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In the Echoes of Silence A Quest for Redemption	By : Erinlindsay97 Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Crossovers Views: 42 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago PD or it's characters, just the plot and my OCS.

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Trigger warning: rape, drugs
Author's note: This is my first time writing in 1st person please let me know how I did and I might do more in 1st person thank you for reading and do not forget to leave a review, any respectful advice is welcomed.
( First P.O.V) Justin's P.O.V
Bound to the chair in the room, I listened as he promised to ambush Erin outside. Knowing her, he was right; she'd rush in upon learning of my capture.
The door creaked open, halting my futile attempts to free my wrists. My heart sank as Erin entered with Henley in tow. Her gaze swept over me, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. But instead of approaching, she turned towards the bed.
Frowning, I watched her settle in. "Erin, don't give in," I pleaded silently. My eyes fell upon the syringe in Henley's hand, causing my head to spin with fury.
Erin had overcome drug addiction before, but memories of my father's words haunted me—after Nadia's death, she had relapsed for months, blaming herself for the tragedy. Yet, she had eventually found the strength to pull away from that path again.
Desperation surged through me as this vile creature attempted to coerce my girlfriend back into drug addiction. Determined to break free, I strained against my restraints.
"Remove your shirt!" Henley barked at Erin. My gaze shot up, witnessing her trembling as she slipped off her shirt, a whimper escaping her. "Erin!" I hissed, hoping to catch her attention. Her hazel eyes met mine, expressing her reluctance.
"I'm sorry, Justin, but I must," Erin whispered. Henley's laughter echoed through the room. "That's right, Justin, she's an adult," he sneered.
"Silence, and allow me to proceed with Erin," Henley snapped, glaring at me as he sat on the bed next to her. Erin's body shook, her gaze fixed on the needle.
I fought against my bindings, but they held me firm. "Erin, don't," I begged, my voice an urgent plea. However, her resolve was wavering. "I must," she said sorrowfully, tears threatening to spill.
"No, you don't." I said, looking into her beautiful eyes. I knew she was scared and trying to do the right thing, but I would be fine. Henley could do whatever he wanted to me, but not to Erin. The woman had suffered enough in her life.
Erin had endured abuse from her mother, Bunny, who used her for her own needs and neglected her. Bunny's boyfriends also took advantage of Erin when she was a child.
Then, there was Charlie, an older man who forced her to be with him, introduced her to drugs, and involved her in illegal activities.
It could have been much worse if my father hadn't taken her in at age 16. Who knows what would have happened to Erin if it weren't for him. She could have been dead.
I never knew about Erin's sister, but it sounded like Jamie had made her own choices when she left Chicago with Charlie.
"I have to, Justin." Erin repeated, her voice strained as Henley injected her with the drug. "If I don't, he'll hurt you." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she closed her eyes.
I shook my head vehemently. "I don't care what he does to me, Erin," I said, struggling against my restraints. "This is killing me inside, more than anything Henley could do."
"Silence!" Henley barked at me, his voice dripping with venom. "And stop moving!" he demanded, releasing Erin and approaching me.
Henley seized my chin, forcing me to face him. "Shut up!" he hissed, a cruel grin spreading across his lips. "Consider yourself lucky that I'm allowing you to witness this." He chuckled at the look of horror on my face.
"You mean, you're forcing me to watch you torture Erin?" I snapped, my blue eyes blazing with defiance. "I'd rather gouge my own eyes out than watch you lay a finger on her.
Henley let out a mocking laugh and slapped me hard. "Well, tough luck. And don't worry, you'll have a video to remind you of a slut that she is.”
( Erin's P.O.V)
As Henley approached Justin after injecting me with an unknown drug, I sensed its sinister purpose: to control and subdue me.
"Henley, stop!" I implored, witnessing him strike Justin repeatedly. "You promised to leave him alone if I complied."
