A Good Edd Is Hard To Find
Summary:
Triggers include Pedophilia, Child Grooming, Child Abuse, Sexual Assualt, Possible Dub-Con, Drunken Behavior, Alcohol Abuse, and Physical and Verbal Abuse. Other warnings include Violence and Language.
Author's Notes:
DuoXKouga: Before you start scrolling down, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Btw, we're back! And so is Five Nights At Freddy's!
Battygirl: Hey so…we're still alive - see?! Oh…guys I'm so sorry, but this chapter was a bitch to write. It was very difficult to get the characterization the way I wanted it so that it'd sound believable for these characters. I apologize for the delay. There's also been a lot of bullshit going on for the both of us IRL which has made sitting down to write all but impossible. But we're both constantly thinking about this fic and working on these chapters whenever we get a spare moment. We both really appreciate your patience and your continued following. I only hope that this chapter was worth the wait. Also…uh this chapter is another naughty one like 7. If you're not comfortable with it…I'd…I'd just omit it. Because none of this chapter is safe…Well…'cept for near the very very end…But, like, the majority is just…omg no.
Chapter 8: 'Scuse Me While I Kiss This Edd
Terry effortlessly hoists Edd off of the couch and to the boy's unstable feet. He grips the fragile wrist tight to keep him steady. With one hand, he moves the harp aside and tugs Edd along. As easy as it would be to just take the boy on the couch, he has all of the necessary supplies hidden away in the master bedroom. He tries not to grin too wide as he imagines the various positions he will be capable of getting the boy into on the large bed.
Whimpers escape said boy as he's effectively dragged down the hall. The weakness in his legs has mostly passed, but it still feels too soon to move as he stumbles along beside Terry. The tips of his fingers and toes are still tingling some from the experience the man had just put him through. They pass the bathroom. The bedroom he'd woken up in. Edd draws himself a bit closer to the man uneasily before heaving a sigh of relief when they continue.
Finally, they near a room at the end of the hall. It's not a long walk, by any means, but it feels so much longer to the boy in his state. As they approach the closed door, Edd notices shyly that the flannel shirt is just barely clinging to his shoulders, still hanging open. He grasps the edges of it with one hand, trying to hold it closed. Terry glances at him and scoffs at the sudden return of the preteen's modesty as he opens the door. He ushers Edd into the room, moving his hand to the boy's shoulder as he follows. Before moving too far into the room, he closes and locks the door behind them.
The boy looks around uneasily. Another bedroom. This one has less dust settled over it than the other and is slightly more furnished. Aside from the bed, there are a couple of night stands. A lamp is sitting atop the one closer to the far corner of the room. The light is warm, but blinks some every now and then. There's a thick cloth covering the window, but a bit of light is still coming through. It looks to be the most lived-in area of the trailer, with the exception, of course, being the kitchen.
The hand on his shoulder urges him further into the room, towards the bed. The situation clicks in Edd's mind and realization sends lightning through the boy's body. He tries to stop and starts to struggle against the hand leading him.
"N-No!" he begs.
"Easy Princess…" Terry purrs, grabbing his arm.
"N-Not that!" Edd sobs, "Y-You wouldn't!"
He's turned towards the man and shoved onto the mattress. Terry easily holds him down as he mounts the bed, crawling over him.
"Hold still," the man snarls through his teeth.
Edd thrashes beneath him, shutting his eyes tight.
"N-No! Stop!" he pleads.
He's silenced suddenly by a harsh smack to his cheek. The flesh is visibly red and is burning a bit. Edd's certain it will bruise from the backhanded slap. Timidly, he opens his eyes and looks up at the man above him. There's anger in that cold gaze. The boy shivers fearfully, shrinking in on himself in submission.
"I ain't gonna put up with much more of that," Terry warns him, "You keep up this disobedient shit and I'll have to get rough." His brow twitches a bit and that wretched grin returns. "Or is that how you want it?"
Edd shakes his head feverishly; "N-No! Please! I-I don't want this at all!"
