As relieved as I was to get away from him, I was not out of the woods yet. Agonizing pain traveled up and down my body, but it beats the alternative. My head felt like it was going to explode any minute, dizziness threatening to incapacitate me. My feet as if stepping on a million needles, but none were enough to stop me from escaping. My short legs pumped as hard as they could, taking me away from Rick as far as they could, my lungs screaming for air, but my attempt for freedom was short-lived.
Right in front of me was the demon, snarling, mouth foaming, eyes black. He was no longer hiding what he was. For a quick second, my body moved before my brain could make any decisions. I turned right, trying to dodge him, but whatever I did, he appeared right in front of me. One minute, I was standing. The next, a strong force enveloped my whole body, and I flew, hitting the wall full impact and fell on the floor. I bounced like a tossed ball, gasping for air, vision blurry, vomiting my guts out. I couldn't tell if I broke anything, but warm, red, sticky liquid was oozing down my face. I was shaken, dazed, and confused. I was seeing double. I tried pushing myself up with my unstable arms, trembling and nausea threatening. I knew I needed to get away, but my body was giving up. This was bad.
"C'mon, Rae," I sobbed, crawling instead. "Get it together. It's not just you anymore. Your baby is counting on you..." I cried even harder as I thought of my baby, heart beating, expected to be carried in my womb for nine months. My baby who is counting on me for safety. My baby I didn't know existed until today, who I thought I did not want. My baby who I would die for and love unconditionally until my last dying breath. The baby was all mine. What if...
I shook the negative thought out of my head. "Don't go there! You just need to move!" And that was enough motivation for me to get out of dodge. Steadying myself using the wall, I pulled myself up. My head was bleeding profusely, excruciating torment overpowering, wave of nausea and vomit overwhelming, which I willed down.
Before I could completely stand, Rick flipped me over and pinned me back down. My wrists on top of my head pushed down tight. If it were any harder, I would have been melded to the cold concrete. The rest of me under him as he rode me. Panic set in, but I wasn't going down without a fight, weak or not.
"Get off me..." I managed to snarl weakly, legs thrashing, hips bucking. But I was never a threat to him.
"Oh, Reima," The way he said my name was so repulsive. Only he could make everything sound so disgusting. "I do have plans on getting off." He forced his disgusting mouth on me, tongue prying my mouth open, wiggling around. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I couldn't see what was on his face, but he was infuriated. What came out of his mouth was animalistic rage, his anger reverberating. "Whose cock was in your mouth?!"
Wham! Something strong and solid hit my cheek. Was it a leg? An open hand? A fist? I wasn't sure, but this was getting out of hand. A million stars suddenly appeared in front of me, my head lolling. God, it stung! I was extremely stunned that I could barely understand what he was saying. Without warning, he nabbed and pressed my cheeks like a piece of lemon and chuckled, pressing his forehead against mine.
"You fucking slut!" He spat behind him, forcing his mouth and tongue in mine yet again. My body slamming against the wall earlier was enough to cripple me. It was no longer mine to control.
"You act all high and mighty. Walking around with that bitch, Heidi, parading yourself," he inhaled, his nose against my cheek and purred. He wasn't done. He licked my face as if tasting his prey before consumption.
"I've been wanting to take my way with you. Fuck your virgin pussy and ass over and over and over until you begged me to stop, but Heidi would never leave your side," he screamed my best friend's with annoyance and bit me hard on the neck, breaking skin. I felt the pressure, but it felt like a papercut, and the smell of blood was noxious. My body was in overdrive that I lost all sensation.
"And then, the moment you broke free from her, you turned around and had some random guy fuck you! Let him take what was rightfully mine?!" Another hit on the face. Whack! At this point, I was close to losing consciousness. My body decided it was better to stay paralyzed and numb, while my brain remained aware of what was going on.
"Who was it?!" He demanded, but I dare did not answer. There was no need for him to get involved...ever.
"Please let this end," was all I could think. There was no escaping him. Nobody can stop him, and I couldn't take the torture anymore. "I'm sorry, sweetie..." As numb as I was, I could feel the tears trickling down the side of my face. I didn't care what Rick did to me. I just want him to stay focused on me. Because if he knew...
He grabbed the neck of my shirt violently, drawing my head closer to his. "Did you like it?! Did he fuck you good?! I wanna know his name..." He sickly murmured in my ear. As I said, my body gave up but not my brain. It turned out I could be a bitch if I really wanted to.
"Over and over and over again until I was orgasmed out..." I heaved every word, my throat burning. Of all people to think of, I thought of Dean Winchester. His gentleness, his roughness, his boyish smile, his ego, his vulnerabilities. He's probably out there somewhere scoring with some random bimbo, while I laid here getting beat up, taunting a demon. Rick stayed mum for a few seconds.
