Chapter 7: Why Does it Matter
This one is a little shorter than my last chapter. Umm enjoy and I hope I haven't sickened anyone out yet. This chapter is worse.
Warning: Disturbing content, don't like don't read last third of chapter.
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hitachiin90: Everybody hates Lee, or at least I do, but that only is because I know what is going to happen. Fred is going to try his hardest I don't know how I want Fred to find out where George is but I will have a way when it finally comes up. The mission is important, not to this story, well…no. It just describes why Fred acts the way he does in later chapters. The girl and the boy is important, they are not good people, trust me. Thank you for your reviews, I love it. And thank you for asking questions. I love that.
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Volcania fire princess: Don't fret, Fred will get his revenge in time. But for now you have at least two more chapters of George torture. So expect to hate Lee more. Thank you for reviewing.
Onto the chapter, I will repeat this again there is going to be disturbing content in this chapter. Please don't bash me about it.
George was rudely awakened early to a kick in his stomach making him grasp and lean over as he tried to dull the pain. He gingerly opened his eyes as he stared upwards only to be blinded by bright lights. He was blinked dumbly as someone grabbed his hair forcing him to stare right into the light more. He hissed as he closed his eyes only to be slapped again.
"Keep your eyes open you little shit." Lee growled forcing George's head up even more until George screamed with pain as Lee yanked his hair, pulling a good chuck of his hair out and drawing blood.
"Why are you doing this to me?" George cried out his tongue feeling numb.
"Shut up brat." Lee yelled hitting him against his head once more and making George whimper.
"I don't understand."
"There is nothing to understand. I wanted you so I got you."
"But why? Why do you do such shit to me? If you truly loved me…" George started but quieted as he was slapped again, the slap so fierce that his face bruised and he could hear buzzing in his ears.
"Listen to me you fucking slut. What I choose to do to you is my business and mine alone. I don't need to explain myself to you."
"But…"
"Shh no more talking." Lee purred, his personality taking a 180 turn as he kissed George passionately making George struggle again, his feeble attempts to stop Lee only making the captor even more excited. Lee put his hands behind George's back and pulled George close to him in a deceptively gentle hug. George now sat on Lee's lap George is almost sitting upon him.
"Do you know how happy I am to have you now? Do you know how long I dreamt of this, how much I wanted you?" Lee whispered into George's ear before biting it sharply making George squirm once again and by doing so rubbed their bodies together making Lee moan and tilt his head back. George only looked disgusted and scared, they had the same conversation almost a hundred times already and it always leads to the same ending.
"I see you are eager this morning…?" Lee purred again as he threw George backwards back against the wall and held him there a seductive smile on his face. George fought back in the only way he can; he spat at Lee surprising the taller man as the spittle ran under his eye. Lee changed again from gentle passion arousal to heated anger as he elbowed George in the face crushing his nose in the process.
"Do something like that one more time and I swear I will make you regret it." Lee yelled again as he drew back and punched George in the face making George lose a couple of teeth prying themselves loose as George screamed.
"I'm sorry, never again. I'm sorry." George begged when Lee is about to elbow him again. Lee stopped his actions as he stared at George his face contorted with aggression and disgust growing.
"God you're pathetic, all you do is beg." Lee sneered as he hit George again, though he noted that it was softer than the punches landed before, still it made George feel dizzy and lightheaded and giving Lee the better hand in the situation. Lee stood up and stripped off his clothing while George struggled to think straight again. George tried to fight, tried to stay strong but once again his strength didn't last as Lee pushed into him without warning, or preparation. He couldn't help but scream again, a scream that seemed to echo though the room. And suddenly Lee stopped but didn't withdraw out as his body became tense.