Terry grimaces. The boy is releasing pathetic little sobs and whimpers now. He won't get far with this kid with force alone. It made Edd respond well enough — intimidation made him compliant, but tense. In this case, though, it's not to his benefit. He looks over the boy with a scowl. Even now, Edd is rigid, trying desperately to curl up and away from him. Eyes shut tight in fear and jaw clenched in anticipation of further abuse. At this rate, it will be difficult to get the reaction he's looking for. Not impossible, of course. With time, he's certain he would be able to bend the boy to his will with his current methods. Make him want every tantalizing touch yet fear it at the same time. Make him beg and plead for more but also for mercy.
Time, however, is not necessarily on his side. His brother and that idiot friend of his would inevitably arrive soon looking for Edd. While it wouldn't be a huge hassle to dispose of the two, it would be an annoying interruption. Naturally, this means he'll have to work fast. And now is a good a time as any; what with the boy lying beneath him, so terribly exposed and already weak to his touch. Violence, however, will reward him no progress.
It seems he'll need to alter his approach.
Schooling his expression he brings his hand up and cups the boy's cheek, wiping away the tears. Edd cringes at the touch, eyes opening wide. With his other hand, Terry gently massages the boy's small chest. Edd whimpers a bit, hunching his shoulders and squirming. He manages to wriggle from beneath him just enough to pull himself back further onto the bed. The man grins a bit and grabs his ankle, stopping him from moving too far, and crawls over him.
"Not so fast…" he purrs, grabbing the boy's chin again to hold his head still. He spots the tears still escaping those frightened, green eyes. He adopts a more gentle tone to his voice. "Aw, no more tears, sweetheart. I'll make you feel real good."
Edd shakes his head again, weaker in his actions as he slowly resigns himself to the futility of the act. Ignoring the mumbled pleas, Terry tilts the boy's head to the side just enough to give him access to the slender neck and shoulders. It had been enough to calm the boy before and bend him to his will. Perhaps he can elicit similar results?
A shuddering whine tears itself from Edd's chest as he feels Terry's lips attach to his skin. Curse this man's sinful lips and tongue! He lays his head back against the pillow beneath him, willing the rest of his body to writhe in his attempts to escape the open mouth kisses on his skin. The boy shakes his head, desperate for his body to reject the stimuli. He squirms as the man's large hands move to his torso, holding him still as he trails those hot kisses down the small chest. Edd bites his lip to stop the sounds from slipping from his mouth as Terry moves lower. He gasps sharply as the man's lips attach to his nipple, his tongue rolling over the sensitive flesh.
Shaking hands grasp helplessly at the man's broad shoulders in a pitiful attempt to push him away. No good. The preteen is too weak to deter the man. He feels his cheeks burn in embarrassment as he feels himself becoming aroused again. Terry seems to notice it too; he can feel the man grin against his skin. It's not long at all before the man returns to trailing heated kisses down the boy's chest. Edd's hands fall from Terry's shoulders as they move out of reach and grasp the edges of the flannel shirt, pulling it over his chest a bit; desperate to ignore the pleasure accosting him. As the man moves lower and lower, so do his hands. He uses his thumbs to massage little circles into the slim hips, drawing soft, little moans from his captive.
Passing the boy's navel, he glances at Edd's face. Cheeks flushed that pretty pink. Eyes screwed tightly shut. Mouth open just enough to expose that cute gap and to release the shaking, shuddering breaths. The grin on the man's lips widens some. A more beautiful sight he could not describe. The boy's squirming intensifies the longer the man pauses to watch him. Little mewls escape him. As earnestly as he would deny it, Edd's enjoying this.
And he wants more.
"Let me hear you moan, Princess," he purrs softly.
Ignoring the stuttered protests, he bows his head again, bringing his lips down over the soft flesh just below his navel. Terry's fingers are still drawing those little circles on the boy's hips, adding to the stimulus of his lips and teeth nipping at Edd's skin. It doesn't take much for him to push the boy's legs apart. Taking a moment to admire the sight before him, he feels a small jolt of excitement. His cock twitches as his anticipation grows. He licks his lips as he gazes upon the boy's small arousal. Removing one hand from the boy's hips, he moves it instead to wrap around the half-hard erection. Edd gasps, arching his back; his cock hardening as he leans into the man's touch.
"A-Aaaah!" comes the strangled moan, "T-Ter-ry!"
