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Mike's p.o.v
It had almost been a week since Darcy had been taken by someone he thought was out of their lives forever, but clearly, she found a way to crawl back into their lives, destroying it piece by piece because of her sick mind. Mike had managed to keep the secret from everyone in the office about who kidnapped his daughter, not wanting to be pulled off the case because of the close connection. He needed to be the one that found Darcy, if he kept his mouth shut, that would be a possibility. Mike was almost kicked off the case as soon as the incident happened, but somehow, he managed to convince his boss that he needed to be on the case, masking his hurt and burying the emotions he was feeling deep inside himself until he was ready to pop with anger, the only emotion he knew how to use to its full potential. He barely slept anymore, the nightmares of Darcy getting taken away from him right in front of his eyes haunting his dreams, the way her head smashed against the pavement even though he didn't see it, every time that he closed his eyes. The vision was embedded into the back of his eyelids, scorched.
He could still see the look of sheer horror that crept into Darcy's eyes as she turned to look at him wrestling with the huge man, her small, fragile body trembling even though she refused to show it. But there was s blur of black right in front of his vision, a sharp pain colliding with his temple, but he still saw some bastard throwing his daughter over the railings, the sickening slap of her head hitting the pavement, no other movement coming from the side of the railings
"Mike?" a smooth, calming voice nudged at his consciousness, dragging him rather violently out of his thoughts, Mike flinching and rubbing at his forehead where a large white bandage was settled against his skin, tough under his fingertips
"Yeah?" was his simple reply, still rubbing his temple, but he looked towards Simon, who moved slightly to the left to reach inside his desk, rustling around in the top draw for something Mike couldn't see. A glass of water was clunked on his desk, two aspirin placed nicely next to the glass. Mike didn't look at the aspirin at the moment, staring into Simon's blue eyes and seeing something that he could officially read in his friends eyes. He knew that something was wrong with Mike, he noticed the purple bags that were hanging horribly from under his eyes when he was walking to work, catching his reflection in the mirror in a shop as he passed. He ignored the looks of people that he passed, some sympathetic, some looking completely rude and rolling their eyes as he tried to smile to look polite
"Take the paracetamol" Simon warned, scraping the paracetamol from the table with his arm, catching them with his open hand. Simon didn't even give Mike a chance to make an excuse before his right hand was yanked upwards, almost pulling him from his seat to the floor, his knees hitting his desk from the pull
"Okay, geez!" Mike almost shouted, snatching the paracetamol and water from Simon's hand, spilling the water slightly over his hand but he ignored it. He shoved them both into his mouth, chugging the glass of water almost instantly, not letting the disgusting taste of the paracetamol stain his tongue, sticking his tongue out in a childish way to show Simon that he swallowed them. There was a slight look of annoyance that crossed over Simon's face, but Mike knew that he was trying to understand the situation by the looks he was giving him
"What's happened?" Simon asked suddenly, turning Mike around by his shoulder so they were face-to-face, Mike not being able to hide his emotions from someone he's been working with for a long time, so many years
"Nothing" Mike started to say but Simon began to shake his head, rolling his eyes and looking completely frustrated and angry with everything
"Mike, you can't lie to me" Simon almost snarled in anger, but Mike only stared back, breathing deeply to contain his anger
"I got a phone call" Mike whispered low in his voice, his eyes not looking at Simon as he spoke, scanning the room to see if anyone was going to walk into the room "and it was Darcy's kidnapper" Mike immediately slammed his hands across Simon's mouth, because he knew that Simon would rant and swear and curse, only to start to stomp around the room. Simon was the only one that knew everything that Mike kept a secret about Darcy and her mother, all the darkness that seemed to surround Mike from his past he was desperate to forget. Mike wanted to forget everything that happened, but not forget at the same time, because it would be wrong. The incident was the darkest patch surrounding Mike, but he refused to acknowledge the fact that he had a dark patch, because Darcy seemed to ignore the darkness around her.