"You said his name again." Lee hissed as his hands let go of George's hips and instead finds their way toward George's neck. And in a moment of stupidly, in a moment of defiance and pain and insanity, George found himself reply, "Oh go fuck yourself." Lee lost it at that point, wrapping his arms around George's skinny neck and squeezing, watching as George gave up, not even struggling. And he could feel the muscles beneath the fingers as he squeezed tighter and tighter watching as George's lips started to become blue, watching as his eyes started to dilate. He stopped before George passed out letting his hands leave the now black and blue neck as George instinctively grasped in breaths.
"You think he can help you? No one will help you, you now belong to me."
"Go…fuck…your…self." George whispered though grasps as he tries to get as much air in as possible. It didn't matter anymore… Nothing mattered. No one was coming to rescue him. Fred was dead. Alicia was dead… Everyone didn't care about him. The only way he would get out is if he got himself out. And that was what he was going to do. Even if the only way out was death.
"You snot nose little loser, I' will show you why you shouldn't do that again."
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Ron just stared at Hermione as he pushed her into their bedroom his face unreadable which only caused Hermione to frown.
"What Ron?"
"I have to call mom."
"And what is that going to do?"
"I don't know, mom will probably take Fred back to the burrow." Ron muttered.
"You think that is the best thing?"
"Come on Hermione, he can't stay here, I mean we only have one bedroom, and what is he going to do? Just crash on the couch every night?"
"If he wants to then we should let him."
"You are just saying that because you feel guilty."
"Listen he just found out about George didn't he? We can't just immediately kick him out for someone else to deal with. He is probably still in shock."
"Exactly he would be better off with mom and dad then us."
"Ron… Come on please? For me? I promise if you do this little favor for me I'll do one for you." Hermione whispered seductively in Ron's ear making him shiver.
"Fine but I still need to tell them." Ron said as he wrapped his arms around Hermione and dragged her to him smiling wide. They brought their lips together in a small kiss barely lasting ten seconds but in that ten seconds they enter a world of sensitivity. In that ten seconds they both feel happy but as soon as the kiss ended Ron smile ends and his eyes tear up.
"I'm going to give Fred this blanket." Ron said as he picks up a beautiful hand woven pink blanket that Hermione made two years ago.
"Fine but I'll be waiting for you here." Hermione added seductively, panting knowing that after three month without sex she needs it badly. Ron just nodded before leaving the room. Hermione groaned and fall back into the bed hoping that Ron will get back soon but somehow doubting it.
Ron shut his bedroom door as he walked over to the couch and threw the pink blanket over his sleeping brother before flopping down on the other couch and resting his head against the headrest as he shut his eyes. He felt a little guilty at first knowing that Hermione wais waiting in the bedroom for him but honestly he couldn't stomach to be around her when she got like that… He still couldn't accept that she never told him about the notes; he can't help but feel mad at Hermione for that. I mean if she would had told him maybe everything would be different now. He could imagine how everything would be: Fred will be home with George, Lee would be getting help for his illness, and hell Alicia might even still be alive! Hermione and he would be working on getting married and having kids, mom and dad will be happy and coming over to visit... Instead Fred is on the couch, George was missing, Hermione and his relationship were losing its luster and he couldn't figure who wais to blame for that. Mom and dad are both distant and moody. Nothing is right here and he wonders if anything would ever be again.
He could feel hatred for Fred, hatred for Fred because he left. He didn't know why Fred chose to go on the mission all he knew is that on the day that Ron moved into Hermione's apartment, his boxes of clothes and objects everywhere he heard a knock on the door he opened it to find one of his twin brothers. He can still remember the conversation.
Flashback
"Umm hi." Ron remembered saying.
"Ron listen to me and it is very important that you listen."
"Okay go ahead."
"I have to leave."
"Leave?"
"Yeah tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Promise you won't tell anyone."
"I promise… What is this about?"
"You know that when Voldemort died most of his followers did too right?"
"Yeah."
"Two escaped and vanished remember?"
"Yeah of course."
"Well they were spotted near Mexico."
"Oh."
"They have been reporting terrorizing the locals in a small village in Mexico, I don't exactly know where but I doubt it matters. So one wizard stumbled across them and found out that they are planning on building some type of army."