The man fights back his laughter. Edd's reactions are just too adorable. He'd been looking to prolong this some — to draw out the pleasure of taking that sweet innocence — but with Edd making all of these little sounds, he doubts he'll be capable of holding out much longer. Looking up at the boy's face again, Terry shoots him a smug grin.
"You like that, Girlfriend?" he sneers.
Edd whimpers in response. He won't actively admit to enjoying it. There's a mischievous glint in the man's eyes. That just won't do.
"C'mon baby…" he breathes, gently stroking the boy's hardening cock until the boy reaches full erection, "Tell me how much you like it."
Again, Edd offers no cohesive response, merely a sharp cry of pleasure. Terry chuckles. It's sufficient enough; the boy can't even articulate his thoughts. To have left him speechless…it's a nice boost to his ego. Sitting up just a bit, he grabs the boy's thighs.
"You've been good for me today, sweetheart," the man informs him, moving the boy's legs over his shoulders, "Here's a little reward."
Without giving Edd time to register the words, he bows his head, engulfing the boy's cock in his mouth. Edd throws his head back, releasing a long, crying moan. Inadvertently, his hips jolt upwards. Terry's hands are on the boy's hips again, holding him down. His tongue rolls over the hardened flesh, drawing louder moans from the preteen. He feels Edd's knees attempting to draw closer together as they press against the sides of his head. It's not taking much to bring the boy close to orgasm; his body is incredibly sensitive.
Edd's hands have come up and latched around the back of Terry's head as he moans incoherently. Desperate moans seem to be the only sounds the boy can make anymore. However, the man will occasionally hear his name slip past those pouting lips.
"T-Terry…!" the boy grunts, hips bucking against the man's hands holding him down and the mouth around his cock, "Please…!" The smirk Edd feels tugging at the man's lips around his heated flesh draws him to add hastily; "D-Don't stop!"
By now, as much as Edd hates it, he knows to be a bit more specific in his requests of the man. A simple plea — even a slip-of-the-tongue moan — would only have him ceasing his actions to tease the boy. His logic proves correct, he's thankful to say, as the man continues, pleased with the boy's words. Edd heaves a sigh of relief mixed with pleasure. It passes quickly enough as the pressure from before builds in his abdomen. It's faster this time. The added stimulation of Terry's mouth, hot and wet around him drives him to that sweet release much quicker than before.
The bliss is shattered, however, as the man pulls back, an impish smile on his face. Edd gazes up at him, confusion and desperation on his face.
"Wh-What are you doing?!" he gasps.
The man cocks his brow; "Oho…what happened to that innocent act you were putting on, Princess?"
Edd's face burns in embarrassment. He looks away ashamedly.
"P-Please!" he begs, "Please just continue!"
The man chuckles, ignoring the plea as he crawls over the boy again.
"Mm…so impatient all of a sudden," he purrs, pushing open the plaid material to expose the boy to him again, "but I got so much more than that planned for you." A fearful look passes over the boy's red face. "Aww, now don't look so worried, Princess." He leans down to speak into Edd's ear. "Like I said, I'll make it feel real good."
Edd shivers, every inch of him becoming overly sensitive. His mind is foggy. Shutting his eyes tight, he tries so desperately to hold onto himself as the man's hands drag up his sides. Hot breath hits his cheek and he feels the man's lips on the shell of his ear.
"You still want me to continue?" comes the breathy question.
No! No no no no no! The boy repeats the word in his head like a mantra. All he has to do is say it! Maybe then the man will just stop and leave him be?! It's a far-fetched hope, but it's something, at least! He wills his mouth to open.
"Y-Yes…!" he whimpers, "Please!"
He curses his treacherous body. Terry sits up some to look down at him, grinning wickedly.
"If you insist…" he chuckles.
Gripping the back of Edd's neck, he pulls the boy into a deep kiss. Edd moans in the back of his throat, gasping softly as the man's tongue darts past his lips. He senses Terry moving above him, one hand moving moving away from the boy's waist while the other keeps its hold on the back of his head and neck. The flannel is pulled from the boy's arms, leaving him completely bare. He refuses to open his eyes; he doesn't want to see what the man might be up to. He only does so when he feels the man move away from him completely.