"Who was the phone call from?" Simon asked after he calmed down, Mike noticing the redness still pasted his cheeks. But Mike faltered slightly for a reply, but Simon urged him on, and he couldn't ignore it
"Caitlyn. Darcy's mother"
Kendall's p.o.v
Kendall woke to nothingness, a black void. But the thing that worried him was that here was no heaviness to his arms as he struggled to move around to a more comfy position on the cold floor. He had not forgotten what had happened before he had fallen unconscious, the abuse that Jacob had inflicted onto his body, the way he tortured the girl that he loved before something happened to them, pouring bucket after bucket of water over her face until she really struggled for breath. But his own breath shortened after he realised what he just thought. Kendall had just admitted in his mind that he loved Darcy, and yet he still ignored those feelings constantly
"D-D-Darcy" Kendall whispered hoarsely, moving his arms so he could cradle her more, but there was nothing in his arms, nothing pressing harder to his chest. He soon shot up, ignoring the pain that shot across his chest from the sudden movement, but he felt fear forcing his heart to pound heavily as his eyes frantically searched around the room for Darcy
"Kendall! Oh thank god you've woken up!" a frantic voice spat in his face, gripping his chin in a vice grip to force his head to look at him, but Kendall's eyes wouldn't settle on anything until he looked at Darcy safe and sound
"D-Darcy?" Kendall whispered frantically again, trying to look at the person that held his chin in the vice grip. It was Logan's small, pale hand that was clasped around his chin, forcing him to stare into his large brown eyes until he calmed down, but being the stubborn idiot he was, Kendall shifted so that he could see behind Logan. James was sitting against the wall, a small barely recognisable person in his arms, their legs crossed at the knees, their head resting against James' chest
"She's here with me" James spoke softly but didn't move a single muscle in fear of waking Darcy in his arms. Kendall noticed that she was no longer soaking wet, her usual dark black hair was not sticking against her forehead. But the dark bangs didn't flow down past her shoulders, but Kendall forgot that her hair had been cut by the bastard that inflicted the pain onto him by pressing hot objects into his skin until he cried out with pain
"I-Is she okay?" Kendall asked, mentally hitting himself for stuttering either in fear or pain, but his eyes didn't move from James' as he stared down to his chest, making sure that Darcy had not woken up
"Yeah, she coughed for a while but she's fine. Logan helped her, and you after you guys passed out. What the hell happened?" James asked his own question
"Jacob happened" Kendall snarled in an angry tone, grinding his teeth in anger because that's all he could do at the moment. James' face twisted up in something between anger and sympathy, his hazel eyes, even from the distance between the two boys, were angered, hazel blazing
"That bastard's done something else in his life, in the relationship between Darcy and him" James' tone quieted as Darcy shifted in his arms, giving off a small moan as she did. She soon settled back in James' arms, but Kendall felt jealously crush his heart at the sight. James' arms were tight around Darcy's small frame, and Kendall wanted to be the one that had his arms around her waist, being the one that was comforting her. He couldn't stop himself from glaring at James
"She won't talk about it though. He's hurt her more than she's letting on. Let her come to us" Logan's smart comment stopped Kendall from glaring at James, but he soon slapped himself in the head because of his stupid thoughts. He couldn't let a girl get in the way. James smiled at him, like he knew what Kendall was thinking
Darcy's p.o.v
Voices were muffled behind the blackness behind her eyelids, but they felt too heavy for her to lift. Strong arms were holding her against something, but she still didn't open her eyes, only trying to make sense of the person holding her. Darcy's heart pounded in her chest as she realised that someone was holding her against a chest, and soon she tried to struggle in the grip, only to gain a smell of Cuda drift into her nose. Darcy felt a little disappointed that it was not Kendall holding her against him
"J-James, you can let me go" Darcy croaked in a heavy sounding voice, pushing against James' chest for him to let her go, but he only tightened his arms around her, his soothing voice making its way into her ears
"Darcy, its okay. It's only me" James spoke, and Darcy rolled her eyes, flinching as pain ripped into her skull. Her hands moved towards her temple as she slowly rubbed circles into the flesh, but a hand pulled hers away from her temple, a cold hand soothing the headache
