Chapter 30 THOSE WHO DO NOT KNOW, THEIR HISTORY PART III MIND SPEAK AND FLASHBACKS. TOO MUCH FOR THE LADY AMANDA.
authors note:
Basically, this chapter was supposed to be part of chapter 29 but I decided to split it up due to content. So that people could choose whether or not to skip over it. Basically, what it is. During his secret conversation with the lady Amanda Jim accidentally shows lady Amanda more than he means to. She accidentally learns just what kind of sick douche Frank really was, especially after Sam left, as well as what brought, yet another version of Spock to this universe. This chapter basically explains why she fainted in the hallway. For those that don't want to read it. I almost left it out entirely but was informed that might create too big a of a hole. Even so, that sort of thing is not usually in my writing wheel- house so… I do apologize if this chapter is not on par with the rest.
⁂ trigger warning!⁂
Child abuse, non-con, forced prostitution, and probably a few other things ⁂ I haven't thought of. Be warned!⁂
With that he shut the door. They heard the lock click. A few seconds after that came a hissed.
"Fucking prick." From the Lady Amanda.
Kirk Cannot help but smile slightly. Even though Smiling is highly unwarranted. In this situation. He feigned shock. "MS. Grayson! Such language from a fine distinguished teacher such as yourself."
She turned a scathing stare on Kirk.
"How the hell can you joke?!" Kirk shrugs. "
I've learned you find humor where you can. Not allowing yourself humor will not change the situation. It can in fact, it might make an already bad situation even worse, because you are denying yourself any instance of a good feeling at all. If you resist that which you find to be humorous. Kirk shrugs you are the Lady Amanda, also you have been my teacher for weeks. So, from my perspective hearing you call someone a fucking prick?" Kirk can see the corners of Amanda's mouth twitching. Finally, she gave in. He just watched her. As he went around the room checking for wires. That might lead to cameras not finding any. Sort of wire, ceiling mount, or suspicious holes. He decides to take the risk. That this room. Is not linked to cameras or listening devices. There doesn't appear to be any type of transceiver or hidden paneling anywhere. The lady becomes silent again. He turned to see her looking at him.
She stuck her hand out and waved her fingers. In The universal sign for have a seat. Kirk took a few steps closer then asked. "Mind telling me why you pretended to faint when I'm trying my best to get you away from this godforsaken place before psycho stalker changes his mind?"
She looked around the room. Recalling what Kirk had said about possible surveillance in the bunk rooms and hallways. He just shook his head. I've already checked for lines and panels, leading to video cameras, but I don't see any or any evidence of cameras or surveillance equipment. That's not to say there isn't any, but we don't have much time, and obviously mental chat is to taxing. There Are things that need to be said."
Amanda nodded and pursed her lips.
"What is it with you accusing me of Pretending James? I'll tell you what I told you before, I'm not pretending... You were talking about… About things and having a choice to do this for Spock and I. I got a glimpse of maybe the first time you had to do "chores" for your stepfather. OH James… You were so little and scared, and they… they grabbed you when you didn't see them. When You came into your room, the one place you were supposed to be safe. You were just a baby… Well, to a mother at least. You were what 12-13? You didn't understand what was happening, and that bastard forced his way into your mouth. holding you down onto himself so far and so long you couldn't breathe. I felt your thoughts that this must be why Sam left. This must've been what happened in the garage, when he was "helping" Frank and" his buddies" fix whatever. You also thought that explained why Sam always got so pissed. When you offered to help and couldn't understand why Sam emphatically always said no. The hostility when Frank and Sam would lock eyes. as Frank said "Oh Sammy, you should let the boy if he wants. The way he would laugh until Sam would just look at Frank and then Frank would stop laughing and then say maybe some other day. Kid. You thought he was excluding you that he didn't want you there. Which was true but not for the reasons you thought. There probably wasn't even anything to fix. I felt everything around me. Waiver because you were getting lightheaded. That bastard was literally suffocating you on his fucking cock. I felt you hear something. And your relief when the pressure on the back of your head let up. That filthy thing that was forced in your mouth sliding far enough out so that you can breathe. Oh, your despair when you realized whoever was here wasn't here to put a stop to this. The hand in your hair wouldn't release so you can get that filthy thing out of your mouth. Now that the shock is