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Be warned there's more mature content in this chapter than before. Changed the rating to M.
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Btw this is unedited because it's late and this has been a really draining chapter.
"Well I guess you already know that Kyle was the one who did all of that."
Santana just nodded motioning for Brittany to continue.
"You remember he was fired because he molested me don't you?" Brittany saw Santana clench her jaw.
"Of course. I told you to let me cut off his balls for even thinking about touching you." Santana felt sick. Not only had she let him get away with almost hurting Brittany, she had him let hurt Brittany for real scarring her for life.
"It wasn't your fault San. You couldn't have known what would happen. He came to the studio when we were practicing and just after a few minutes it was clear he wanted us to suffer. Especially me. He wanted to humiliate me, destroy me for he felt humiliated. He felt like I crushed his dancer dreams and made him look stupid. I really don't know what went on in his head. He forced me to play a game of truth or dare and I just couldn't win San. He wanted me to fail and whenever I did he shot one of them and I could do nothing to help. When I refused to play he shot people again. I had to do what he wanted. I'm so sorry. I could do nothing to stop him. I couldn't just let more people die because of me." Brittany was now crying. Before sobs could start to wreck her body Santana caressed her cheek and kissed first her forehead, then her eyes, her cheeks, her nose and finally left a featherlight kiss on her lips.
"It's okay. Britt whatever you tell me it's okay. You didn't have a choice. I love you. I love you." Santana repeated "I love you" over and over as a mantra for Brittany to burn into her mind. To realize nothing she said could change that. Hearing Santana's soft voice the blonde kind of got a grip on her feelings and got her crying under control so she could continue.
"Well he forced me on this game of truth and dare and I lost and people were dying around me and I felt so sick and angry, shamed and guilty I thought the only thing worse was dying but as in all your worst nightmares something even worse can happen." She made a noise that sounded somewhat like a bitter chuckle and the hair on Santana's back stood up. She had been readying herself for this moment for a long time now but now that it was here she felt lost. All she could do was be there for Brittany and listen to everything she had to say.
"So Brittany I think we have played enough truth and dare don't you think? I mean we need some people left for our next fun game don't we?" Kyle sounded genuinely excited about the prospect of torturing them and especially Brittany even just a little while longer.
Brittany dared to look around the room for the first time. At the start of the day they were 20 dancers including herself goofing around enjoying to dance. Now there were 14 remaining. Fear and shock on their faces in a pool of the blood of their friends that lost their lives because of the very man still threatening all of them.
"So Brittany I always wondered why you wouldn't want to get it on with me and I just found out why. It's because you're a fucking dyke. I never realized it before. Let me guess that Latina chick is you girlfriend right? The one I saw once bringing you lunch?"
Brittany swallowed hard. This couldn't be good for her. Or anyone in this room.
"So I did a little thinking and came to the conclusion that I would be delighted to help you." Brittany scrunched up her eyes in confusion. Kyle seemed to have been waiting for this as his response was immediate. "I decided to help you back to straightness. I mean I'm a good guy and don't want you to rot in hell. So I have thought of a little program to get you back on the right side of the track. After we're though here you will see clear that I promise." He smirked at her.
By the time Kyle finished his speech all color had drained from Brittany's face. She knew what Kyle meant exactly and started to shiver again. She unconsciously started to hug herself.
"So know everyone I need your help don't be shy step forward." The renaming dancer looked at him as if he had grown a second head, their eyes wide. They didn't move. At least until he pointed his gun at them and his eyes were comically wide daring anyone to still stand there this very second. He pointed to Brittany and they formed a circle around here. No one dared to look her in the eyes. She knew they were scared but also ashamed that they could do nothing but follow orders that would lead to something they didn't want to witness.
Kyle stood now in the circle in front of Brittany.
"So Brittany for this to work we need your assistance. Please remove your clothes." His voice was calm. As if this was your every day chore.
