"After the Fall"
Part 1
by Rose and Beryll
- Dom's POV -
I can feel the dirt and grit working its way into the cuts all over my chest; into the gash I can feel bleeding damp warmth onto my cold cheeks.
I wonder at how my blood can still be warm considering the temperature outside and for a minute I remember what hot sun and warm nights felt like before… then the tears come.
Even after all theses years tears escape me as he pushes his fist deeper into me body, cold rings scrapping against the soft muscle. My tears are cold, unable to stay warm after the sun has set behind the darkened sky. He pulls my wrist further back forcing me to sit up and drive him further into my body. I can feel the bones in my wrist crush against each other as he squeezes and I let out a scream.
“You forgot my pretty,” he whispers into my ear, the deceivingly gentle Scottish lilt grating against my senses. He traps my arm behind me between our tightly pressed bodies and ends the forbidden noise by cutting off my air circulation. Tightening my collar until I begin to choke.
My breathing is fast, shallow and ragged, tears streaming now as I bite so hard on my lip to stop any further noise that the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth.
I just want the evening to end; I can see Hugh being restrained in the corner as The Boss breaks the fingers on his right hand for his fun. The sounds, the brittle snap of each finger, like dry twigs in The Bosses hands permeates through even the overwhelming pain that racks each inch of my body and it is that that breaks my heart.
All those years ago I swore to look after him, to protect him and yet here and now I have to sit and watch them break him. His hold on my collar hasn’t lessoned and my lungs feel cold as I try to force air into them, my vision blurring and starting to go black. My arm has gone numb, pulled back behind me. I can feel is his hand deep inside me as the last sharp snap from Hugh's finger echoes loud in my mind. He hasn’t made a sound. Silence.
Then laughter fills my head. It is not laughter as it should be; it is a mockery, a sham. Showing truly that hope in this world is in vain. The darkness has twisted even the purity of laughter and it leaves you empty and lost.
His hold on my collar is released and as he pulls out of me air rushes to fill my lungs once more. To give me the life I would have long ago destroyed if they didn’t have Hugh.
I still cannot see clearly but I can feel them leave, feel the room empty. Only when I am sure they are gone do I dare move for fear it is a trick. That he is waiting for me to break his rules, that he will punish Hugh for my mistake. They are gone, for now, though they will come again when the sun has set on tomorrow’s dark day. They will come then, because for them it is playtime.
I crawl, slowly for my hand is still numb, towards the sounds finally escaping my light, my hope, my lover in the dark. I can see him even when I can see nothing else and I reach him. Touching his cold skin and holding his sobbing, shaking form to me.
“I’ve got you, like I promised, I’m here…”
“They hurt you…” his harsh and broken whisper through dry throat and cracked lips. So beautiful to me for his survival.
“I’m ok. Not hurt. Not hurt when I’ve got you.” I whisper into my lover’s ear, like every night since they got us.
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