Trespass | By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: - n’t n’t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Trespass – Chapter 6.
Dutch tried unsuccessfully to block everything out. He didn’t want to hear those ugly voices laughing at him, at his anguish, saying dirty, nasty things; he didn’t want to see those twisted, perverted men; he didn’t want to see Vic held at gunpoint unable to help him, his face probably filled with the disgust and contempt he must feel when he looked at him, but most of all he didn’t want to feel. He didn’t want to feel the shame and humiliation that filled him, he didn’t want to feel the blood and God knows what else that was running down the insides of his thighs, and he definitely didn’t want to feel the pain, an agonizing, aching throb in his backside and lower abdomen. He wasdleddled on his side, curled up in a fetal position, his arms wrapped around his body as though if he didn’t hold himself in this enclosed position he’d fly apart, and if that happened it might be impossible for the pieces to be put back together again. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was trying to ignore the silent tears that leaked from them no matter how tightly he kept them closed, and he tried to ignore the trembling which had seized his entire body no matter how tightly he ed ied in on himself. He started, his heart fluttering and a whimper escaping from his mouth when a hand grabbed at his upper arm, and a sneering voice said,
"Get over here your not finished yet lover…my turn now."
Dutch pulled against that grip, fear and panic beginning to surge through him, adrenaline coursing through him. With a wordless cry he kicked out, yanking his arm away from that poisonous touch he frantically moved across the bed trying to put as much distance between himself and his attacker as he could, trying to escape when there was no escape.
"Oh no you don’t get away that easy!" Shouted the man as he lunged across the bed grabbing Dutch and punching him on the lower back at the same time.
New pain flared where the man’s fist had impacted just above Dutch’s right kidney, it’s intensity momentarily incapacitating him. Several more blows to the same area left him gasping trying not to vomit from the agony consuming him. Having lost his ability to fight back, his body just trying to get through the hurt which had been inflicted upon it, Dutch felt himself being pulled back towards his second rape.
The second man had handed his weapon over to the first attacker, who now guarded Vic who was still kneeling on the floor by the bed the gun pressed against the back of his head, just under his right ear. Dutch saw his face pale and haunted looking as he was positioned by his new attacker on his stomach near the edge of the bed. The man who was positioning him was naked from the waist down, as his friend had been before, that friend who was now fully dressed again grinning at him from behind Vic, his head down close to Vic’s whispering in his ear. Dutch could catch some of the things being whispered, the rapist telling Vic what it had been like, how much he’d enjoyed himself, how it had felt to force his way inside of Dutch’s body; asking Vic if he’d enjoyed watching it, if it had turned him on, asking him if he wanted a turn next. Then the man had glanced up looking into Dutch’s eyes smiling and had laughingly said to his friend,
"Come on man get on with your sloppy seconds I think the tough guy here might want a taste when you’re through."
"Shut up you sick prick. When this is over I’m going to find you and fucking kill you." Vic hissed his voice tight with fury.
"Keep your mouth shut and watch motherfucker, or I’ll forget that little deal we’ve got and just kill the pair of you when we’re done." The man threatened.
Dutch felt the his legs being forced apart as the second man knelt between them, he wanted to fight, to escape but he couldn’t move terror overwhelming him. His brain was screaming at him to get away but his body, his muscles wouldn’t obey, he had heard the phrase "frozen with fear" and now he knew how that felt. It was as if his mind and his body didn’t belong to each other anymore, neither cooperating with the other. He felt the man behind him reach under him, his arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him back, pulling his backside slightly up in the air. Then Dutch felt the weight of the other man as he draped himself over his back. This second entry was even more painful than the first, the torn and bruised tissues inside him flaring in pain at this second assault, the sick feeling of his own flesh ripping and tearing deep inside making Dutch feel dizzy. Dutch’s face was turned into the mattress and he screamed his distress deep into it. While the man raped him he could feel him racking his nails down his back, it felt as if he was being clawed by an animal. With each thrust the man grunted and dug his nails in, while Dutch, his voice finallreamreamed out, just whimpered and sobbed. It seemed like an eternity to Dutch before the rapist finally stilled for a moment and then emptied his filth deep inside of him with a sick cry of triumph. He felt the sweat soaked body above him rest on his back for a moment before it moved away, the air that moved over his skin chilling him to the bone. He felt he should move cover his shame somehow but he couldn’t, he had no energy left inside of him, all that was inside him now was dirty and corrupted.
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