Enraged, the man who had previously violated me advanced. A cruel chuckle escaped his lips as he backhanded me across the face, sending me sprawling onto the bed. A strange sensation enveloped my body, clouding my thoughts.
Henley retrieved a camera and aimed its lens at me. "The show is about to start," he declared, his voice dripping with malice as he approached.
As I pushed myself up on my elbows, I noticed Henley picking something up as he passed the dresser. I opened my mouth to inquire what it was.
"These are from your car," Henley grinned, grabbing my neck and forcing me back against the bed frame. My head struck the headboard as he raised my arms above my head and handcuffed my hands to the frame.
Justin's voice reached me, pleading with Henley to stop and leave me alone. "Don't touch her!" he shouted, his voice breaking with emotion. As Henley pressed his lips against my neck, his hands gripped my breasts, squeezing them painfully.
"Don't worry, you'll enjoy everything I do to you," Henley whispered in my ear. "I gave you a triple dose of the drug." He smirked as I opened my mouth to protest, but only a moan escaped my lips.
Henley smirked. "And it looks like it's working," he said, lowering my body as his fingers undid my bra. "Erin, don't let him do this! Fight it!" Justin begged. I glanced at him, my eyes meeting his blue ones. "I have to. I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Yeah, Justin," Henley mocked as his lips found my nipple, my bra now off. "Shut up and watch me fuck your gorgeous girlfriend." He licked and bit my breast. "And maybe I'll be generous and let you have a turn with her." He laughed at the horror on Justin's face. "I would never force myself on her!" Justin protested.
Sweat beaded on my skin as Henley's fingers slid into my jeans and yanked them down. "Ready for some fun, baby?" he asked, looking into my eyes while he roughly sucked my nipple. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
I didn't want to succumb, but I knew the drugs were making it difficult. Even without the drugs, if it meant shielding Justin from further harm, I'd endure it until we found an escape.
My thoughts drifted to Voight, hoping he'd uncover the trap. I left a clue for Antonio, hoping it would aid in our rescue.
In the letter, I omitted specifics but hinted at our predicament, implying their naivety in believing everything was well.
Shaking my head, I opened my eyes to find Henley's mouth against me. I attempted to resist but desisted, knowing Justin's well-being depended on my compliance.
Groans escaped my lips as Henley thrust his tongue into my womanhood, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. I could hear Justin's voice pleading with me to resist, but I knew I had no choice. I'd rather endure Henley's abuse than witness Justin's death.
Henley's laughter echoed against my parted lips as he licked and sucked my clitoris, his teeth tugging at it. I fought back tears of pain, closing my eyes and imagining Justin's presence instead.
"Ready for my cock?" Henley inquired, moving back and hovering over me. I opened my eyes and glared at him as he stood before me.
I opened my mouth to protest, determined not to let him defile me further. "No!" I cried, my voice laced with desperation.
Henley let out a sinister chuckle. "What? You don't want my cock in your mouth?" he jeered, shoving it into my open mouth and thrusting it in and out. "Too bad. Remember, if you resist, you'll watch your lover die right before your eyes.”
My head bobbed in acknowledgment of Henley's demand as he plunged his manhood deeper into my throat. "Yes, swallow it down," he growled, his grip tightening on my hair. His gaze strayed to Justin, who looked as if he longed to be anywhere but in that room.
When Henley retracted his organ, I couldn't suppress a cough. My hazel eyes followed him as he repositioned himself atop me, his lips pressing against mine.
"No!" Justin bellowed, his voice thick with desperation. I glanced at my lover, my heart crumbling as I met his gaze filled with disgust. But it was directed not at me but at Henley.
Henley chuckled, dismissing Justin's protest. He aligned his manhood with my womanhood, and despite knowing I should resist, my willpower was gone. Sweat beaded on my skin, and my breath grew shallow.
With a harsh thrust, Henley penetrated me, his laughter resonating through the room as he thrust in and out. His hands tightened around my throat, constricting my airway as he continued his assault.
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