"Owww, I'm okay" Darcy swatted at James' hand, only succeeding when she heard a slapping sound echo around the room, James' voice cursing
"Yeah, you really seem okay" Kendall replied to her tantrum sarcastically from the other side of the room, Darcy's eyes cracking open and trying to let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. No lights were letting any light into the room, keeping everyone from seeing the expressions on each others faces
"I am okay. We should be asking you if you're okay, actually" Darcy replied just as sarcastically through gritted teeth, pushing herself to her feet by using James' chest, no blush coming to her cheeks from touching James. She knew that James had muscles, she had seen them herself, but she felt nothing when he took off his shirt and exposed the muscles. Other girls swooned at the sight, James smirking as they did, but Darcy had only rolled her eyes. One girl that had swooned asked Darcy if she was a lesbian because she had not had any reaction to James, but of course, typical of Darcy, she had lost her temper, resulting in the girl leaving the Palm Woods in a fit of tears. She had not cared at all. Later on, James had asked the same question, but she had told him that she was in love with someone else, and when James had smirked, the smile almost breaking his face, he had asked if it was Kendall. The reaction to his question had made Darcy blush and frantically shout at James for suggesting such a thing, even going so far as to slap him, but the reaction had been enough for James to realise that she did have a crush on Kendall. Now she was staring into Kendall's bright green eyes filled with pain, her heart clenching with seeing the pain and wanting to hug all of the pain out of Kendall, but she kept herself back from him, only glaring
"I'm fine. I'm not the one whose in her ex-boyfriends grasp" Kendall sneered, but as soon as the words left his mouth, the look in his eyes looked like he wanted to take back what he said, but Darcy knew he wouldn't because he was stubborn, biting on his lower lip. Before anyone could force Kendall to apologise to Darcy, the door was thrown open by one of the massive men that seemed to guard Jacob, his hand still placed on the metal of the door. A sneer of a smile was on his face
"Bathroom time" he spoke with a monotone voice, his eyes scanning each one of them in turn "who wants to go first?" he questioned, but only seemed to stare at Kendall, who ignored the stare
"I will" Logan's voice was surprisingly strong as he squared his shoulders and straightened his back, glaring at the man standing in the doorway with a cold stare with his chocolate-brown eyes "and Darcy's coming with me" before Darcy could argue with him, Logan grasped her right arm at the wrist, dragging her out of the room without protest, because words had frozen up on her tongue. It could have been the horrible sneer of words that Kendall had said, because now they knew the connection between Darcy getting kidnapped and the people who had done the deed, but they didn't know the real reason, and Darcy wanted to keep it that way. She flinched as the heavy door slammed shut with a large bang, eloping them all in darkness, until a click of a switch was the only light sound in the room, that was before the lights flashed on briefly. Logan's hold had only tightened around her wrist as the man moved in front of them, towering over them by a huge amount, Logan's usually pale skin went impossibly paler
"Through there" he sneered, the coldness of the tone not in his voice anymore, but Logan didn't wait another second for the man to do something, practically lunging through the door, pulling Darcy through it too, before he slammed the door shut. A heavy, long sigh escaped from Logan's mouth as he slumped against the door, running his hands through his hair in what seemed like frustration
"Why did you drag me along?" Darcy questioned when Logan broke off sighing
"Because" Logan put simply in a dulled tone, not really answering her question, only scanning his eyes around the bathroom they would be stuck in for god knows how long. Darcy turned to look at the room, but hated it as soon as her eyes met the disgusting room. The bathroom had not been cleaned in a long time, cracks appearing almost every where, especially on the bath, sink and the glass cabinet that hung uselessly above the sink by something that Darcy couldn't see
"Take off your shirt" Logan demanded in the silent room, but Darcy froze because Logan had just demanded that she take off her shirt, which was still slightly wet and had blood stains, but she wouldn't go down without a fight
"Logan, ain't you suppose to charm a girl before you ask her to take off her shirt?" Darcy's sarcastically flirty comment made Logan blush immediately from the base of his neck to the top of his head, looking red like a tomato