The blonde was frozen and couldn't do anything except stare in fear. Kyle took her silence as an invitation to do the job himself. He went up and ripped her of her light shirt. At the closeness of him Brittany shrieked and jumped backwards. He smiled and wanted to start again but Brittany beat him to it. Slowly she started taking off her clothes until she stood in front of everyone in just her underwear.
"Well Brittany, my dear confused Brittany my therapy requires your body how god made it naked. So please remove these unnecessary pieces of clothing." Kyle seemed to love his role as savior or therapist of what he liked to call himself. Brittany knew if she didn't do what he wanted he would do the job himself or worse kill someone again. SO she obliged and stood now naked in the middle of a circle of her terrfied friends, a psychopath about to violate her.
It was then that she had a moment of clearness. She knew exactly what she would have to endure and she knew that she must prepare. If she didn't he would break her. She could see in his eyes that he wanted to. So she stopped this tears and instead of more tears a look of grim determination took over.
Unfortunately Kyle seemed to notice the change too and it mad his eyes go even madder if that was possible. He eyed her up and down and licked his lips.
"So then Brittany. Don't fret. This will only do you good. I will cure you." He came neared and before he was in touching range he looked around. "Don't any of you try anything funny. I'll keep an eye on you and don't you forget I'm the guy with the gun."
Then it began he started touching Brittany everywhere molesting her whole body. Never in her life felt she so sick so ashamed. She didn't even try fighting him because she knew the ones to pay the price were her friends.
She tried to block everything out. She tried to only think about Santana. Make his hands hers. Hands that touched her softly to make love to her and not to violate her beyond understanding.
She couldn't stop the tears that silently trickled down her face when she felt his fingers violently push inside of her. It hurt but he didn't stop. He pushed deeper and deeper.
"Come on that's how you like to be fucked isn't it what you and your dyke friend do all the time? Well let me show you how normal people do this." He pushed her to the ground, luckily it was a clean spot with no blood. She saw him opening his trousers as someone kicked him hard. It was Mike. "Don't you dare touch her anymore." He screamed and moved to kick him again before he could get his gun. Kyle was faster he stood up really fast and pointed his gun at Mike, who froze.
"You little Asian bastard. I was going to keep you for desert but well since you want to get it now I guess I can't help it." and just as he was about to shoot Mike Brittany jumped up and tackled him. "Don't kill him. Please. He only fired you because I said you were molesting me. Just do whatever you want to me but let him be." Kyle's face went from anger to satisfaction. The blonde was giving herself to him willingly and well he could always kill the guy later. He shoved Brittany off him and hit Mike hard with the back of the gun. "Be thankful that Brittany begged me to continue therapy or I swear to got I would have got your ass. This should be a lesson to all of you don't try anything funny because next time I won't set getting her right before shooting any of you."
He pushes her down and takes her right in front of the other dancers. Brittany can't really feel the pain anymore. What sticks is the shame. Being forced to have sex in front of people. Being nude and exposed. Feeling so guilty for letting someone who isn't Santana touch her. After an really hard push she whimpers and Santana's name slipped her tongue. Her hears it and is furious. "Still talking about this bitch?" he slaps her hard "All you should have to think about is me. Now tell me who fucks better me or your dyke friend?" Brittany can't think but her body seems to act on her behalf. She wants to say Santana. But she is in survival mode so she grasps out "You.". Her voice sounds more broken than she wants it to sound and Kyle seemed to bath in the fact and finishes with a disgusting grunt leaving her naked on the cold floor.
"I hope now you will never forget in which direction you should sway I mean don't you love dicks now ?" He looks expectantly at her. Does her really believe that raping her would change her feelings. When she didn't answer he smacks her with the gun. Again her body responds before her mind can grasp what she's saying "I love dicks.". As soon as the word leave her mouth she feels disgusted with herself. She sees his triumphant smile and hears a shot and then everything is black.