He let out a long sigh and repulsively said, "since you don't want to share the name of the bastard who had his way with you, well, guess what? I am taking what is rightfully mine." My vision was in and out, but I could hear the sound of fabric ripping. It started with my top, then my pants. More sounds followed: zipper coming down, mouth smacking, tongue licking, his moist lips parting.
I could have begged for him to stop, but I knew I was done for. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of me begging. I wept silently, continually thinking of Dean and the baby, while Rick spread my legs apart, hands, mouth, and tongue explored my torn up, broken down body. There were a few parts of me with some sensation, but for the most part, I couldn't feel a thing. I forced my eyes shut and bit my lip as hard as I could, as I felt something wet slither on my thigh.
"Your mouth might be saying no, but your body says different," Rick moaned, nibbling on my skin. I stayed quiet and stared at the corner wall, thinking I was off somewhere else, somewhere nice, away from the cruelty that was Rick.
Not a moment too soon, his body was on me. I could feel his gaze on my face, my naked breasts, on my stomach, specifically my womb. His chuckle was so evil, it made me lurch. "You think I don't know what you got in there?"
Before I could react, he dug his filthy hand into my stomach as hard as he could, trying to extract something out of me. I screamed as hard and as loud as I could muster, drawing my body to fold itself. It wasn't because of pain but of fear. "Nooooo!" My throat was so raw from yelling that my voice came out as a whisper. Rick only laughed.
"An eye for an eye," he spouted, then nothingness. Before darkness took over me, I remembered seeing Heidi towering over Rick, her hand outstretched, his eyes completely gone. Poetic justice.
October 5, 2022
"Fuck!" Dean was infuriated at the turn of events. He and his dad had been searching for Azazel for years and the moment he thought he was getting close, it got ripped out of his hands yet again. Strings of bad luck and none good. Wanting to take his frustration on something, he kicked a lonely chair sitting in a very familiar space, which shattered on impact.
"I have been hunting for those demons!" He started, screaming at the top of his lungs, spit everywhere. "You had no right! You had no idea what I had to go through-"
"And what about Rae?! Huh?!" Responded the other in kind. Both nostrils flaring, eyes teary and red. "Rape, Dean. Rick was about to rape her!" Heidi snarled right back at the insensitive hunter, Dean's collar in her hand. Her eyes sharp as a blade, ready to take him out.
Dean caught a glance of the girl on the couch and looked away as fast. All he saw was her face, bloodied, swollen, the rest of her covered with a thin, white sheet. He didn't say a word, but his jaw tensed. In his mind, she didn't deserve this. No woman deserves that kind of treatment from a man. But Rick was not a man, he was a demon.
He inhaled and slowly exhaled to quell his anger. It helped, but only a little. He scrubbed his face with invisible water and more vigor than intended. One minute, they were in the basement of the hospital with multiple bodies mutilated, the next, in someone's living room. He knew exactly where they were, and a fleeting memory crept up in his mind, which he hastily extinguished; it was ill-timed. The warmth of the house encircled him, but warm he was not.
"Glad it was you and not me," he murmured under his breath with murderous intent as a distraction; it worked. Rick would have been tortured until he couldn't take it anymore, and Dean was well-versed with torturing demons. Bloody, conscious, but barely alive had he caught the perverted demon. He had his own repertoire. Rather than think of his past and how he would torture what was smote, he reverted back to what was in front of him. He instead swatted Heidi's arm off him and put a distance between them.
He walked towards a corner in the living room, in view of Rae, back against the wall. "Heal her, please." Anybody who knew Dean knows he is not one to beg, but seeing Reima in the state she was in, it was unbearable. He needed air. He needed to get out. He knew this was out of his control but somehow felt responsible. Heidi's back was to him, but he could sense her hesitation.
He repeated himself, louder, knowing full well she heard him. "Heal her."
Her shoulders raised and fell in resignation. "I can't," she meekly responded, squeezing her friend's hand, head hanging low.
If he wasn't angry then, he was angry now. "You can't, or you won't?!" He pushed himself off against the wall and grabbed Heidi faster than she could protect herself. "You're an-"
"I know what I am!" She spat back but her eyes casted away, Dean still grasping the middle of her blouse, staring intensely at the top of her head. He couldn't understand her hesitation.
"She doesn't know," he stated as a matter-of-fact and let her go like a piece of wadded up gum. He shook his head in disgust.
In front of him was a celestial being, who was supposed to be one of those who watched over him like his mom promised, but Heidi was proving otherwise. "So you would rather watch her die to keep your stupid secret?!" Her head still low, staring at the carpet, searching for something invisible. He was hoping for a miracle, but from Heidi, she wasn't it.
"You don't understand. Teleporting us back to the house was a risk." Heidi began, but he wasn't having any of it.