"N-no t-that's n-not w-what I-I-I meant!" Logan stuttered frantically while waving his arms around, trying to hide his face because he was blushing so hard. But she took that chance to shrug off the over-shirt she put on before her concert, leaving on the black tank top that was also covered in blood and god knows what else when she tried to escape, she didn't really want to find out
"I've taken it off Logan" Darcy spoke, tossing the shirt to the floor just as Logan turned around, scanning his eyes over Darcy's body but not in a sexual way. When his eyes landed on her right arm at the bottom, his eyes widened drastically, his face paling so much that it looked like he would pass out from the terror. Darcy lunged for Logan, but he didn't pass out like she thought he would, only grabbing onto her arm in a tight grip, his nails biting into her skin
"W-What t-the h-hell?" he stuttered, moving his hand down her arm to the horrible amount of scars that were just starting to become more and more visible, the worst part was the bottom half of her right arm, because there were a large amount of small scars, too many to count, lining her arm. Logan's fingers were brushing against the damaged tissue, but she didn't like it, pulling away and holding her arm in an uncomfortable way and trying to shield it from Logan
"I-I don't want to talk about it" Darcy backed away still holding her arm, forgetting that she threw her shirt towards Logan as she looked around the room to see where it was. She didn't look at Logan, that was until he tackled her into a massive, bone crunching hug, rubbing at her arm
"I'm sorry" Logan whispered, pulling away "drink some water, that might help" Logan's voice was serious, pushing Darcy towards the disgusting sink. He rummaged through the cupboard at the bottom of the sink, throwing everything out, razors, soap, shampoo, practically everything that a teenager would need, until he pulled out a chipped cup, hitting the taps harder when the water refused to leak out of the taps. Logan growled, a strange sound in his throat as Darcy watched him
"It's fun to watch your mind at work" Darcy muttered sarcastically, still watching as Logan started to cuss at the tap, twisting it more and more until it frustrated him. But the water started to gush out of the tap at a high-speed, splashing up Logan's arm and soaking the sleeve, but he filled up the cup, overflowing it
"Here" Logan practically shoved the cup into her hand, forcing it to move towards her lips to take a large gulp of the liquid as soon as it touched her lips. She was desperate for more when she finished the cup, but she, doing Logan a favour, filled the cup with the water still splashing against the sides, and shoving the cup into his hands like he had to her moments ago
"Drink" Darcy commanded at Logan while she glared, watched him until he took a drink. Only then did she start to finish off Logan's job of emptying the cupboard, listening out for anyone that might open the door and find her. Her hand clenched around something that crinkled under her hand, and she pulled it out to find it was a plastic bottle, light and empty. A small smile crept on her lips as she spotted four more right at the back of the cupboard, reaching deeper inside to grasp at them all, pulling off the cap of the bottles as she took them out of the cupboard. Each one she pulled the cap off, she placed on the counter next to the sink, Logan filling them with water from the gushing tap
"What are you doing?" Jacob's voice sneered, Darcy jumping out of her skin the moment he spoke, slamming her head on the wood in surprise when Jacob started to speak. She had not heard anyone come in
"None of your business" Logan was quick with a reply, grabbing each water bottle and shoving them into a random bag he found, but Jacob did not seem pleased about Logan. Before Logan could move, one of the men that they didn't see coming through the door lunged for Logan, knocking him completely off his feet, almost smashing his head against the toilet if he had not ducked his head at exactly the right time, his back hitting the tiled floor. Logan immediately began to struggle in the man's tight hold, but it did nothing to loosen the grip, and Darcy tried to step in to help Logan. But before she could move towards him, his fast reflexes moved, and he backhanded Darcy hard in the cheek, sending her flying. Her back hit the wall, but there was a horrifying crack of a bone breaking, a scream of terror following shortly after, and it was Logan
Logan's head was thrown back with the scream, scrabbling towards his knee with claw shaped hands, his other knee kicking out to try to get it out of his grip. Darcy wouldn't stop him from hurting her friend, because Jacob had her pinned to the floor with his whole body pressed against her as she lay on the floor