"Why?"
"To continue what Voldemort started I guess. I'm not exactly sure. So when the ministry got word of their plans they decided on sending two people, as well as other ministries around the world. Well they did a random name pulling thing and got Draco, who is of course is perfect for a mission like this. You know, since he used to be a deatheater. But they needed another person."
"And they chose you?"
"No, they chose George."
"Then why…"
"I am not going to let George go on such a dangerous mission. Do you know what will happen if they catch on? We will die. So of course when I overheard dad talking to another worker about the mission I volunteered."
"Ok how long will you be gone?"
"One year."
"What, a whole year?"
"Yeah a whole year."
"And you can't tell anyone? What the hell is George going to do when you disappear? That sucks."
"That's why I need you to promise me something while I'm gone."
"Okay what?"
"Watch over George for me and makes sure he is okay and safe."
"I'll try."
"You'll have to do better than just try. George can't know where I am. No one can. I'm not even supposed to tell you, but someone needs to take care of him while I'm gone. You cannot tell George where I am, no one is supposed to know not even you so it is very important that you never tell him."
End flashback
Fred hugged him and left, the next day he was gone and George started to lose it and Ron had to bite his lip to avoid telling George anything. He remembered after talking to George about Fred for four hours that he just wanted to shake George and tell him everything but he promised Fred and he never breaks his promises. He had no idea about the notes but if he had known in a heartbeat he would have told George everything. He knew that would have been the right thing to do and he can bet that Fred would have wanted him to. Now it is too late and for that he felt hatred toward Hermione because she knew how serious the situation was and yet she kept silent. He even felt mad at George for believing such lies. If George was just a stronger person then he wouldn't have fallen for such lies and he would still be here today piecing his life back together making his life miserable.
"It's not fucking fair that this happened!" He sighed to the ceiling before kicking his feet out and knocking over the small table.
"Ron?" Fred croaked out his voice still weak with sleep. Ron blushed, knowing with the knowledge that he woke Fred up.
"Go back to sleep Fred." Ron replied not in the mood for talking.
"What's not fair?" Fred asked again, ignoring Ron's request, as he sat up watching as the blanket crumples onto the wooden floor. He raised an eyebrow at the blanket.
"You looked cold." Ron replies his face a cherry tomato as he lies his head down again and staring once again at the ceiling.
"Hey Ron tell me what is unfair." Fred ordered and Ron can feel his brother's glaze on him as he continued to stare up at the ceiling.
"Everything. Everything is unfair."
"Yeah George being kidnapped is cruel and… It's pretty unfair." Fred responded dumbly, his mouth in a thin line as his eyes watered. Ron groaned expecting Fred to start talking about George for hours on end just like George did for him. Then again Fred always seemed less dependant on George than George wais of him. So maybe Fred wouldn't be so annoying.
"Yeah but it isn't all about George. Hermione and my relationship is going down the drain. Mom won't stop crying, honestly she won't stop, dad is just busying himself in his work, going to work at six and coming home at ten. Ginny is a mess too, she just lies on the couch for most of the day. Charlie is really distracted at his job; almost let a dragon attack some muggles last month. The only family member that seems to be doing well is Percy who still refuses to come home or talk to the family." Ron said making sure he doesn't keep the conversation only on George after all the other family members are failing apart too.
"Wait when I left he was talking to the family."
"Yeah, well mom blew up at him at Christmas and then he disowned us again." Ron lazily said back as if this is all old news, and for him it was. Fred just looked shocked.
"What did she blow up about?"
"Percy has a girlfriend now and mom does not approve."
"Why?"
"Her parents are or where deatheaters."
"Oh, jesus, I missed that?"
"You missed a lot Fred." Ron quieted down looking at his hands again.
"Is Percy happy with his girlfriend?"
"Mary seems nice and polite but I don't know if I can don't trust anybody who is related to deatheaters."
"Umm I hate to break it to you but some of our relatives were deatheaters."
