Michael struggled to break himself free from T-bag's tight grasp. Theodore was surprisingly strong, despite his lean physique. He had no intentions of giving T-bag the satisfaction of his submission. Not to this snake, this rapist, murderer...
He began to wonder why he willingly put himself in this hell-hole, if it was all worth it. It is, he had to remind himself, Unless you'd rather give up on your brother. The man who practically raised you, gave up everything to make sure you got proper schooling, the reason he's in this place. Unless you'd rather have him sentenced to death... It's all because of you. Overwhelming guilt swelled in him now. I'm sorry Linc...
Suddenly, Michael's thoughts were interrupted as a harsh wave of pain took over his entire body. He felt his legs get weak, and his stomach lurched. He unwillingly let out a groan of pain, but quickly closed his mouth tightly. He didn't want to show any weakness. Luckily, Michael had a high tolerance for abuse, a trait left behind by the actions of his foster father. Theodore had entered him. He seemed to be purposely hurting Michael, forcing into him as roughly as possible.
"There's no way...ugh... I'll let you enjoy this now pretty..." T-Bag reveled, in short low grunts. With each thrust he took, he seemed to be pounding harder and harder, until Michael let out another low whimper. His head was spinning all around the room, and he closed his eyes tight to steady himself. Linc... T-Bag moaned and grunted behind him and he could feel the heat emanating from both of their sticky bodies. Michael's heart was pounding fast in his chest, causing him to breathe heavily. The pain was too much for him now, and he began to panic.
"What's wrong," Theodore questioned in a raspy tone, "too much for your pretty little ass to handle?" There was amusement in T-Bag's voice, and Michael imagined that sinister grin of his sweeping across his face now. He continued, heart racing, breaths quick and heavy. Michael couldn't control his rising panic.
"Calm down boy," Theo actually sounded a little concerned, or maybe just annoyed. "You're not gonna have one of them panic attacks on me, are ya? Not yet. Not before I'm done."
All at once, Micheal's surroundings changed. Everything faded into a blur of complete darkness, and he felt momentarily blinded. T-bag was no longer with him now, he was alone, in the dark. All he was left with was the faint memory of his body being touched, shamed, and the pain that went with it all.
Once his eyes adjusted, he realized there was a faint sliver of light coming through a crack at the bottom of a door infront of him.
Automatically, he reached forwards, until his hands hit the cold hard wood of the door. Sliding his hands up the wood, he searched for what he imagined should be a doorknob.
As he fumbled around, he found it and turned the knob frantically, however it did not free him of the darkness. The door was locked. Micheal banged with hard fists against the wood, "HELLO!?" He let out, his voice surprising him amongst the silence. His throat was hurting, it was dry and strained.
Then Michael heard the footsteps. They seemed to be pulled right out of his deeply suppressed memory. That's when he realized where he was.