand and one things I want to say to that, but I remain silent and continue to stare at him.
"I see pleasantries are pointless, so I'll cut to the chase. The research being done at this facility has yielded incredible findings and results. The subjects undergoing study are all quite unique, but none are as unique as you."
"You see, we've been studying the mutations caused by exposure to the meteors, and we've been able to isolate and duplicate those mutations in non-meteor infected subjects. However, your mutation is unlike any we've seen before. Your mutation is far more complex, involving much more of your genetic code than the others, and as such, we've been unable to isolate and replicate the specific sequences of your DNA that give you your unique abilities."
Replicate my abilities? Why would he want to replicate my abilities...?
"It seems science and technology are unequal to the task, but I was never one to give up easily."
He stops talking and leans closer to me. I feel the urge to cringe at his proximity, but I steel my resolve and remain still.
"I'm trying to protect humanity from a grave threat, and the only way I can do that is by building a better human, one with the abilities to survive and endure and meet the looming threat head-on. Unfortunately, without your abilities, I fear my efforts will all be for naught."
His voice drops to a whisper, and his next words send a chill down my spine.
"Luckily, where there's a will, there's a way, and my will is unequaled."
He stands upright, his voice filled with menace and promise.
"Where science has failed, I believe nature will succeed. With a bit of luck and patience, I'm confident you'll provide us with the next evolution of humanity."
Taking a step back, he issues a two word command.
"Prep her."
The guards, who had been silent bystanders to this point, step up to the table I'm secured to, each producing a very sharp and lethal looking knife, and proceed to cut the clothes from my body.
Completely naked and exposed, I begin to squirm uncomfortably as the guards leer at me before stepping back to their original positions.
I turn my attention back to the bastard who put me here and find him casually observing, looking rather uninterested.
I'm about to ask him what the fuck he's planning on doing to me, when the door opens and in walks a man, presumably one of the other prisoners of this place judging by his attire, and a contingent of guards.
Fear grips me when the man begins taking off his clothes.
"Where science has failed, I believe nature will succeed."
Horrible realization dawns.
I know exactly what's about to happen and am completely powerless to stop it. Nonetheless, I begin pulling at my restraints, trying to break free.
The futility of the situation is evident, and panic sets in as the man, now completely naked and fully aroused and erect, moves toward me.
As he nears his destination, resignation sets in, though I continue to struggle against my bonds as he climbs onto the table and looms above me.
He's between my legs now. I avert my eyes, unable to watch what happens next.
There's no preparation, no attempt to ready me for his invasion. I feel the tip penetrate me, and I swallow a whimper. Pain lances through my most sacred area as he thrusts his entire length inside me.
My heart shatters and my soul screams as he brutally rapes me, grunting and sweating like some rutting animal.
I wish and pray for this to be over, to wake up from this nightmare, but I don't. Instead, my eyes find those of the monster responsible for this.
His gaze is piercing and cold, his face a mask of calm detachment as he watches me being violated.
I want to cry, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he's finally broken me, so I settle for meeting his icy stare with a defiant one of my own.
The pain grows with each thrust, but I show no outward sign of just how much it hurts.
After what feels like an eternity, I feel the hardness inside me spasm followed by burst after burst of warm viscous fluid flooding me.
They say the devil has horns and a pointy tail. But I've seen the devil. He's bald and wears Armani.