22/5/13

Thanks for the support and reviews, sorry for the long wait everyone but Without My Apollo's Love has been my main focus for the past week or so

dance-sing-live – I know :( poor baby

TotaltotheMax – haha, I'm ill and have exams … that's why you are getting a chapter!

Chapter 3

Day 5: 10am
Combeferre lay awake trembling on the bed. He felt horribly dirty and violated but could do nothing about it. The thug had left him with his hands bound in front of him with the thick rope used the night before. To begin with his feet had been free but as the bastard tried to impose himself on Combeferre more, Combeferre started kicking back and soon his legs were bound as well. The one thing that had remained all night long was the gag. It bit into the corners of Combeferre's mouth and he could not shut his mouth properly without it digging in any further. Tears continued to stream down his face. Every time he shut up his eyes the visions of the night before remained. Shame bit at his heart; he responded. That was the worst part of it all; his body had responded to the actions of the abusing brute. He cried harder into the sheets that were stained with his own blood.

New cuts lined his skin at various points scattered across his body. The worst being an ugly gash splitting his forehead and running all the way from his hairline down to the corner of his eye. It stung every time he blinked; a painful reminder of everything that had happened. His mind kept on drifting back to Enjolras and the revolution. He loved his little brother ... He could never blame his little brother. But there was one thing he could blame; the revolution. If Enjolras had never got involved with the older revolutionaries or created the Amis de l'ABC then he wouldn't be laid there. If they had remained innocent to the injustices of people then he wouldn't have been abused. They were fighting for the people who did not want their help. Then it hit him, they were fighting for people like this thug that tortured him. They were fighting for the trash that raped and cut people every day. He couldn't go back to them. Combeferre could no longer fight for those that would not hesitate to hurt him. It was all about survival now.

The thug rolled over and kissed Combeferre on the cheek. His heart rate quickened rapidly as he tried to move away. But the pain was too much. "Ten and a half hours left pretty boy," he chuckled and Combeferre shivered. There was silence for a few moments but suddenly a black leather strip was held firmly over his eyes. The room fell into darkness and Combeferre panicked. He thought that he couldn't felt any more exposed and worthless; this increased it tenfold. His mind grew frantic, not knowing where his abuser was lurking. A burning pain seared the back of his skull and Combeferre cried out through the gag in agony. He tried to get rid the pain from his mind but tears streamed down his face as it intensified. It was at least half an hour before the pain died down and Combeferre could finally breathe properly again. The bells chimed from the clock and Combeferre winced at the now deafening noise. "Eleven ... Time for another punishment," he hissed and Combeferre jumped at the sudden voice. He tried to anticipate the cut but he had no way of knowing where the thug was going to strike next. The knife dug into the back of his ankle tearing all the tendons down to his heel. The pain was unbearable to his already shattered mind. Combeferre drifted in and out of unconsciousness as his vital liquid poured out of his body. Eventually the blissful silence took him in its embrace.

Day 5: 12:30pm

Combeferre was abruptly woken by shouting and gun shots echoing through the hallways. He instantly tensed, looking around even though the world was shrouded in darkness. The door was thumped open and he could hear two people enter the room dramatically. The thug that was holding him jumped away from him presumably to attack the mysterious visitors that he prayed were here to rescue him. It had felt like a lifetime in this shadowy prison and he would take any opportunity to escape it's clutches. Another shot echoed off the stone walls and a thump soon followed. His dreams were coming real; Enjolras had not decided the revolution was worth more than one man as he feared he would; Enjolras had not decided it was a lost cause to find his imprisoned friend. One of the rescuers knelt down in front of him and softly took Combeferre's hand in his own. "Ferre, mon grande frère," he voice whispered and Combeferre's heart instantly lifted. It was Enjolras, it was his little brother; he had come to get him.

"Enj hurry up," the other voice exclaimed from the doorway; he instantly recognised it to be the cynical drunkard. If it was a better situation then of course he would be questioning those two on how they actually tolerated being with each other. But he had more important things to be worrying about.

"I'm here Ferre. We're going to get you out of here," Enjolras reassured him softly, as he gently untied the belt gag from round Combeferre's head. Blood seeped from deep cuts into his mouth as he retched violently onto the hard floor. Enjolras softly rubbed his back and pulled the blindfold off, trying not to hurt his best friend. He winced slightly and screwed his eyes shut as the light burned them due to no exposure to it's warming rays. "It'll all be fine now Lucien," Enjolras whispered, picking the slightly larger man up in his arms. "We're getting you out of here," he whispered again as Grantaire checked the corridors were empty. The world spun around him and his head pounded like a million thugs were kicking it in.

"Here," Grantaire called out throwing Enjolras a blanket. Enjolras caught it and softly wrapped Combeferre's naked form in it's scratchy protection. His eyes fluttered gently tp a close once he was back in the safe haven of his brother's touch.

I know this is considerably shorter than I usually write … but that just seemed like the right place to leave this chapter!