It's now that he discovers that Terry has just finished disrobing as well. Shyly, he looks away, biting his lip. He sees the man reaching into the drawer of the bedside table. Curiously, he tries to see what it is Terry's looking for. After a moment, he sees the man retrieve a bottle and set it next to the lamp before looking through the drawer again. Edd sits up a bit. From the corner of his eye, he notices Terry glancing at him, but doesn't pick up on the action until he feels the man's hand on his chest again. He shivers, quickly switching his attention to the sensual massages to his chest, moving lower to his abdomen. The pressure there had been ebbing ever so slightly during the pause in attention to his arousal, but is quickly building again at Terry's torturously gentle touch.
With Edd thoroughly distracted, Terry decides that he needs no more than the bottle and snatches it up with his free hand. He leans down and catches the boy's lips in another kiss, drawing more of those little moans he couldn't hear enough of as he strokes the boy's cock. It doesn't last as long as the others as he pulls back again. Edd's eyes are shut in his efforts to focus on the pleasure. The man grins, knowing that he really should enjoy it while he can; it won't last.
Keeping his eyes on the squirming boy, the man opens the bottle, ceasing his touches for the moment. As expected, Edd opens his eyes and looks up at him. He's overcome with twisted delight as Edd is lost in his confusion, watching as the man applies a large glob of the personal lubricant onto his hand. The boy shivers as the bottle is set aside again. He can only observe as Terry spreads the viscous material over his fingers, coating them in it. The man's clean hand comes to the boy's member again, drawing a strangled gasp. Terry leans down over him to speak into his ear.
"I suggest you relax, Princess," he breathes, using his coated finger to prod at the boy's virgin hole, "This is gonna hurt."
Edd's eyes widen and he gives a cry of agony as the man's finger begins to probe him. He starts to writhe again, screaming and trying to escape the intrusion. Terry brings his hand from the boy's cock and grabs the struggling shoulder, holding Edd down. The preteen whimpers in pain as he's incapacitated - his attempts to move resulting only in a sharp pain in his shoulder. He looks up at the man fearfully. The finger attempts to move deeper. Edd releases another pained scream, tears burning in the corner of his eyes.
"I thought I told you to relax," the man growls, "It'll only hurt worse until you do."
Edd whimpers, his breaths coming out as hiccuping sobs, and bows his head. If this is inevitable - and with their considerable differences in strength, he imagines that 'inevitable' is exactly the case - then he should attempt to do as he's asked. He forces himself to take deep breaths, trying to calm down. Terry watches him, pleased with his compliance, before removing his hand from the boy's shoulder and down over the sensitive chest again. If Edd is going to try to calm himself, he may as well assist him. Moving his hand down, he massages into the soft, but slightly tense flesh. He reaches the boy's member, still hard and it draws a small chuckle from him. Even in his pain, Edd's still enjoying this.
Licking his lips, he leans down to kiss along the boy's neck and shoulder. Edd cranes his neck, allowing the man more access to the bruised skin. As the boy begins to calm and even move a bit as the pleasure returns, Terry's fingers return to their work. The first goes further, probing deeper. Edd gasps and grunts in his efforts to relieve the pain, but otherwise doesn't protest - fearing the repercussions of such 'disobedience'. He moves that finger in and out a few times, getting the boy used to the feeling, before adding a second. Edd yelps, startled some, and brings his arms up to wrap around the man's neck in a desperate attempt to cling to something in his agony. Terry peppers kisses along Edd's jaw and neck to calm him. This seems to work, as Edd begins to relax.
Slowly, he scissors his fingers inside the boy. It makes Edd tense, but only slightly. He buries his face in the man's shoulder, his cheeks burning in shame. The pain is still there, but he would be lying if he said it didn't feel pleasurable as well. The man's touch is amazing. His fingers graze something inside Edd that makes the boy see stars. The pleasure is so intense. However, the tears that had been breaching the corners of his eyes fall again as a third finger joins the other two. The way the man's stretching him there is slowly drawing all pleasure from the boy's mind. It's becoming more and more painful. To make matters worse, the man begins whispering wicked things into his ear.