"Yeah but not our parents."
"I guess you are right Ron."
"But you know what he seems happier than I have ever seen him, he looks relaxed around her and even smiles a lot more. I guess that she can't be that bad of a person if she makes Percy happy right? Anyways their relationship is doing better than my relationship is."
"Why is that?"
"I love her, okay? I love her very much and I don't want you thinking that I don't, love her because I really do. Honestly she is the best, sweetest, know-it-all beautiful female that ever lived and I truly love her."
"Okay you love her now go on."
"I cant it is so embarrassing."
"Holy cow, I'm your brother you can tell me anything."
"I just don't know."
"Come on, please."
"Okay, fine, I can't get intimate with her anymore."
"Why not?" Fred asked having to force himself not to laugh.
"Sometimes I can't stand her, I really can't. Sometimes when we have sex I have to think about other women just to get a hard on, and that was before the kidnapping. Afterwards, my appetite for sex has completely vanished and every time I think about it I cringe. I don't know what is wrong with me."
"Oh, well have you thought of seeing a psychologist?"
"No, I will not tell a stranger that my girlfriend doesn't turn me on anymore."
"But you will tell your brother?" Fred joked not noticing the shame written on his younger brother's face.
"I see your humor hasn't vanished." Ron replied looking at Fred seriously.
"George would have wanted me to keep joking."
"Stop it Fred, stop using George in past tense, he is still alive." Ron screamed at Fred nearly ready to punch Fred who stopped smiling.
"I don't think he died either Ron. If he had died then wouldn't I feel something, wouldn't I feel him go?" Fred asked unsure of himself. After all they are twins, don't twins have a secret connection to each other, and shouldn't they be able to know when one dies?
"I don't know, I just feel like the only one who still has hope."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Everybody has just given up after the first month. Mom says that most kidnapped victims die within the first three hours of being kidnapped so she says that the only way we are going to find him is if he died and therefore she doesn't want to look for something like that. Dad is in so much denial that he wraps himself up in enough work so much that he has no time to even think about George. Hermione still tries to find ways to find him, looking though magic books for spells that will help us locate him but everyday I see her giving up more and more. Ginny is at the point that she, was asking people on the street for the longest time if anyone has seen Lee, handing out postcards with Lee and George's face and begging people if anyone spots them to immediately call the cops, but even she gave up. The only person who is still seems to want to help me is Harry and the only reason he is helping is because he is too stubborn to give up."
"Just like the old times huh?" Fred whispered hurt and hope in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"You know, Harry, Hermione, and you working together to come up with solutions to problems. Hermione will almost always get mad at one or both of you and storm off but always did her part. Harry and you always working together not accepting Hermione's help until you have no other option. What have you guys been doing?" Fred asked as he stood up already thinking of plans.
"Doing about what?" Ron asked confused.
"About finding George?"
"Oh well when the police were still looking…"
"The police stopped looking?"
"After three months they just considered him dead. Only one policeman is still on the case but other than that there is just us three." Ron responded.
"We started by looking at Lee's records, where he lived during his childhood, where his favorite house was. We have checked if he is at his siblings houses, checked around Diragon Alley. So far we have found nothing." Hermione stated startling both Ron and Fred as they turned around to face her.
"We have even gone door to door once. Nothing." Ron added in smiling shortly at Hermione who smiled back but her smile seemed almost forced making Ron wonder how long she has been standing there for.
"But how are you checking?" Fred asked looking at them in a weird way.
"Searching for anyone who looks like Lee, hear if anyone yells out 'Lee' walking close to buildings to hear if we can hear screaming.… We're starting to get more far-fetched as the more conventional methods fail."
"That won't work at all. Lee could have used a silencing charm on windows and walls. Lee could use polyjuice to look like anybody to avoid being spotted in public if he would go out. There is probably hundreds of Lee's around for miles. We need to find a different way to check where George is." Fred added while Hermione and Ron listened to him forlornly.