"No, stop it!" Darcy shouted as Jacob started to brush his fingers down her right arm with a feather touch, seductively, with his other hand, he fingered the bottom of her tank top, moving his hand to rip the fabric away from her body slowly, the fabric tearing away easily from her body because it seemed paper-thin under Jacob's hand. She tried to thrash under his hands, but it never bothered him, only until he stopped just before the bottom of her breasts, saving her from any embarrassment
"You shouldn't test my patience, baby" Jacob cooed in her ear as she froze in terror at what she felt. A large bulge was pressing up against her leg as Jacob began to rub himself against her, but she was not going to give up that easily, only thrashing harder in his grip as Jacob pinned her arms above her head with one hand, his nails biting into the skin. His other hand, however, was slowly going down her clothing, trying to un-do the button to her jeans, a sick smile on his face. His hazel eyes were glued to hers, but she moved hers to look at Logan, but her eyes widened in fear
Logan was unconscious, a small line of blood trailing down his pale face, leaving Darcy alone with the creep Jacob
Kendall's p.o.v
They didn't know how long Logan and Darcy had been away, but each minute that passed, Kendall was getting more and more nervous, not that he could admit to such a thing, not like James. James was pacing across the room, his long legs propelling him across the room, by now he must have paced the room one hundred times while the others were missing, his hair a complete mess because he was constantly running his fingers through the long locks which had now become greasy
"James, please sit down" Carlos' tiny voice broke through Kendall's thoughts, flinching as if someone was inflicting pain on his body, but he looked up at Carlos' small features that had fear written all over them
"James, dude sit down and rest. You're giving me a headache" Kendall's voice was a whine of annoyance as he began to rub at his temple, pressing down hard to try to ease the pain. James didn't sit down, only grunted and furiously rubbing circles in his temples
"I can't. Not while Logan and Darcy are out of the room. I don't like it" James muttered
"I don't either, but they will be fine together" Carlos moved across the room to collect James in a long hug, rubbing his back. The door to the room slammed open once more, and hope blossomed in Kendall's chest just hoping it was Darcy and Logan, but no luck. It was the man that had attacked Kendall in the first place and cracked his ribs, which still decided to hurt occasionally, leaning on the door with his arms folded
"Come on pretty boy" he sneered, and Kendall felt fear make his heart skip a beat as James actually moved towards the freak, his steps slow. But as soon as James was arms length towards the freak, who was called Michael as Kendall remembered the scene in the tour bus, slapped James hard across the face with his arm, making James stumble to the right and crash into the wall
"James!" Carlos shouted, moving to his side immediately, leaving Kendall completely open to Michael, who was now staring at him with lust. Michael gave off a low chuckle at how pathetic James looked slumped to the side, his right hand trying to reach his back
"I was talking to the blond" he whispered, stomping in the room, ignoring the way James seemed to glare at the man, and tugged Kendall towards him, making Kendall fall flush into his chest, Michael's grip tight around his wrist. No one dared to move a muscle, especially not Kendall, who was forced to look deeply into the man's hazel eyes as he moved out of the door, keeping Kendall close to his chest so the other boys didn't try anything funny, because if they did and Michael saw, then Kendall would be hurt under Michael's hand, and no one dared to try anything
"Don't try anything stupid Kendall" Michael whispered in Kendall's ear as he pulled him through the hallway of the house that they were trapped in, but two other figures flashed in the corner of his eye, and he twisted his head to look. Darcy was limping heavily on one side of her leg, trying to keep some sort of balance while being pushed along by Jacob, who was much too close to Darcy than even Kendall himself liked between them, Darcy's face cold but ghostly pale in colour, tear tracks glistened in the light in the room. However it was Logan's limp figure in two guards hands that really freaked Kendall out, because he was barely moving, no rising from his chest as he was dragged past them both in record time, barely enough time for Kendall and Darcy's eyes to meet so Kendall could see the emotions running through her eyes. But another part of Kendall didn't want to see the look on her face
Kendall's p.o.v
