Chapter Five: Driven Under
This one's gonna be a wee bit on the graphic side as well, ladies and gents. Please hide the kiddies again, since their poor little minds would be scarred forever. Thank you! ;
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The abuse didn't cease there, either. On numerous occasions, when, of course, Myra was absent, Jarod and Sophie would tie the boy down and have their merry, sick way with him. After a few weeks, Ryan stopped his screaming and crying. After a couple of months or so, he was to the point where his struggles ceased and he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, face the epitome of pallid, eyes glazed, and heart broken by the torture his dear aunt put him through. All he could hear, though, was the maniacal laughter of Sophie, who never seemed to grow tired of watching the boy suffer.
A good two years into the extended bouts of torment that Ryan suffered, when he was a strapping nineteen year old young man, he came to the shocking (at least to him) realization that he had been treated wrongly. It all dawned upon him as Jarod was thrusting himself rapidly into the young man, and Ryan's eyes opened wide. His vision panned from Jarod, to the laughing Sophie, and back to Jarod. Suddenly, a boiling rage began to fill him, starting from his toes, which began to twitch madly, and slowly made its way up to his stomach, which began to burn like fire. His eyes went wide as Jarod made a particularly rough thrust into him, and he clenched his jaw, balling his bound hands into fists. After a long moment, he summoned up all his strength, even some he never knew he had, and brought both his hands straight up into the air, tipping over the coffee table and sending it flying backwards into the wall.
Hands now free of as much as the heavy wooden table, Ryan stared hatefully up into the face of Jarod, whose mouth had opened into a ridiculous 'o' of shock. He had stopped mid-thrust, and the veins that popped out on his forehead began to bead with sweat, his thick brows riding all the way up to his receding hairline. After a long staring contest, Ryan opened his mouth and began to scream as loudly as he could, bringing his hands down roughly upon Jarod's head and sending him toppling to the floor. Ryan slowly rose to his feet, staring at the no longer laughing Sophie through a thick curtain of black hair, panting hard as he averted his gaze to Jarod, who was frantically trying to pull his bulk up off the floor. A kick to his ribs saw him flat on his face, and Ryan began to giggle a little, the need to inflict pain upon his oppressors slowly but surely rising up within him. After all, how dare they! They had no right to his body! He'd never felt so.. dirty.. before. He felt empty and dirty and angry and he hated it. He'd never known how awful of a deed he'd been committed to. He knew now, though. He knew better now, and they would pay dearly for the pain they had caused him. They would feel it tenfold, even if it were the last act he committed on Earth.
After all, his mother had taught him all about God, and Satan, and Hell and Heaven, reminding him as often as she could that the promise of Hell waited for bad little boys, and since Ryan was always such a 'horrid little boy', he was sure he was going to Hell. Many a time he'd imagined what Hell would be like; even wondering if it would be a better place than the one Sophie and Jarod inhabited, and many a time he wished for death, just so he'd be away from such a place. He never realized, though, that he was already in Hell; and that there was no worse place than the one he lived within. There would be no salvation for him, no safety in the arms of either God or Lucifer, no judgement day in Purgatory, not yet, at least. There was no escape for Ryan, except into the safety of his own mind, and with the last shred of his sanity gone now, there was nothing stopping him from releasing his pent up anger upon himself, upon his peers, and upon the world. The light was gone for Ryan Kuhn, and there was no turning back.
Stepping back and behind Jarod, Ryan pulled the rope that bound his wrists tightly against Jarod's throat, feeling the man struggle for air beneath the thick coil of rope. Slowly, a twisted little smile pulled its way across Ryan's dry, cracked lips, and he tugged a little harder, watching in something similar to glee as Jarod's face turned red, then purple, his eyes bulging and his veins nearly bursting from the effort of trying to breathe. Carefully, so as not to fully strangle the gasping, writhing man, Ryan slowly ushered Jarod to his feet with a series of rough yanks with his wrists, lips still pulled back as though by wire into a maliciously gleeful grin. Slowly he pulled tighter, and yet tighter, and finally, with a brutal twist of his forearms, Jarod's head turned in what was nearly a full circle, a horrid cracking like the snapping of a piece of plywood echoing about them and pulling a cry from Sophie's lips. Ryan's grin only widened, and his lips began to bleed, little rivulets of blood running down his chin and neck, though he seemed totally unaware of it. He continued to hold Jarod's limpened body up for a long moment, then finally straightened his arms and let the heavy man collapse to the floor with a dull thud.