"We are still just stopping people and asking if they have seen him."
"Come on there must be something better." Fred replied and suddenly Hermione perked up.
"Ron call Harry and tell him to come over and bring the map with him." Hermione whispered getting confused looks from both Fred and Ron.
"Hermione that map is only good for Hogwarts."
"So, if someone made that map then there must be a way to make another map right?" Hermione asked.
"I doubt it Hermione and anyways the map will have to be huge because Lee could have taken George anywhere, and I mean anywhere all over the world."
"Don't be stupid Ron; Floo powder has legal limit spells on it. You can't just whisk away to Botswana when you feel like it. There's still a chance he's in England."
"Too small of a chance." Fred adds in but both Ron and Hermione stopped listening to him, "we can do this, anyways at least it will make us feel less horrible."
Fred just flopped back on the couch and sat there watching though clouded eyes as Hermione ran around calling Harry and then saying something to Ron, but like everything else Fred stopped caring and closed his eyes, letting the darkness guide him to sleep. His last thought was it wasn't going to work.
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George looked over at Lee with muted interest as Lee stepped over him and walked to the handcuffs, a key in hand. In less than three seconds George felt blood rush into his fingertips as he was freed of the handcuffs. George could feel his arms falling to his sides; the muscles are so tight that it felt like he was a puppet with its strings cut Somewhere in his brain he someone screamed, 'run,' but his body was frozen with the threat Lee promised. All he did was just half lay half sit on his own blood as he watched as Lee walked away. In surprise George tried to stand up only to find that when he did his left calf buckled beneath him and he screamed as he fell down, feeling like his leg ripped in half. Tears in his eyes, George massaged the muscle gently, trying to invigorate it enough to move. His left leg hurt so bad and all he can do is stretch his muscle and try to get used to the pain. His thoughts were if he could get used to the pain then he could stomach trying to get up again and run, escape. After deciding he is not going to get used to the pain he forced himself to try and stand up again feeling his legs shake in the process. He could feel cold sweat coating his pale skin as he struggled to keep standing putting the least amount of pressure on his left leg only to have his right leg give up and suddenly he hit the ground feeling like his knees split open with the force of the fall. He fall head first knocking a couple more teeth out of his mouth and biting his tongue which only made him scream more. And he can feel himself shivering as he tried to get up again, only to fall once again, and for a minute he argued with himself if he should just give up, yet he knows he can't just give up. He can't be even more of a pussy then he is already is berated himself as he knew Fred would for being so weak. As George continued trying to stand he didn't notice Lee standing in a corner.
Lee stood back against the darkness and watched George's feeble attempts with a secret gleam in his eyes as he saw George crumple to the floor again. It was such feeble attempt and Lee really wondered how much damage George would do to himself, and he secretly made a game out of the guessing. How many times will George try before he gives up? It was only after the tenth fall that Lee had enough as he stepped out of the shadows alerting George's attention. For a moment they just stare at each other as George pushed himself to his feet again and smiling with this little victory. But his smile died again as Lee just continued to stare at him, his eyes drilling into George's head and George stared back telling himself that he can escape, he can really do it. And Lee saw the defiance on George's face and growled dropping the bag he was carrying to the floor. There was a crash. And for a minute the only noise anybody can hear is the sound of metal crashing against metal, and. George wanted to look down at the bag to find out what is in there but he found his eyes can't, his eyes are glued on Lee's harsh gaze. Part of himself knows that he wais being foolish, that he is just going to get himself hurt again but he ignored it as he continues to stare at Lee. He had to show Lee him that he couldn't not be broken. Regardless of what Lee does to him he will get over it. As he stood he could feel his body shaking all over, almost making him look as though he was having a seizure. Lee noticed his shaking too and all it took was one push with a finger and George was on the floor again.
George can feel himself curling up as a foot came down on his ribs making him scream. Another foot comes down and then another and another until George could feel his ribs shattering as he hears a snap. Suddenly his head was jerked up again aggregating his broken ribs and making him whimper as he faced Lee.
