Wretchedly Divine (Gasping for Air)
Chapter 17: Where the Hell Am I?
Warning!!! Includes a rape scene. Read at your own risk.
My head was throbbing, my throat was dry, and I was in a bed, a comfortable bed.
Shit, this was bad. I was either captured by an enemy, or to the point of hallucination. Well if I was willing to consider the possibility of a hallucination I wasn’t hallucinating, so this was real, I was in enemy territory. I kept my breathing even and waited patiently for someone to show themselves.
“I know you’re awake, Ashley.” A semi-familiar voice spoke.
I said nothing, just laid still.
“Ashley, don’t be silly.” There was a creaking and I assumed the owner of the voice stood. I cursed the world as I realized that I recognized this voice. This was the man whose face I had cut up with my nails, the one who didn’t feel pain for some reason.
“Silly? I’m only being cautious.” I said, opening my eye so I could look at the person that was my captor.
“I see,” he smirked at me, with glinting brown eyes, and I made no move to retaliate the gesture. As far as I was concerned this guy was dangerous. Sure enough, his face had healing scars from my nails, this was the guy.
“I didn’t catch your name.” I said emotionlessly as I watched him come closer to the bed.
“I didn’t give it to you.” He smirked a little bit more deviously. “Would you like it?”
“That depends, are you a friend or foe? If you’re a foe I could care less.”
“I’m a friend, hopefully. Well, I’m a friend if you cooperate.” He grinned and knelt down by the bed.
“What do you need me to do?” I asked cautiously, knowing that this couldn’t possibly be anything good.
“You don’t have to do anything, I just need some information, but you know what, first let’s get you some water, I bet you’re thirsty.” He said, standing and holding his hand out to me. I took it cautiously and he smiled in a way that was meant to look kind, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I was in for it. I could feel it in my bones.
I could barely stand, I was still weak from dehydration and lack of sustenance, I was hit by a wave of vertigo and I clutched my head, but he didn’t pay that any mind.
“Come on, I’ll let you meet the rest of the Rebels while you’re out here, and if you cooperate you can get to know them better.” He tugged my along gently as we made our way through a maze of hall ways before coming into a large cafeteria like structure. If I had to guess I’d say this building used to be a school. Knowing the things that The Prophet had told me I knew that there was no way this was the base of the Wild Ones. It was much too nice. I knew then that I couldn’t trust these people, or anything they said. I was in the middle of enemy terrirtory, and I was convinced I’d never make it out, but I’d try my damnedest, just like I had with F.E.A.R. it was going to be harder in this case, I was sure, but there was nothing they could do to make me believe that they would do something good with whatever information they wanted from me.
I felt a niggling in the back of my mind, a thought that refused to see exact light. I knew what they wanted to know about, what they would ask about, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Oh, here, I think you’ll be excited to see Jacob again.” The blond man said with a tone that was meant to be excitable and encouraging, but I was the ultimate liar. I knew they he was putting an act on. My pulse started racing at the mention of Jacob. No, they couldn’t have him too. Were they torturing him for information?
No, they weren’t he wouldn’t know what they wanted to know. They wanted to know about…
The Prophet!
I felt the comfort and peace envelope me as what would have been his presence, if he was still alive (which he wasn’t!). I didn’t say anything, rather I let the person, whoever they were, watch, and hopefully help me out of this tight spot. If these were the bad guys, which I was sure they were, I’d need all the help I could get.
We walked into a slightly smaller room with a bed in it, and sitting on the bed was Jacob, my Jacob. In a flash he was up off the bed and taking me into his arms, hugging me like he hadn’t abandoned me without a second thought six months ago.
“Ashley, you’re alive!” He said with relief in his tone. “Please, just tell him what he wants to know.” He whispered in my ear, and I felt myself tense.
“I can’t do that Jacob.” I whispered softly against his neck. “I just can’t do that.”
He pulled away and looked regretfully at me.