When she finished Brittany looked up at Santana. Santana looked totally unfazed. She thought that she would be angry, upset hurt but not this neutral. She started to feel really anxious. As she was about to beg Santana to say anything the brunette shot up and bent over the bed just in time to keep her from vomiting all over herself and Brittany.
To say Brittany was shocked was an understatement she had expected many reactions but not this one.
She immediately got up and held the Latinas hair as she continued to empty the contents of her stomach. She was never so thankful for the fact that Santana kept a bucket beside her side of the bed because when she drank to much at parties she tend to not be able to reach the bathroom. It saved them both from having to clean up a mess.
When Santana finished dry heaving she opened her drawer and took some breath mints. It was installed into her system because Brittany always refused to cuddle when she smelled like she barfed out a bar.
When the Latina turned around to face the dancer this time her face was contorted into a mask of pain, hurt, compassion and oddly enough guilt.
Santana looked into Brittany's blue eyes and hugged her fiercely. Brittany buried her head into the shorter girls neck and Santana placed her head onto Brittany's.
"I am so sorry Britt. So sorry he did that to you because of me. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to save you. So sorry that I can't take the pain away. I promised to keep you save and I failed you. I'm so freaking sorry." Santana was crying.
"Nothing of this is your fault San. You couldn't do anything. It's not your fault." Oddly enough it was Brittany reassuring Santana that it wasn't her fault.
"No Britt remember when we were six and I promised I wouldn't ever let anyone hurt you? I meant it and I failed you so I'm sorry." Brittany didn't say anything back this time so Santana continued.
"I feel like I have to say this again but Britt I don't blame you for anything Britt. It wasn't your fault he did this to you. I know you and I bet you feel ashamed and disgusted with yourself when you shouldn't. Never ever think you brought any of this upon yourself." Brittany gulped the atmosphere had switched at lighting speed. A few seconds ago Santana was the one needing comfort and now she was the one trying to soothe Brittany. The blonde had started sobbing again without even knowing it and was thankful she was in Santana's protective embrace.
Sometimes she felt like Santana's arms were the only thing that kept her from falling apart.
Brittany gulped audibly and did sounds as if she were choking before she breathed out "Aren't you mad I let him touch me?" Immediately Santana broke the hug and turned Brittany to face her looking into her eyes before speaking her next words.
"Brittany it is not your fault and I'm not mad. You didn't want that it was he who forced himself upon you. Nothing of this is your fault. I could never be mad at you for this. Fuck Britt I love you so much it hurts think about what he did to you. But at the same time it makes me want to help you forget and heal. You shouldn't feel ashamed or anything close to this. Don't even think about anyone being mad at you." Brittany's eyes watered again and she was again burying herself into Santana. After hours of crying Santana had to ask one lingering question.
"Britt? How come there wasn't anything about what he did to you on your medical chard?" She knew if she wanted answers she had to get them now.
"You know before I shut down completely I was conscious at the hospital and the doctor wanted to examine me and I felt so dirty and .. I didn't want you to find out so I made him promise me not to write anything on the chard about it. He said he had to report this somewhere but as I didn't let him do his job he said he would keep it off the record. And apparently he did." Santana nodded and wrapped herself around Brittany. She wanted the blonde to feel that she was there for her regardless of anything. Santana felt awful. Still sick to the core. She always imagined what could have happened to Brittany but actually hear it was another story. But then again she felt an even deeper connection to her. Brittany had trusted her enough to lay everything bare to her.
Never had Santana seen Brittany more vulnerable. One word from Santana could have broken her fragile soul. But Santana knew that wherever she was, whenever whatever happened every word she would utter to the blonde would be of love and reassurance.
She would piece together Brittany's soul even if it'd cost her her own.
She thought of tomorrow and how every day to come could only be brighter and her heart felt for the blonde in her arms.
"I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn't do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
to make you feel my love,
to make you feel my love. "
A/N: I really feel bad for doing this to Brittany. But well you have to face your demons before you can get better. So this is a step towards her getting better!
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