"I will break you." Lee said darkly as he lifted George's head up more before slamming it harshly into the ground watching as his body jerks slightly. Lee then walked slowly over to the bag as George weakly attempted to move again, this time forgetting about walking as he reached out his hands to find the corners of tiles as he tried to crawl away, moving as fast as he could even though his arms felt like rubber and his ribs cried out with outrage. Lee chooses a tool smiling as he turned around to George who really wasn't going anywhere soon. Lee walked up along George and just keeps in pace with the crawling captive as if he is just walking and not keeping his eye on his prey, even when he puts his tool over a shoulder is still keeping in pace with George who tried to crawl even faster with no luck. Lee finally stepped ahead of George and spun around so he was now facing George and George stopped crawling as his eyes locked on the tool above Lee's head. His lips curled up as he whispers, "no." Lee just smiled as kicks George on his captive's back forcing him to lay flat on the ground. George moans when Lee doesn't take his foot off and instead smashed his left hand with his other foot before sliding that foot down to the wrist and pushed down harshly so his left hand couldn't move. George tried to pull his hand away but Lee just added more pressure cracking the delicate, tiny bones in his wrist making the hand turn slightly blue as he shivered with anxiety wondering what Lee wais planning. That was until Lee lowered the axe.
"Stop, please Lee please stop. I'll do anything, anything you ask but please." George's beg went on deaf ears as Lee quickly lowers the axe and stops right above his left hand, a sinister threat. George panicked and tried to yank his hand away even more as Lee's foot slipped back to three inches further down his arm as George tried to plead again. At the end the pleas failed and George had nothing else to do but close his eyes as the foot tightened on his arm. He knew what was coming, but it didn't prepare him for the pain. The next thing he knows he is in horrible pain and he expresses his pain in terrifying screams, and he forced himself to keep his eyes closed. He didn't want to open his eyes, didn't want to see the destruction that Lee has caused unfortunately Lee had other ideas as he stepped on George's right hand and George's eyes shoots open within a heartbeat. He lets out another cry again as he came face to face with his severed hand, still only standing inches separated from his wrist away from him. He looked closely at the rest of his arm and then back to his hand, blood spilling out of the stump. Something dripped over him, sending thick liquid down his face as he stared up seeing the axe, still covered in his blood and the shellshock wouldn't allow him to believe that the blood came from him.
Lee slammed a foot down on George's right wrist, shocking George back to reality as he looked back in horror at his left hand feeling nausea beginning to sit in. He still felt the pressure on his right hand continues and George looks up at the axe, waiting high over Lee's head and George started to cry as despair filled him.
"Lee please, leave my hand." He begged looking into Lee's eyes desperately.
"Why should I?"
"Please, please." Lee shakes his head as he lowers the axe but right before the axe meets flesh George screamed out in panic, "I belong to you." Lee looks at the axe a twisted smile on his face as he lowers the axe onto the ground before kneeling down beside George.
"So you admit I own you?" Lee asked almost gentsly as he played with George's hair almost tenderly. When George didn't answer right away Lee yanked his hair again forcing his head closer to his ex hand.
"Yes, yes okay. You own everything about me and you can do anything to me." George screams echoes throughout the room. Tears flowing down his face "I'm yours."
"Good I will keep that in mind," Lee responds as he stands up and picked the axe back up, "but unfortunately that isn't good enough." George only then realized that Lee didn't have a foot on his back anymore as it was right in front of him. So he watched as the axe comes down as he pushed his body closer to Lee's legs and right before the axe touched skin George bites Lee in the leg making Lee cry out and miss the target only cutting off his ring finger at the first knuckle and his whole pinky fingers. It still made George scream in pain letting go of Lee's leg which is now bleeding.
"You fucking asshole." Lee shouted smacking George in the face with the flat of the axe luckily only splitting open his left check. George whimpers in pain as he tries to back away but Lee stopped him.