Slowly, like a wild animal approaching an unsuspecting bit of prey, Ryan slunk forward, stepping over Jarod's body and making his way toward the horrified Sophie. Sophie shrank back from his outstretched hands, eyes wide in pure terror and defeat. She knew there was no way out, no way to save herself from what she had done to him, and now he was after her and there was nothing in the world she could do. Tears filled her eyes and she began to mumble incoherently, shaking her head violently and spouting pure nonsense as Ryan grew ever closer, his fingers hooked into claws as they brushed against her bare shoulders. Roughly, he shoved her backwards into the wall, watching tiny pieces of plaster crumble and flutter to the floor around them. He grinned maliciously as she began to sob and scream all at the same time, a high-pitched wail filling his ears and partially crushing his feeling of glee. The last thing he needed was someone coming to see who was screaming. He wanted Sophie all to himself now, and nobody was going to take that away from him, not without a fight. He thrust his hands up, one on either side of her head, the ropes that still bound him cutting into her lips and momentarily silencing her screams. She tried to push him away with violently shaking hands, and failed when he tried to wrap the rope around her own throat, her face reddening and puffing up. Ryan, finding this completely unattractive, released her throat for the time being, snickering to himself at the look of hope that had suddenly danced through her wide eyes.
After another solid moment of staring into her pitiful eyes, Ryan brought his knee up as high and as hard as he could, at the same time bringing his hands up above her head and pushing downward roughly. Her chest met his knee in a sickening crunch, several of her ribs snapping like dry kindling under the force of Ryan's newfound strength. She crumpled before him, a weeping, sobbing mass of a woman, little tiny flecks of her blood framing her lips and chin, her eyes beginning to glaze over as unconsciousness tried to take hold. Ryan leaned over her, and slapped her smartly and suddenly across the face, wrenching a cry from her bloody lips and sending her into a gasping fit, coughing and choking as she struggled for breath when Ryan plopped himself down upon her, inwardly pondering on what evils would make them even in stature. What things could he do to her to make her feel the pain that had torn at his insides for so long? How could he hurt her to make her know how he had felt all this time? It all dawned on him suddenly, in a fleeting and shocking thought. He now knew exactly the way he wanted to gain his revenge.
Slowly, Ryan dragged his nails down Sophie's broken chest, grabbing roughly at her breasts, quite pleased when she began to writhe in pain from the pressure on her fractured ribs. Using his jagged fingernails, he grabbed at the top of her dress and simply yanked on it, tearing it away from her and leaving her in nothing but her stockings, which he also quickly relieved her of. Grinning wickedly, he traced his fingernails across her body, leaving invisible patterns that it seemed only he could see. Leaning down over her, he ran his tongue across her chin in an attempt to taste the blood that was still running from the corners of her mouth. He giggled a little, and soon the giggle turned into a full-fledged, high-pitched laugh that had Sophie clutching her ears rather than trying to force him away. He stopped short, though, when she raked her nails across his face, her fingernails taking several small chunks of skin with them, a shrill cry of terror and adrenaline tearing itself from her throat. Ryan quickly clamped one hand over her open mouth, ignoring the bites and the flails, still triumphant as he sat atop her. She reached up to yank on his hair, and he used his free hand to punch her in the chest, causing her to arch up, nearly choking on her own blood because his hand still covered her mouth. Quickly, so as not to choke her so soon, he removed his hand and replaced it with his lips, eagerly and hungrily tracing his tongue over her blood-smeared lips and finding himself pleased at the coppery taste that filled his mouth. She didn't even try to bite him now, but simply lay there, writhing in sheer agony as pain coursed through her like a wildfire.
After using his tongue to violate her mouth for a few moments more, Ryan re-positioned his hips somewhat, pressing the tip of his exceedingly hardened member against her exposed entrance. Her glazed eyes grew wide in shock and horror, and she struggled a little against his grip on her wrists, failing in that she could barely move. Grinning down at her, Ryan ground his hips against hers, watching in glee as she continued to cry and shake her head, feeling her writhe in disgust and pain beneath him. He greatly enjoyed watching her suffer, and made no indication that he was going to stop anytime soon, pressing the tip of his length against her entrance, which was, to her horror, growing more moist by the second. Finally, with a little snicker, Ryan thrust himself into her, closing his eyes in bliss as she threw back her head and screamed. His thickness, despite her lack of virginity to lose, tore at her insides, pulling at her as he withdrew and thrust again, her cries filling his ears and both increasing his pleasure and his rage. She had no right to scream, after all, no siree. She was getting just what was coming to her, and she needed to lay back and take it.
Again and again he thrust, savoring the feel of her tight heat; taking his pleasure slowly at first, then gradually, he sped up his motions, gripping at her wrists until his nails dug in and her flesh tore and began to bleed. She also began to bleed from the sheer force of his violent, desperate, yet somehow still deliberate and grinding pumps of his member into her intoxicating warmth. Her cries never tapered off, she just continued to scream and blubber and whimper, even calling him by his name now; no, no, no more calling him 'brat', those days had been cut short, and he greatly enjoyed hearing his name spill from her lips as through an accident; nothing more than a little slip of the tongue. Releasing one of her wrists, he struck her left cheek, hard, and hissed through clenched teeth.