"Easy there, sweetheart," come the soft-spoken words, "It'll feel good again if you relax." When Edd whimpers in response, he kisses along the shell of the boy's ear. "C'mon, baby, you're not about to tell me you don't like this. I know you do." He nips at Edd's ear a bit. "Why don't you tell me how much you like it?"
Edd digs his fingers into the man's shoulders, panting as he tries to ignore the pain. He feels the man's lips against his neck, near his hairline. In his attempts to assuage the man, he tries so hard to will himself to speak. However, he can voice no more than the man's name, which he whimpers over and over through his ragged breaths.
A moment later, he feels the man remove his fingers. He sighs a bit, so overcome with relief that he does not protest as Terry kisses along his jaw. When he feels the man sitting up, he weakly opens his eyes to look up at him. He's picked up the bottle again. Edd furrows his brow in concern as the man pours another generous amount of the gel-like substance into his hand. His body is shaking as he tries to pull himself back further on the bed. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through him, stopping him from moving too far.
Terry's eyes return to him as he sets the bottle aside again. He grins as he leans over the boy, supporting himself on one hand. With the other, he spreads the lube over his cock, stroking the hard flesh as he draws closer to the boy. Edd's eyes dart over the man before him, switching swiftly between those cold eyes, the twisted smile, and glancing briefly at the hand around the man's arousal. His face is a bright red as he looks up at the man's face again.
"P-Please…" he whimpers.
His hands come up to push against the man's chest as Terry grabs his hips. A shiver accosts him upon feeling the cold of what little lubricant remained on the man's hand coming into contact with his waist.
"Please what, Princess?" he hears Terry breathe into his ear, "Don't hold back, sweetheart. I wanna hear you. All those little moans and screams…I gotta hear 'em."
A little sob wrenches itself from Edd's chest. The man's hands and lips have resumed their callous caresses of his sensitive body. These touches are torture, pushing his body to its limits. His toes curl when the man gently squeezes his thighs as he pulls the boy's legs further apart. Terry pulls Edd's legs up over his own and on either side of his waist. Licking his lips, he holds the boy still with one hand, using the other to position himself. Before making any more movements, he looks over Edd's face with a satisfied smirk.
"Take my advice, Princess," he purrs, "I already told you to relax. If you don't…this'll hurt a helluva lot worse."
The boy gasps softly, frightened by his words. He flinches when he feels the man's arousal pressing against his abused hole. The man's fingers were nothing compared to this. He cries out as he's painfully stretched further. As the head of the man's cock enters the boy, the cry becomes a long scream. His tiny hands try again to push against the man's shoulders as Terry's hands take a firm grip on Edd's hips. The lubricant does little to stop the pain, but a small part of the boy is grateful that the man had been considerate enough to use it at all. Tears fall hot down the sides of his face. The hands on his hips tighten their hold, holding him steady as the man penetrates him deeper.
Terry grits his teeth some as he sheathes himself fully in the boy. It's tight — tighter than he'd expected — even with the lube. He squeezes Edd's thigh, leaning forward to kiss along his neck. The boy's hands are clinging loosely to his shoulders. The preteen is weak, but still seems to be incapable of relaxing around him. The pain has him tense. With one hand he massages the boy's chest, nipping at the boy's neck.
"Sshh…sh-sh-sh," he whispers, "Relax, sweetheart."
Edd sobs. How can he say that?! Relax?! The way the boy views it, there's no way. He gasps as the man moves a bit. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tries so hard to think of calming things to relax himself. Showers. School. That first lick off a well-earned jawbreaker. Sleepy summer afternoons with his friends. Ed. Eddy.
He shivers. Eddy. A mental image of his dear friend appears in his mind's eye. He focuses desperately on that. Memories of his laugh, his voice, his touch. The way Eddy would pull him against his side in a tight hug. The way Eddy constantly invaded his personal space when he wanted to share one of his legendary scam ideas. A warmth spreads in his chest as his memories take him. It brings only a little relief to him, but it seems to be enough to make the man move more.
