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Disclaimer: - I don’t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Adam Fourth Interlude Part D
Once in the other room and finding himself confronted with the sight of a smiling Taylor standing beside what could possibly be one of the biggest beds that Adam had ever seen in his entire life it was then that Adam found his step faltering. The implication of the reason he’d been brought here, which he’d studiously been suppressing ever since Taylor had released him from his prison earlier that day was making itself known. Adam tried to swallow past the lump in his throat, but suddenly found his mouth as dry as the Sahara desert.
Taylor’s eyes never left his face and his smile only got wider as he noted Adam’s growing discomfort. Reaching out with one hand he said,
"Come here Adam."
Adam looked from Taylor’s smiling face and down to his extended hand and back up to his face again and instead took a measured step back away from the other man. Suddenly some of the alcoholic haze began to lift and Adam could feel himself beginning to sober up. He actually wished he wasn’t becoming more sober because right then he thought some more alcoholic numbing might be just what he needed. But the pleasant buzz he’d been feeling just minutes before was definitely dissipating under the crushing reality of his situation.
Taylor hadn’t moved and was still standing by the bed with one hand extended in invitation. Adam knew that all his fear, all his confusion and indecision was showing on his face, and he was aware of Taylor watching it all being played out there. Bizarrely it seemed to Adam that the more skittish and unsure he became the wider Taylor’s smile seemed to get until he was showing so many teeth that he reminded Adam of a crocodile. Finally Taylor spoke again,
"It’s your decision Adam. Either you come here and we start to get to know each other better or…"
Here Taylor stopped leaving the unspoken, but very real, threat hanging in the air.
He had said it was Adam’s decision but what could he do? He felt that whatever choice he made he was damned. He could see from Taylor’s pleased expression that he knew it too. Taylor knew that he had him trapped with no escape. Adam’s mind had been frantically searching for something, some kind of plan, to extract himself from this horrible dilemma, but there was nothing and he knew it. He shivered as he felt an icy tingle of dread circulate through his blood. He thought of his earlier vow to do anything to survive, anything not to have to return to the dark cell, and he took the inner voice that was screaming "NO" at him so loudly that he was surprised that Taylor couldn’t hear it, he took that voice and shut it away in the deepest recesses of his mind. He knew that to survive, that to live out in the light, he couldn’t listen to that voice anymore. He couldn’t be the person that voice belonged to anymore. He was Adam now, and he had to be only Adam from now on.
He was still surprised though at the sheer will power it took for him to get his legs to move him forward towards Taylor.
It seemed to take an eternity to walk across the room, but for Adam it could never take long enough. Still he found himself standing silently in front of Taylor, and even though his survival instinct was screaming at him to be compliant, to take Taylor’s outstretched hand in his own hand Adam just couldn’t make himself do it. It was a massive relief for him when Taylor silently acknowledged that this was a step too far for Adam yet and dropped it back down by his side. Adam didn’t expect that he would get many more concessions from the other man though.
Taylor merely watched Adam for a moment and even though Adam was aware he was trembling and even though this made him feel weak he couldn’t help himself. His fear and dread were escalating by the second. When Taylor spoke again it was in a quiet, controlled voice, but in the commanding tone of someone who was used to getting his own way and expected to be obeyed.
"This is going to happen Adam and it’s up to you if it’s going to be easy or hard on you. I don’t mind either way, but know this I want you and I’m going to take you." Here he paused for a moment to let Adam digest what he’d said, Adam supposed, but then he continued, "Now how is this going to be? Do you want it to be easy and maybe even pleasurable for you or do you want it to be…difficult and painful?"
Adam was speechless. What was he supposed to say? How did Taylor expect him to react? How could he meekly volunteer himself for his own…? Here his train of thought came to a screeching halt. Jesus, he couldn’t even think the word. He couldn’t even acknowledge the truth of what was about to happen to him to himself so how could he just let it happen? "It" why use a stupid euphemism when he knew perfectly well what was going to happen to him. He knew it in graphic, technicolour details and images. All that was uncertain it seemed was the exact process Taylor had planned for him. After all how much was he supposed to participate in his own brutalization? Ah, still hiding behind those euphemisms, he thought to himself bitterly. Would he be made to do things as well as have things done to him? Would there be restraints used, and if there were would that make it somehow easier on his conscience? Yeah, after all if he was tied up he could try and convince himself that he couldn’t help what happened to him. He could try to convince himself that he couldn’t fight back. He could try to convince himself that he wasn’t a total coward. Because he knew what answer he was going to give Taylor. He knew which of the Faustian choices he was going to pick.
Yet even so that word stuck in his throat. It was such a little word too. Just two little syllables but it felt as if it were choking him. Taylor was patient though, not hurrying him, just standing there watching and waiting for him to damn himself. Eventually Adam managed to stutter out one word,
"E…easy."
He was giving the other man permission to rape him and he felt the final small shreds of any dignity he once had shatter into a million pieces and disappear.
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