"You're right, I don't." He pushed her aside and scooped Reima from the couch gingerly. The smell of blood permeated his nose, her cold skin against his made his heart spike, and her labored breathing was causing his mind to spiral. For the past two months, he longed to hold her, hear her sing, touch her soft skin like he did. He wasn't about to let her die because of a spineless being.
"Keys!" He demanded, growling. Angel or not, he elbowed her out of the way. He knew Reima didn't have much time left and waiting for the ambulance was going to be too late for her.
"Ba-by..." Reima stirred with a strained whisper, still unconscious, with red tears running down her face. Whatever anger Dean had, it vanished, replaced with worry and confusion. Was she talking about his car? Heidi, on the other hand, stiffened. She gritted her teeth because she knew she was about to make the biggest mistake.
"On the floor," this time, she demanded, not waiting on Dean to set the dying girl back on the couch. She pushed him down to the floor by the shoulders forcefully while holding Reima tightly, perplexity still washing over his face. Heidi shut her eyes, contemplating, but she knew it had to be done.
One beat, two beats. Nothing. Dean's eyes moved from Reima to Heidi. It should have worked. "Come on," he gritted under his breath and drew her in closer. "I need you..." he whispered in her ear. He didn't care that Heidi was watching him buckle. All of a sudden, a flash of disgust and anger took over his body. If only Heidi acted sooner...About to pounce the angel to death when Reima drew in a large breath with eyes wide open, almost knocking Dean off balance.
One beat, two beats. Almost, she wrapped her frail arms around him, sobbing and shaking, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. Whether she knew it was him holding her close, it didn't matter. The surprise wore off and he finally held her right back like he wanted, tightly, comforting her, stroking her hair.
"Shh, it's okay. You're okay, Rae...he won't hurt you...ever again." Her wailing got louder. Heidi and Dean exchanged looks, not a word between them but watched and listened helplessly as Rae wept in fear.
Minutes, which felt like hours, passed, and Reima was finally all cried out. Dean's suit was soaked in tears and slobber, knees in pain, but he didn't care. He held her, and she let him for a few minutes longer. To him, everything felt right. How could one person have such effect on him? Apart from her, he was lost, but now, there was some type of calmness. Then the moment ended as her hands began to loosen around his waist, and she started to scoot away slowly, dragging the bloodied sheet with her. The way she moved was awkward and creepy, but he didn't fight her. He felt a pang of pain as she hauled herself backwards, hitting the couch. She then folded in to herself, scrambling for the blood-soaked sheet, trying to protect herself. Nobody dared to stir the quietness of the room.
Reima raised her head slightly from her knees and attempted to say something, but no words came out. She gritted her teeth and inhaled deeply with frustration. She gave Heidi a quick glance, cleared her throat, and tried again. "Did you-" Reima started louder than she wanted, staring at Dean this time like he was the only person in the room. He didn't turn away and gazed right back.
"No," Heidi responded hastily as couple continued to stare at each other, either passionately or hatefully, she could not tell.
"Did you-," Reima continued.
"No!" Heidi replied indignantly, brows furrowing. "Why would you think that?! But he's here. Shouldn't you-"
It was Reima's turn to say it, cutting the Heidi off because she already knew what she was about to say. "No!" she responded with more fervor than expected, turning away from Dean's lightly freckled face and mesmerizing green eyes.
The man in the room was getting irritated, brows wrinkling, as the two women were having an argument with less than a few words between them. One of his many pet peeves was not being included in a discussion, especially if he was the topic, which the two were doing. So, he decided to put his two cents in. "Ladies, what the f-" he started, remained seated, which was a big mistake.
Both turned their heads sharply his way with a resounding, "Shut up!"
That did not sit right with the only male in the room; he was about to open his mouth to tell them so when Heidi said in a chilling and rumbling voice, "Reima, put that away. You don't need it."
Shifting from Heidi to Reima, Dean noticed the tool Rae was holding with shaky hands, a scissor. He was arms length away, but he knew better than to lunge at the girl who was unstable. "Rae-," Heidi began, but Reima was not leaving room for explanation.
"No! I saw you!" She tearfully screamed, matted hair framing her face, barely hanging onto the thin sheet with her armpits, both hands on the sharp weapon, unsteady. "You're like him! Like Rick! You-"
Heidi had a stoic look on her face and rather than explain, she just stared at her, which upset Dean. "Look, Rae. It wasn't like that." Dean said softly, attempting to placate the emotional girl. His face veiled with sadness and understanding. This was all new to Rae and she's beginning to learn the hard way. "Heidi...she saved you. Think about it," he urged, slowly rising from the floor, extending his arms in surrender. "Honey, please. Put it down. Heidi is not Rick. Rick is gone."
Reima was fixed on Heidi, her body quivering as she relived the last few moments, particularly when Rick's eyes burned from its sockets. She knew he was gone, but Heidi was not human. What was she? While Reima was distracted, Dean rushed in. So many things happened instantly and just like that, Dean Winchester was dead.