"S-say it again."
Sophie just stared at him through those tear-filled, doe-like eyes, completely clueless as to what he meant. He slapped her again, and all but screamed it this time.
"SAY IT AGAIN, YOU FILTHY LITTLE BITCH!"
"SAY WHAT!" She screamed back at him, eyes wide and near bulging as she stared helplessly up at him, flinching back and losing that last little bit of backbone as he brought his hand down upon her cheek yet again, and this time she felt something snap deep within her skull as her head hit the floor, her eyes rolling back for a moment and her jaw going slack as she allowed sweet unconsciousness to try yet again to take her. Ryan, though, slapped her once more, bringing her back to reality, her mouth beginning to leak blood all over again; her pale skin now becoming colder and clammier the more blood she lost. Gathering the remains of her broken courage, she spat blood right into his eyes, listening to him cry out in what was nothing other than pure, unbridled rage, and he hit her again, and again, not even able to hear her scream anymore. All the while, he continued to thrust, feeling himself grow closer and closer to his climax, the end that would also mean the end for Sophie; his heart racing and his skin crawling in anticipation, his eagerness swelling deep within him, almost enough to match his fury.
Sophie's screams tapered off to muffled moans, her mouth all but gushing blood now from his weight atop her, her ribs making a sick sort of crunching noise as the broken pieces ground against one another, as well as against her organs. Ryan was simply delighted by the distant, cold look in her eyes, and somewhere deep within himself he wondered if he had ever looked like this. This thought seemed to ignite something within him, and his thrusts increased in power and speed, and with a loud, sensous moan, Ryan spilled himself deep within her, and as he did so, he collapsed atop her, blood now for sure coming out her mouth in a mass exodus of fluid; a torrent of crimson that left him reeling with both disgust and delight. He was light-headed now, and as he pushed himself up and off of her, he stared down into her open-mouthed, wide-eyed face, watching her mouth motor, naught but a tiny squeak slipping forth from her bloodied lips. He leaned down over her, tilting his head to perhaps hear what she had to say; see if she wanted to beg for her life yet. Sure enough, she mumbled through her own blood, pleading with him as she took her last breaths.
"P-please... h-help me... p...p..please.." With each consonant, little flecks of blood accumulated upon Ryan's neck and cheek, and he smiled knowingly down at her, his eyes glittering in that way that only lunatics' eyes can.
"Shh...shh... Now, Sophie, dear Sophie..." He reached down, and upon seeing that she hadn't the strength left to flinch away from his touch, he stroked her cheek for a moment, then leaned down close to her face.
"All I wanted for you to do was say my name, Sophie. Would that have been so hard? Now, look at you, you've soiled yourself up! Sad, and you were such a pretty little wench, too.." He continued to stroke her cheek, watching her choke and gurgle on her own blood. She reached up for him, trying to make some kind of an apology, but failing, and after a moment more of struggling for air, she fell limp beneath him, her still-wide green eyes boring into his, mouth gaping open like the gates of Hell itself. Ryan's eyes suddenly grew wide, and his vision panned from the dead whore before him to his still-hard member, which was covered with her blood. Yet more blood began to pool around them, pouring from Sophie's mouth as Ryan scrambled to get to his feet, in his panic accidentally pushing down upon her chest, only to hear that mind-numbing grinding noise all over again.
Ryan suddenly felt very sick, sick to his stomach, his head beginning to pound and his body beginning to go numb in a cold sweat. What had he just done? His head whipped around, and he stared, open-mouthed at Jarod, whose body had begun to turn a pale tint of blue, veins and ropemarks like a roadmap of Ryan's deeds, all leading to one inevitable destination: Ryan was crazy. He was a crazy little boy, and he was going to Hell. Hell Hell Hell. Hell for sure, yes, indeed.
"I... I'm not crazy..."
Ryan whispered to no one, mostly to himself, though, as a final reassurance, but it failed, and as tears of shame and horror began to pour down his cheeks, hot and salty, he pushed himself to his feet and grabbed his tattered clothing, throwing it on as quickly as he could. He took one final look about him, at his horrible acts, and he began to sob as he threw the door open, running away as quickly as he could, unable to stand the smell of death that had already permeated the room.
There was nothing left here for him now, and as Ryan Kuhn threw himself out onto the cold street, he knew there was no turning back. Looking around slowly, to make sure he wasn't being watched, Ryan took off down the street, and then disappeared into an alley, never to return.