Terry begins thrusting in and out of the boy beneath him, moaning low in Edd's ear. Fresh bruises begin to blossom on the pale skin of Edd's hips beneath his fingers. The boy's screams are dwindling some, if only because his voice is becoming hoarse and pained. The tears are still flowing freely down into his hair, mingling with his sweat. The agony has made the memories he'd been clinging to fade. Everything hurts. The majority of the pain is focused between his legs, which are also beginning to cramp from the uncomfortable position and his back is aching. His neck and shoulders are tender from the rough treatment they're receiving from the man, as are his hips.
A hand pushes the damp bangs from his forehead; "Look at me."
It takes a moment for the man's whispered demand to register in his mind. Blearily, he opens his eyes, gazing up at the man with a weak look. His shoulders hunch defensively as the man looks into his eyes. There's a sadistic look on his face which sends chills down Edd's spine as the boy realizes that Terry's taking pleasure in the fear and pain he finds shining in those green orbs. Edd's eyes snap shut again when the man gives a particularly harsh thrust, sending another wave of pain over him and drawing a sharp cry from his lips.
"Ah-ah-ah," the man tuts, grabbing the boy's chin, "Eyes on me, Princess. I want you to look at me while I fuck you."
Edd heaves a shuddering sob, but obeys fearfully, forcing himself to open his eyes. The man scoffs, adjusting the boy's legs around his waist. The boy gives little protesting cries and tries to push against the man's chest again as the movement causes sharp stabs of pain.
"P-Please…" he whimpers, "S-Stop! No more!"
"C'mon now," the man purrs, bringing his hand down to the boy's still erect cock, "I'm pretty sure this says otherwise."
A little squeak is all Edd can manage as the large hand strokes his arousal. He feels the man drawing close to his ear again.
"You can deny it all you want, Princess," he hears the seductive tone hiss, "but your body says it all." He nips at the boy's ear lobe. "You like this."
Shuddering breaths wrack the boy's body as Terry continues; thrusting harder and faster into the weak body beneath him. Edd's hands scramble to latch onto something, eventually finding the man's shoulders. He snakes his arms around Terry's neck, holding on for dear life. He doesn't last much longer. The man's hand around his small cock is drawing him to his peak so terribly fast. The pleasure is clashing against the pain, neither succumbing to the other's intensity. Edd's throat feels raw as he moans and screams. He prays for an end to this torture. Terry's lips and teeth have not ceased their teasing of his ear and cheek and his filthy, whispered words are still being spoken.
"That's it, sweetheart," the man moans, "So close, aren't you?" Edd offers a moan in response, which seems to please the man. "Mmm…yeah…Louder. I wanna hear it all!"
Edd voice does indeed get louder, but only because the man's movement has become so painfully fast and powerful. Despite all of this, he can still feel himself nearing that sweet release. He arches his back, leaning into the man's touch around his member in a desperate attempt to reach his climax. Finally, it seems, the man is willing to take some semblance of mercy on him as his stroking motions become more fervent.
"Mmm…Cum for me, Princess," he demands through a moan, "Don't hold back."
And he doesn't. The boy screams as he allows his orgasm to take him. As the boy's body tightens and spasms around his cock, Terry is quick to join him in release. The pleasure is too great for either of them. He sinks his teeth into Edd's shoulder, but the boy hardly seems to notice as his body is still overcome with the pleasure. It registers moments later, as he comes down from that high, that there's a sharp pain in his shoulder, but he finds himself too weak to do much about it. His body goes limp. Terry collapses atop him, holding the boy close as he tries to catch his breath. When he does, he lifts himself from Edd just enough to pull out of him before flopping down beside him, exhausted.
The sudden movement snaps Edd back to the pain below his waist and he whimpers pitifully. Curiosity draws his gaze down and he blanches upon finding blood staining the sheets beneath him. He lies back again, sobbing as he grieves for his ravaged body and lost innocence. There's a silence otherwise that permeates the room before a small click draws his attention back to the man beside him. Terry has a cigarette between his fingers and his lips and is lighting it, taking a long drag as he does so. When it's lit, he closes the lighter and sets it aside to enjoy the rich flavor. Now free, he places his other hand on the boy's thigh. Edd shivers and attempts to move away, but is grounded by the pain. He's taunted by the sharp laugh the man releases at his plight and the hand petting his thigh.