worn off. From being surprised an attacked when walking into your room. And that filthy thing isn't totally blocking your airway. You start trying to rise off of it entirely. Then you feel that hand back in your hair, giving it a savagely hard yank and demanding you look at the owner. You try to raise your head, but the hand just shoves your head back down. You don't want it to shove you back down so far you can't breathe. So, you stop and just roll your eyes up to see the face looking down at you. You can feel the tears running down your cheeks and your ashamed. Especially when the man that belongs to the thing in your mouth starts laughing. He looks up and over at something over your shoulder something you can't see. You're not exactly sure what that look means. But you know it can't be good. You see him nod slightly, and some instinct fills you with fear and dread. Fear, so much fear you try once again to pull your head away, but you can't. He gives you some sort of command, but you're too far gone in fear and panic. To pay attention. The bastard shoves your head back down. So that all of that disgusting thing is in your mouth again, and down your throat so far you can't breathe. You start to squirm and fight in earnest. It feels as though you are truly going to suffocate. The voice behind you. Sounds extremely annoyed. He said something to the guy with his hand on your head, and his filthy meet down your throat. Mr. Suffocation fetish eases off. So instinctually you try to rise again. He makes you meet his eyes. I heard his voice. Just as you heard it." Amanda looks over to see James backing away against the wall. She knows that she should stop talking. About what she saw and felt but she can't. Some part of her wants him to tell her that it. It wasn't real, that it didn't happen. That it was just a nightmare some dream that got mixed up. That got transferred but she knows it wasn't just a nightmare, no kid, no boy his age could come up with something so horrible. She can still hear the bastards voice in her own ears as James had heard it. "Listen you little fucker you better not try to pull the shit your brother did. You belong to Frank and he's using you to pay off debt. You do a good job and take it like a good little whore. And it'll be over quickly. If you bite, kick or Fuck about causing so much as a bruise on one of us. We'll Make sure our fun last even longer. Trust me when I say you don't want that because the longer, we play. The more creative we get. Also, instead of paying off debts. Frank will owe us extra which means he'll take it out of you." "Then they… they just took you with no warning. The bastard behind you ripped your pants off and literally shoved himself all the way in you with no warning, not even any prep oh , he made a sickeningly satisfied noise. As you tried to Scream but choked and gagged. James, you couldn't get away. Not even a little. because you had one in front, pinning you and gagging you with himself. As the one behind continued brutalizing, you pulling back and slamming in. As fast and hard as a grown man could. both of them laughing at your choking and screaming or should I say gagging screams. So much pain so much confusion. One of the times the pain was too much, and you vomited on the guy. Who let you up out of shock. You couldn't stop choking long enough to drag air in. Mr. Human Gag, was urging his friend to hurry up. You tried to get away, but he locked his arm around your waist, slamming in so hard and fast, that you literally felt something tear, but you didn't realize what it was. you had no way of knowing that because you were just a little boy. And without your mouth being blocked, you did scream that time. That seemed to do the trick for the sick Fuck, still violating you. As last the note of your ragged howl died. you tried to drag in enough air for another scream when you felt something hot and icky shoot up inside you. But you couldn't really think about that. All you had was this overwhelming need to push whatever it was out. Get it out of you get it away. There was a curse from behind you . Then suddenly you were thrown to the floor. The thing being ripped out of your body quickly, both a blessing and a curse, because the pressure was gone. However, the pain and burning stayed. It hurt so much. Oh, you were scared. You didn't know what to do. You never heard of anything like this. Once again, you couldn't help but think. Sam had been through something like this. why did he leave you ? then you remembered. When he was getting ready to leave. He told you that you'd be okay, because you're the special one that nobody would touch you. You didn't know exactly what Sam meant, as he walked away that day. Now you do, and you wish you could find him. To tell him how wrong, Oh so very, very wrong. He was."
"James… Sweet boy... That's why I almost fainted. I couldn't believe-"
Amanda is cut off by the sound of the small voice.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't mean... I know... I'm sorry.
