Page 3 of Creed

He shakes his head vehemently, his own silent plea to not give in, but another thrust of unwanted fingers inside of me feels more like a punch to my most sensitive area and it’s more than I can bear.

I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out.

My captor tuts. “You can do better than that.” He aims the gun at the head of the man tied up across from me and cocks the gun again.

I open my mouth to scream again, but it’s nothing more than a whisper. FUCK. I slowly drop my voice lower and lower until sound begins to register and the silence is filled with the one sound I swore I’d never make again.

I scream.

But it’s not for him.

I scream for me.

I scream for every motherfucker who ever put their hands on me.

I scream for the men I’ll leave behind, for the man I love, and the freedom I’ve just given him.

A sick sense of victory washes over me because I fucking did it.

“Oh, fuck yes, there’s that beautiful sound,” My captor groans and all at once his hand leaves me and I whimper, and with that same hand he unbuckles his pants and pulls his dick from the waistband of his underwear and in two hard jerks, he comes with a harsh growl. Hot, sticky ropes of cum land all over me, from my face to my thighs. Marking me. Tainting me.

His face looks more relaxed by the time he tucks himself away and it fuels my desire to end his fucking life if I ever escape from these shackles.

My temporary relief from the end of his assault is replaced with panic when I notice the gun is still aimed at him.

“Wait,” I panic, yanking hard on my restraints, but not feeling the pain of it in my numb extremities. “Y-you said you’d f-f-free h-him.” My words are broken as they leave my lips, but my body is losing its fight and trying to shut down to dissociate from reality, to try to heal itself.

“Hm,” He hums, looking at his spend and rubs it into my skin, making me dry heave at the acrid smell of his release clinging to my body. He ignores my struggles and tuts, “I did say that, didn’t I?”

He steps away from me and toward him.

Relief from his assault ending never has a chance to take hold because in an instant, my captor raises the gun and aims it back at the man I’ve come to love more than life itself. His beautiful face is blocked from my view by the monster of my nightmares. Harsh, short breaths saw in and out of my lungs as black creeps into my vision and I fight to stay awake, to stay in reality. I try to beg him to let him go, but nothing comes out when I open my mouth. My throat, now raw and abused from being able to scream for the first time since I was a child.

His sobs and mine mix together and echo throughout this small prison cell of a room, meanwhile the captor laughs in the face of his betrayal.

“Collins listen to me baby,” He whimpers and hiccups through his tears, his voice carrying over the psycho’s laughter as he taunts my reason for breathing with his gun. “I love you?—”

“I hate you,” I croak quietly.

“I know. But I’ll love you enough for the both of us.”

The familiar words nearly stop my heart altogether, knowing their true meaning. Then, even in the face of death, my man starts to sing. It’s haunted and broken, but the words of the song that he and his best friend wrote for me settle over my heart like a balm for my shattered soul.

“This is just fucking sad.” Our captor’s taunting voice cuts through the sorrow that has flooded the room. He looks at him, and laughs, the sound so chilling it wraps around my body like ice. “I did promise my little girl that I’d free you. So I will.” He presses the gun to my fellow captive’s temple and a sob escapes his lips. His eyes are trained on mine, trying to tell me everything and nothing all at once. “Collins, say goodbye.” He says coldly as presses the gun harder into his forehead.

No, no, no! Please, God, don’t take him away from me. From us.

Please, please, please, let him live.

He deserves to live.

I try again and again to plead for his life, until my voice finally cracks through.

“No, please—” But my second scream is cut off when the room explodes with a loud BANG!

Blood sprays the wall and I cry out, his name the last thing on my lips before my world erupts then fades to black.

The Past

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