Michael pushed Kendall into the room with a harsh shove in his back, but he was caught before he could fall to the floor by a strong pair of arms that were probably more muscle than anything else, easily keeping him suspended half way between the floor and standing up fully, the arms never quivering from Kendall's weight. Kendall tried to push away from the arms, but immediately they pulled him backwards so he was flush against another person's chest, a chest that was solid, making Kendall give off a small 'oof' as he hit the chest behind him, no one else was phased. The men only stood around the room, looking at each other and giving each other questionable looks that Kendall couldn't read, but he almost knew what they were waiting for. Their leader, which was possibly Jacob, who was dealing with Darcy and an unconscious Logan, hopefully putting them back inside the room and away from any danger
"Can't we start without him?" one of the men in the room, not the person behind him because Kendall would have been able to feel his chest vibrating, spoke in an irritated voice, trailing his fingers over Kendall's arm in a seductive manner, but Kendall tried to flinch away from him
"No you idiot!" another hissed, hidden behind Kendall "Jacob wants to watch as he beat the shit through pretty boy" Kendall felt fear start to curl in his chest, but he tried to swallow past the large lump of fear that was building up in his throat, but he soon jumped in the man's arms, the skin on his arms pulling with him as he jumped in the air, because the large door to the room slammed open and Jacob's small figure stalked into the room
"Hello Kendall" Jacob snarled, his hazel eyes, which were nothing like James', stared at him like a predator looking at its pathetic prey writhing around on the floor, but Kendall refused to allow himself to be broken in front of Jacob. Kendall stood tall, making damn sure that Jacob never towered over him so that Jacob thought that Kendall was being submissive towards him, because Kendall Knight would never back down to someone, especially Jacob. Kendall didn't know what Jacob had actually done to Darcy, and if he would have to be truthful, he didn't want to find out right at this minute, because if he had really badly hurt Darcy, Kendall would not be responsible for his fist landing in Jacob's face
"What do you want?" Kendall snarled back with the same tone underlining the words, trying to make sure that no fear was evidence in his voice as he spoke, no stuttering or pausing in any way to allow Jacob to think he won
"Oh nothing dear boy" Jacob started, breathing heavily on his fingernails and polishing them on his shirt, which was a disgusting shade of dark yellow which did not suit him at all. But there was probably something about the shirt that Jacob liked, because Kendall hated looking at it "just wanted to watch as you all break, one by one. But what would be the fun in breaking all of you, when my main purpose was to hurt Darcy" Jacob looked up at Kendall as soon as Darcy's name was spoken through his eyelashes, a wide smile twisting on his face as if he knew that Kendall liked her. The blood inside Kendall was boiling, but on the outside it looked like Kendall was not bothered by the subject
"Really?" Kendall came back with a sarcastic reply, hating how his teeth betrayed him, gritting hard enough for them to shatter as he spoke to Jacob. Jacob was still smiling brightly, and Kendall hated it
"Yes, do you really think we need four stupid idiots that call themselves 'Big Time Rush' to hurt Darcy? Oh no" Jacob's tone became dark, and the atmosphere in the room went cold, bone chilling cold and Kendall resisted the urge to shiver violently from Jacob's words
"Why did you kidnap us then, idiot?" Kendall snarled, but a guard slapped him hard across the face, the slap echoing around the room
"Because Darcy decided to run away from me, her true love. But I shot that fat bastard that tried to defend you" Kendall's blood ran colder than it ever had before, his body numbing at the core. Jacob had shot Gustavo, their manager because Darcy had been selfish and escaped from Jacob's clutches when she had the chance. And now? Their future depended on if Gustavo survived the encounter, and by the way Jacob was now bragging about it, Kendall in his own monologue and ignoring everything he was saying, it really did look like Gustavo was probably dead. But Kendall pushed away the thought of Darcy being selfish, because she was scared
"He's not dead" Kendall spoke suddenly, stopping Jacob from his rant, his hands up in the air and a beaming smile broadening on his face. Jacob's hazel eyes met Kendall's green ones, and it was a fight to see who would look away first
"I don't know if he is or not, because I also shot the black girl too. I tried to warn them that if they got in the way they would pay. But did they listen? Not a chance! I still got Darcy back though, and some extra toys to play with" Jacob looked away first, turning his back on Kendall. If he had not turned around, Jacob would have seen the large smile cracking Kendall's stone face