"I'm going to do to you what I always wanted to do." Lee says with a crazed smile as he slammed George's head into the ground, knocking him out. When George woke up he found himself tied to a rusty swing. He tried to get off of the swing but failed when he found out that his wrists were tied to the chains. He shivered as he wondered what Lee had in store for him, his cheek was swollen, and his tongue still felt numb where he was cuts really funny, his left arm is aching, and his whole body seems to be bleeding. It wasn't long before Lee came walking in, excitement evident on his stark features. George could feel him looking at his body once more as if deciding on something. It wasn't long until he walked over to George and rubbed his thigh gently.
"This is going to be so great." He said more to himself than George who just shook as Lee rubbed his inner thigh slowly and George froze as he realized that Lee wanted him to get hard. Well that is not going to happen. Lee stopped and looked at George's face before pulling out a white glove from his pocket; he took his time as he put the glove on one of his hands before walking over to a turning wheel and started to move the wheel, moving the swing higher so the swing was at Lee's shoulders. He stopped shortly and before stepped back, observing before nodding as if satisfied with something.
"We are now ready." He called to the George. He couldn't understand why he was in such a position, or why Lee would possibly think he could get aroused. He would know soon. Lee stood below the swing and smugly pushed George's legs apart more somehow, twisting his legs further apart until he swore the skin will break.
"Keep your legs this far apart, if you do not you will be dead." Lee said professionally as he held his hand in a strange position in front of George's face. He smirked when George struggled to keep his legs apart, then with one motion he shoved three fingers into George hearing George scream with shock and horror. He removed his fingers slowly in the crevice, curling them and scratching George from the inside as he forced another finger into the tight hole, making George whimper. He curled that one as well and shoved the pawed hand deeper into George, smiling as he screamed in agony. Lee smiled, happy he had enough strength to force apart George's dilapidated muscle as he curled the knuckles again, forming a fist inside of Georges body. He pulled the fist out firmly seeing the blood wrapped around the glove. He waited a moment before shoving the gloved fist back inside of George as George twisted and cried out and tried to pull away By accident George let his legs drop a little bit as Lee continued to thrust into him, seeing downpour of blood on Lee's arm. Lee yanked his fist out of George and laughed. George groaned as the pressure kept growing and that alone scared him as he tried to pull his legs in but stopped when blood soaked hands grabbed his legs in a bruising grip.
"Are you going to try anything like that again?" Lee asked gingery. George didn't make any indication that he heard anything, his body felt far away as his eyes narrowed seeing nothing but tiny tunnels of light so George can say he is in a tunnel. Every minute the tunnel becomes skinner and skinner until he could barely see anything. He could feel someone cutting off the ropes around his right arm and when he hit the ground he barely felt it. The last thing that registered is Lee's chuckling, then nothing.
AN:
Oh I just been told off, look at the BN below, oh well. In my science class we didnt go over arterties in the tongue yet and I didnt know about the other thing too(oops) but atleast my beta knew about it and fixed it. Oh well know I know (:
BN:
I had to make a lot of changes to this chapter due to some of the things just not making sense. For instance, the possibility of shoving a full fist into someones anus without any form of stretching is absolutely impossible. The muscles in your ass are the tightest in your body, even tighter than a womans vag, so the idea of just pushing something that big into something that small is just completely unfeasible, even if you were trying to fist-fuck a corpse. I hope nobody minds. That kind of inaccuracy kind of irks me is all.
Additionally, I made a few changes in the last chapter as well, which I hope explained themselves. Few people know about the major vein that's in your tongue. That's why its so important to have a licensed piercing artist involved if you get your tongue pierced. It is also why some prisoners of war or rape victims managed to commit suicide despite being bound hand and foot. Biting through your tongue breaks a major artery that can cause you to bleed to death. But only if you cut vertically. If Lee had sliced down George's tongue like a snake, the poor boy would have died within minutes, so I lessoned the wound and made it sommat he could actually SURVIVE.
… That is all.