In a feeble attempt to comfort himself, Edd curls up on his side, facing away from the man. He's seen quite enough of him. His body is weak and his eyes feel heavy. How badly he wants to just let sleep take him! But he doesn't allow it. He doesn't trust the man - not that he ever truly did. Instead, he waits. In his twilight state of exhaustion, it seems an eternity before Terry finally puts out his cigarette. Edd's quite glad for the reprieve from the filthy smoke. He remains perfectly still, feigning sleep as the man moves behind him. He feels one of those sinful hands slipping around his middle.
"C'mere Princess," he fights back a shudder at Terry's teasing whisper.
He doesn't respond, but his eyes shut as he's pulled back against the broad, bare chest. He focuses on the man's breathing, the arms around him, anticipating further abuse. However, he's grateful to note that it's not much longer after that before he hears the man's breathing slow and soften. The grip around him slackens slightly. Asleep. He's finally asleep.
Edd tries to will his body to move - now is his chance to run! No good. Keeping his eyes shut for that charade is proving to be his downfall. His body takes it as cue to finally relax as well. He's only able to hold onto his consciousness for a few moments more before finally falling into a well-deserved sleep as well.
When the boy wakes again, he's vaguely aware of the dulled pain throughout his body. His legs and groin are terribly sore and his hips, neck and shoulders are still very tender. His neck is also a bit stiff from his sleeping position, making it difficult to turn his head. He can feel warm breath upon his neck and notices then the arms around his waist. For a moment, he doesn't move. He listens to the man's breathing, expecting him to wake and accost him with more vile caresses. When there is no more movement behind him, he chances a weak glance.
Edd heaves a soft sigh of relief upon finding Terry still sleeping. Biting his lip, he carefully moves the arm that's around his waist before slowly pulling himself away from the man. When he's far enough from him, he sits up. He cries out softly as a sharp pain shoots up his back and swiftly clamps a hand over his mouth to cease any more noise. He whips his attention back to Terry in anticipation. Thankfully, the man sleeps on. Edd's shoulders slump and he lowers his hand a bit, thanking what little luck he has.
He glances to the window covered in the sheet, finding the light peeking through to be a bit warmer. There's no clock in the room, he regrets to note, but he imagines a couple of hours had passed since he had first awoken. He at last hopes this is the case. It would certainly be a disturbing shock if an entire day had passed since he'd fallen asleep here. With a shudder, he looks down at his naked body. Shame washes over him. He sees Ed and Eddy's faces in his mind, the disgusted looks they'd be sure to give him if they learn of this. As the tears come, he buries his face in his hands, weeping softly. He feels sick with the knowledge of what he allowed this man to do to him.
Taking several deep breaths, however, he forces himself to calm. Now isn't the time to panic or wallow in self-pity. As pained and disgusted as he feels, he is faced with a rare opportunity. Terry's still sleeping. If he acts quickly, he might be able to escape! Or at the very least call for help. The man had barred his friends from asking for assistance, but there should be nothing preventing him from doing so…
Resolutely, the boy edges over to the edge of the bed, where he finds the flannel shirt to have been discarded. He grasps the fabric in his hands and pulls it over his bare torso. Every movement results in a throbbing ache, but he does his best to ignore it. Taking a deep breath, he gingerly eases himself out of the bed. He has to bite his lip several times to keep from crying out from the pain of moving, fearing what may happen if the man were to wake and see him up like this.
Rising up onto his shaking legs, he stumbles over to the door. As difficult as it is, he attempts to make his footsteps light so that he doesn't rouse the man. His hands quiver as he tries to delicately turn the knob on the door. Locked. He curses under his breath. He'd forgotten that Terry had locked the door after they'd entered. He glances back, spotting the man's pants near the foot of the bed on the floor. He shudders at the sight of them; an unpleasant reminder of his recent trauma.
Gritting his teeth, Edd walks back over to them and searches the pockets. It takes little time to find the key, but he's disappointed at finding only one. He assumes the man may have hidden away any others that he could have used to escape. The bedroom key would suffice, however; the farther Edd could get from the man slumbering on the bed, the better. Key in hand, he slips out of the room after unlocking and opening the door. He leaves the door open as he steps lightly down the hall. He doesn't know how long it will be before the man wakes, but he intends to listen for movement to give himself even a moment's warning.