“Then I’m sorry, Ashley, but I have no choice.” He grabbed me by my hair and forced me onto the bed.
“She doesn’t even know what I want to know yet, Jacob, stay calm.” The blond said, coming closer to us. Jacob still held me by the hair, and had a hint of regret in his eyes. I felt the comforting presence become angry, as we both realized what was going to happen if I didn’t cooperate. I was about to be raped… and probably tortured…
“What do you want to know?” I asked the blond, completely ignoring Jacob. My scalp was throbbing, even though he wasn’t pulling my hair anymore. I knew that the lack of water was contributing to the amount of pain I was feeling. I couldn’t tolerate anything, even the light that was streaming in through the window hurt. I looked at the window out of the corner of my eye. It was too high to get to easily, and too small to climb out of anyway. I could also see a mirror out of the corner of my other eye, a large mirror that I assumed was a one way, meant for them to be able to observe me, but for me not to see them.
The blond came closer and looked at me with soft eyes that begged to be trusted, but I thought differently. “I want you to tell me everything you know about The Prophet, and the Wild Ones.”
“Not happening.” I said through gritted teeth as Jacob pulled harder on my hair.
“Alright then, Jacob, you know what to do.” The blond man said before walking out of the room. I was sure that he was watching through the observation window though, absolutely positive.
~~~~~Rape Scene Ahead, Read At Your Own Risk~~~~~~ “I trusted you once.” I told him as he pushed my head down onto the bed.
“I loved you once.” He countered, and I laughed.
“I never loved you. Who could love someone who tried to kill them? Even before that I always knew you were no good, that you were weak, that you would follow anyone who wasn’t F.E.A.R. just because they weren’t F.E.A.R. I was devastated to find out you’d poisoned me, but every feeling after that was a lie. I couldn’t stand you.” I growled at him as I kicked at him. He was trying to take my pants off, and he’d likely succeed as weak as I was and as great as the pain in my limbs were, but I wouldn’t let him do so without a fight.
“Stop it Ashtin, the more angry I am the more I’m going to make it hurt.” He growled at me at me in return and I laughed.
“You’re weak and spineless nothing you could ever do would hurt me.” The presence in the back of my mind was cautioning me against antagonizing him, but I didn’t care. “I’ve always been the stronger of the two of us. Even your friends thought I was the man in our relationship.” I laughed coldly and he gritted his teeth, finally tearing my cargo pants from my body.
“We’ll see who’s stronger now!” He yelled at me as he slapped my face. My head fell to the side and I could feel the blood pounding in the spot where he had hit me. He gripped my thighs hard enough to leave bruises and make me want to cry out in pain, but I didn’t, not willing to give him the satisfaction.
“You always thought you were better than me, well look who’s on top now bitch!” He growled as he pushed my underwear aside and slammed himself inside me.
I screamed and he started laughing. I gritted my teeth against the pain. I’d been so caught up in insulting him I hadn’t even noticed when he unzipped his pants, but obviously he did. I tried to fight back, but I was too weak. I could feel the blood dripping down my legs, and I screamed.
“You aren’t so tough now, are you!? He yelled at me, and I growled in response.
“Only cowards rape.” I said through gritted teeth.
It was one of the last things I got out before the pain was too much to think through. I could feel my blood pounding everywhere and there was so much pain. Pain in my limbs, pain in my face pain… there…
“Considering I’m not the one screaming like a bitch I’d beg to differ.”
I couldn’t reply, I was too focused on not screaming my head off. I wanted to scream, and maybe bust his ear drums, but it hurt my throat too much to scream.
Prophet. I called out to the person in my head as I started to black out. Save me.
My head was throbbing, my throat was dry, and I was in a bed, a comfortable bed.
Shit, this was bad. I was either captured by an enemy, or to the point of hallucination. Well if I was willing to consider the possibility of a hallucination I wasn’t hallucinating, so this was real, I was in enemy territory. I kept my breathing even and waited patiently for someone to show themselves.
