So I LOVE this chapter. And listening to the song for this chapter makes it that much better. Just don't start it till I say. And don't worry I will have when to start it in there. It's Lifehouse - Storm.
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The room was concrete just like the cell. It was empty except for a chair a table and them. Hanson and Parker had cuffed her hands behind her, and tied her down.
"Aren't you brave? Standing up for a couple worthless bitches like that." Parker said grabbing her right breast roughly.
"Braver than you." she spat. "You have to prey on people who are locked up. Who have no power against you."
"You saying you have no power, kitty?" Hanson asked with a sickening smile.
"Untie me, and I'll show you just how much power I have." she growled.
"I don't think so. We're gonna have some fun first." Hanson said.
He cut her shirt and bra off, and she tried not to cringe. Then Parker yanked her pants off, then unzipped his, and pulled himself out. She closed her eyes as he started pounding into her, and tried to imagine she was somewhere else, anywhere else, doing anything but this.
*****Start Song Now*****
They threw her back in the cell just before lights out, after fighting back an aggressive wolverine. They had put a raggedy looking shirt on her and shoved her pants back on.
Logan walked over to her shaking form and kneeled down beside her. She smelled like blood, and like them, and it made a growl escape him. He gently moved the hair out of her face, and looked at her. She had her eyes closed and her face was dirty.
"Look at me, baby." he said softly.
She opened her eyes which were now a beautiful purple and looked in his surprisingly brown ones. But knowing it's what she needed The Wolverine reined himself in, even with her feral side being in control, and let Logan be in charge.
"It... It's cold." she said in a small voice.
"I know, baby. C'mere." He helped her lift up her arms and then gently pulled the raggedy shirt off. He then unbuttoned the long sleeved shirt he wore, and put it on her. He picked her up, carried her over to the mattress and slid in beside her.
He started slowly running his hands through her hair, trying to get their smell off of her. He took care to untangle the knots in her hair as he slowly and thoroughly went through every strand.
He then moved his hands to her face. He ran them over her cheeks, and kissed her forehead, her eyelids.
He made his way down her entire body, licking and kissing, anywhere that smelt like them. He went slowly and the process seemed to take hours, but he wanted her to stay calm, so he took his time, being extremely thorough.
He stopped when he got to her center and hovered at the end of her stomach. He had felt her body's reaction, and smelt it, but didn't want her to panic. He stayed there a moment, then moved back up to her face.
"Open your eyes, darlin'." he whispered.
She just closed her eyes tighter, and turned her head slightly away from him.
Remembering this wasn't Brooke, it was her feral, he let out a soft warning growl, and nudged her neck. She let out a small whine and opened her eyes to look at him.
"I don't wanna hurt you, baby. I don't want you to be scared of me. I don't want to rush you, or... you to panic." he said helplessly.
"You promised." she said with tears in her eyes.
His eyes also teared up and he kissed her with all the passion he had. "And I'm gonna keep that promise."
He moved back down to her center and started licking. She gasped and breathlessly begged for him not to stop. Right before she came, he moved back up to her face and whispered to her. "It's just me, darlin'."
She let out a small sob and clung to him. "Please," she said with her voice cracking. "I don't want to feel them anymore."
"You won't, darlin'. I promise you won't." he said, kissing her again.
He whispered sweet nothings to her as he slowly pushed inside her. She closed her eyes and clung to him tighter.
"Stay with me, baby. Open your eyes, look at me." he waited till she did, then continued whispering softly.
"Trust me." he whispered, pulling out of her. "Just you and me. I'm not gonna hurt you." she let out another sob, a tear finding it's way down her cheek.
He kissed the tear away and slowly pushed back inside her. She started crying, begging him not to stop. He whispered to her the whole time, making sure she knew it was just them.
They both came together, and she fell apart. She cried and held onto him like he was her life source. He held her back, still whispering softly to her, holding back his own tears. "It's ok. I gotcha, darlin'. Nothin's gonna happen, ok? Everything's alright."
He didn't sleep much that night. He held her the whole time. Whispering to her when she started struggle in some sort of nightmare, and held her closer, and she would calm again. He cried while he watched her sleep.
He took a deep breath and kissed her eyelids. "I love you." he whispered, crying.
He held her close and managed to find an hour or two of sleep listening to her breathing, and holding her close. Praying that somehow they would get out of here. And soon.
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