He tiptoes through the trailer, searching for possible escape routes. He stops at the bathroom for just a moment, considering a shower. It would be heavenly against his aching body, but he would risk waking Terry with the sound of the running water. With a whimpering sigh, he reluctantly decides against it and returns to the task at hand. Reaching the kitchen, he finds only one other door leading outside in the attached laundry room. Moving swiftly, but silently, he approaches the door and tries the handle. This one's locked too. He imagines the key to be among the other multitude Terry seemed to possess, which means it's most certainly hidden somewhere he won't be able to find any time soon.
His hope dwindling, he turns his attention to the kitchen door. He studies it for several minutes in an effort to determine a solution. This door is locked two different ways. The first is a simple key lock — which he finds himself most frustrated by at this point — while the other is a lock above the door. It's a sliding mechanism. If he could only reach it, perhaps that would be the chance he needed? With that unlocked, all he'd have to do is locate the key, just like with the laundry room. Having multiple escape routes planned out would be the most beneficial to him, he believes. He realizes he'll be risking being naked in public if he is to succeed in his attempts, but ultimately decides that, as long as it means freedom from this torment, it's worth it.
Before he does anything about that, though, he goes in search of a telephone. Surely the man has one somewhere? Aha! He spots it near the refrigerator. Grinning weakly, he pads over to it, snatching it off the hook. He brings the receiver to his ear and brings his hand up to dial the numbers, but falters. No dial tone. Edd frowns, but admits to himself that he shouldn't be too terribly surprised. He assumes the man doesn't return to this trailer often enough to warrant an additional phone bill. With a sigh, he sets the phone down and returns his focus to his escape.
He considers the windows as well, but all of them are rather high up or very small. While he recognizes his need for escape should outweigh his reservations about the drop or small space, he also knows that, if were to injure himself somehow, it would dash his chances of escape that much more. The doors are his best bet. First order of business; take care of the lock above the kitchen door.
He approaches the table where the chairs are sloppily arranged and grabs one, pulling on it. The legs of the chair scrape loudly against the linoleum floor. His heart drops into his stomach and he stops dead. He hadn't expected the chair to be so heavy! If anything, it's his current battered and bruised state that's made it so, but it's still a frightening shock. For several minutes, he stands perfectly still, listening for any movement from the bedroom.
Silence.
Is the man still sleeping? He assumes he must be. He tries again to pull the chair, moving much more cautiously. After the painstakingly slow task of moving the chair against the door, he climbs up onto it, reaching for the lock again. Just out of reach. Stepping down again, he looks frantically around the kitchen before spotting a long, wooden spoon. Snatching it up and returning to the door, he reaches as far as he's able to nudge the lock. His focus remains entirely on the door. So close! Just a little more!
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
Cold fear grips him as the large hand latches on to his outstretched arm, making him drop the spoon. He had woken the man. His panicked state had made him deaf to the man moving to find him. The grip is harder than ever before and terribly painful as the man yanks Edd back and off of the chair. Terry begins dragging him through the hall again.
"Little shit!" he hears the man curse, drawing him to look up at him, "Must really fuckin' love punishment, huh?!"
Panic runs rampant through the boy's body.
"N-No!" he screams, stumbling over his words as he tries to pull himself free, "No! Please! I-I'm sorry! I'll be good! I swear! P-Please! Don't hurt me!"
As they enter the bedroom again, Edd is shoved back onto the bed. His lower back spasms in pain, rendering him unable to move for several moments. The man takes that time to lock the door again before rounding on him. Edd shakily sits up and turns to him before backing up on the bed. He hits the headboard and presses himself up against it, body quaking in terror.
"P-Please!" he begs, "I'm sorry! H-Have mercy!"
His pleas fall on deaf ears as the man approaches him, speaking in a soft, menacing growl.
"You've been a bad boy, haven't you?"
End Of Chapter 8!
DuoXKouga: DAMN IT, BONNIE! Why you gotta kill me?!
Battygirl: *shakes head* Thanks for reading! We'll see you in the next chapter. Hopefully without any killer Animatronics...