Adam | By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 1482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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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 E
Adam lay huddled under the covers lying precariously on the edge of the huge bed as far away from the sleeping man on the other side of the bed as he could get without actually being on the floor, and wishing he could slip out of the bed and find a safe corner to squeeze himself into. He lay as still and quiet as he could afraid of disturbing Taylor. Afraid that if the other man woke up he might want to do "that" again. Not that Adam thought what had happened to him was going to be a one off event, his stomach roiled at the thought that this was his life now. "You’ll get used to it" Taylor had whispered in his ear as he’d wiped away Adam’s tears with his long, cool fingers. Sadly Adam knew that Taylor was probably right, no doubt given time he would get used to it. Human beings were marvelously adaptable when it came to survival after all. But he just couldn’t bare the thought of going through that again, not so soon after this first time.
To pass the time and mostly to try and occupy his mind Adam stared at the wallpaper and made mountain ranges and desert islands from its swirls and splashes of colour. Taylor had allowed him to keep a small lamp lit so that at least he wasn’t in the dark. However, when Adam thought of how he’d had to pay for that concession – on his knees with Taylor’s bitter taste on his tongue making him gag – he wondered if maybe the price had been too high.
He moved slightly and carefully so he was lying more on his front trying to ease the painful throbbing in his backside. There hadn’t really been much blood. He guessed the "poppers" that Taylor had shoved under his nose holding on tightly to the back of his neck, bending his head forward and instructing him to "sniff…breathe it right in. It’ll make this easier." At that point Adam was desperate for anything to make what was being done to him a little easier so he’d done as he was told. He’d sniffed the vapour from the small, brown bottle Taylor had held and had immediately felt his head spin as he was consumed by an overwhelming head rush. His heart had been hammering so hard and fast in his chest that it had felt as if it were slamming into his rib cage and everything had been spinning so that he’d felt dizzy and disorientated.
It had still hurt though. The pain sharp and bright and tearing. Burning through him making him cry out and struggle, making Taylor grasp his hips even harder. But the drug had done what it was designed to do. It had relaxed his muscles against his will. It had made Taylor’s invasion of his body easier. Adam wondered briefly if he’d feel better if there was more blood. If he’d been ripped and torn apart. Perhaps he could’ve salved his conscience with a pool of blood instead of the small trickle there had been that had swirled away in a pink spiral fading down the plug hole as he’d stood shivering and sobbing in the shower afterwards.
The lack of blood, the lack of serious injury, and the sharp biting pain that had flared and then faded to a dull aching throb – Adam resented them all. He felt cheated in an odd way. This had been the worst thing he’d ever experienced, it had left his very soul sullied and beyond redemption. He should’ve endured torment. There should be blood spattered on the walls. He should be howling and screaming out his agony. The stillness, the quiet, the dull ache were all just – wrong.
Adam shivered, the midnight blue silk pyjamas that Taylor had given him to wear after his shower, saying that they matched his eyes, didn’t do much to keep him warm. And Adam had noticed that even the shower, which had been as hot as he could stand, hadn’t managed to warm him either. He didn’t think he’d ever be warm again.
As he shivered the silken material flowed over his skin like liquid and made him think of hands and lips and a tongue marking his flesh. There were bruises and scratches and bite marks on his body, he knew that because he’d glimpsed them in the full length mirror before he’d turned away repulsed by the pathetic shivering creature he’d seen reflected there. But those marks were just physical though and would fade over time, although Adam was sure there would be plenty of others to take their place before too long. It was the unseen marks burnt into him by caresses and licks and kisses that hurt the most. Marks that weren’t visible but he knew they were there nonetheless. He could feel them cold and putrid on his skin marking him forever as Taylor’s whore.
As he felt Taylor beginning to stir on the other side of the bed Adam froze and squeezing his eyes shut he pretended to be asleep. He hoped his ruse would work, but as he felt the other man moving towards him sure that he was reaching out for him, he seriously doubted it. He just hoped he wouldn’t fly apart at the first touch of those long, cool fingers that could grip and pinch and scratch or burn soft caresses into his flesh.
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