"You can do whatever you want to him now. I've had enough" Jacob put simply, waving his hand without looking at Kendall. The men instantly pounded on Kendall, dragging him to the floor. One of the men slammed his lips onto his in a bone crunching force, bruising his lips as soon as they made contact, Kendall flinching. But another was fiddling with the button on his jeans, sitting on his legs to restrict their movements, because Kendall automatically tried to kick up his legs, his scream muffled by the lips that were pressed against his own. Kendall didn't see if Jacob had walked out of the room, but he didn't care, Kendall's only thought was trying to get the man's lips off his, however, Kendall couldn't move his arms to scratch at the person above him, because his arms were now pinned above his head high enough so that he needed to stretch his long arms much longer to get rid of the pain that started to ache in his arms
"You're all mine" Michael whispered, moving in Kendall's line of sight, gliding his hands underneath Kendall's shirt, his hands cold so goosebumps prickled at his skin. Soon enough, before Kendall could gain his bearings, his shirt was ripped from his body, the cold hitting his chest
"No!" Kendall shouted suddenly as his jeans were pulled down his legs slowly, like they were savouring the moment as someone started to palm Kendall's member through his boxers hard and fast, making Kendall start to squirm in their grasp
"You may as well relax, it will hurt less" one person cooed in Kendall's ear, the person that was holding his legs down moved off his legs, but managed to thrust his legs up so that his knees were squashing his cheeks together painfully, but he was fully on show to Michael, who pulled off Kendall's boxers in a flash, exposing Kendall to Michael as he lined himself up
"No, no don't!" Kendall pleaded, squirming but not enough. Michael shoved himself inside, and Kendall screamed with the intense pain that ripped through him, throwing his head back and screaming until his voice was hoarse
Darcy's p.o.v
"OW!" Darcy shrieked as James tried to wipe the blood away from her knee with the water bottles that they had managed to bring back, her knee bleeding from Jacob constantly crushing her already broken knee under his foot, her screams not waking up Logan, who was still unconscious. Carlos was fussing over Logan even though he was unconscious, trying to make him comfortable. Darcy swatting the back of James' head after another wave of pain hit her from her leg
"Ooow" James complained, rubbing the back of his head where Darcy just hit him "what the hell was that for?" James shouted, throwing up his arms and waving them around like an idiot, trying to swat at the back of Darcy's head, but she managed to hit James again. James gritted his teeth in anger, his tan face going red in anger, starting to fling his arms in front of him to catch Darcy
"Stop acting childish!" Darcy shouted back
"BOTH OF YOU STOP ACTING CHILDISH!" Logan shouted, hitting the floor with his fist in anger, but both Darcy and James ignored him, continuing to slap each other and laughing
"They look like siblings, only James is the older brother to Darcy" Carlos said in a childish voice, but Darcy froze as Carlos said that, memories from the blackness of her memory playing right in front of her eyes, that was until James hit her in the back of the head, jerking those thoughts out of her mind. No one seemed to notice how she froze, the heavy door swinging open, James' hand metres from her face as he swung around to look towards the door. Kendall was being dragged through the door, but it was the paleness to his skin that Darcy noticed. His eyes were bright with terror, they were wide with the pupils dilated, they wouldn't stay still
"K-Kendall" James stuttered, wrenching away from Darcy to catch him before he fell to the floor, his whole body shaking like a leaf. But Darcy remained on the spot when she saw the guards dragging Kendall inside, watching Kendall the whole time. She knew the reaction that Kendall was having, the paleness to the face, the darting dilated eyes, none stop shaking of the body. Darcy's stomach twisted violently enough that she felt vomit rising up her throat, and she barely had time to bolt to the other side of the room before it exploded out of her mouth all over the floor, Darcy could only clutch at her stomach and hope that she didn't collapse to the floor in the puddle she just made. Logan was shouting in her ear, but the words never made their way to her mind, because she was still needing to expel her stomach with the thoughts that had raced through her mind. . .
. . Kendall had been raped