“I know you’re awake, Ashley.” A semi-familiar voice spoke.
I said nothing, just laid still.
“Ashley, don’t be silly.” There was a creaking and I assumed the owner of the voice stood. I cursed the world as I realized that I recognized this voice. This was the man whose face I had cut up with my nails, the one who didn’t feel pain for some reason.
“Silly? I’m only being cautious.” I said, opening my eye so I could look at the person that was my captor.
“I see,” he smirked at me, with glinting brown eyes, and I made no move to retaliate the gesture. As far as I was concerned this guy was dangerous. Sure enough, his face had healing scars from my nails, this was the guy.
“I didn’t catch your name.” I said emotionlessly as I watched him come closer to the bed.
“I didn’t give it to you.” He smirked a little bit more deviously. “Would you like it?”
“That depends, are you a friend or foe? If you’re a foe I could care less.”
“I’m a friend, hopefully. Well, I’m a friend if you cooperate.” He grinned and knelt down by the bed.
“What do you need me to do?” I asked cautiously, knowing that this couldn’t possibly be anything good.
“You don’t have to do anything, I just need some information, but you know what, first let’s get you some water, I bet you’re thirsty.” He said, standing and holding his hand out to me. I took it cautiously and he smiled in a way that was meant to look kind, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I was in for it. I could feel it in my bones.
I could barely stand, I was still weak from dehydration and lack of sustenance, I was hit by a wave of vertigo and I clutched my head, but he didn’t pay that any mind.
“Come on, I’ll let you meet the rest of the Rebels while you’re out here, and if you cooperate you can get to know them better.” He tugged my along gently as we made our way through a maze of hall ways before coming into a large cafeteria like structure. If I had to guess I’d say this building used to be a school. Knowing the things that The Prophet had told me I knew that there was no way this was the base of the Wild Ones. It was much too nice. I knew then that I couldn’t trust these people, or anything they said. I was in the middle of enemy terrirtory, and I was convinced I’d never make it out, but I’d try my damnedest, just like I had with F.E.A.R. it was going to be harder in this case, I was sure, but there was nothing they could do to make me believe that they would do something good with whatever information they wanted from me.
I felt a niggling in the back of my mind, a thought that refused to see exact light. I knew what they wanted to know about, what they would ask about, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Oh, here, I think you’ll be excited to see Jacob again.” The blond man said with a tone that was meant to be excitable and encouraging, but I was the ultimate liar. I knew they he was putting an act on. My pulse started racing at the mention of Jacob. No, they couldn’t have him too. Were they torturing him for information?
No, they weren’t he wouldn’t know what they wanted to know. They wanted to know about…
The Prophet!
I felt the comfort and peace envelope me as what would have been his presence, if he was still alive (which he wasn’t!). I didn’t say anything, rather I let the person, whoever they were, watch, and hopefully help me out of this tight spot. If these were the bad guys, which I was sure they were, I’d need all the help I could get.
We walked into a slightly smaller room with a bed in it, and sitting on the bed was Jacob, my Jacob. In a flash he was up off the bed and taking me into his arms, hugging me like he hadn’t abandoned me without a second thought six months ago.
“Ashley, you’re alive!” He said with relief in his tone. “Please, just tell him what he wants to know.” He whispered in my ear, and I felt myself tense.
“I can’t do that Jacob.” I whispered softly against his neck. “I just can’t do that.”
He pulled away and looked regretfully at me.
“Then I’m sorry, Ashley, but I have no choice.” He grabbed me by my hair and forced me onto the bed.
“She doesn’t even know what I want to know yet, Jacob, stay calm.” The blond said, coming closer to us. Jacob still held me by the hair, and had a hint of regret in his eyes. I felt the comforting presence become angry, as we both realized what was going to happen if I didn’t cooperate. I was about to be raped… and probably tortured…
“What do you want to know?” I asked the blond, completely ignoring Jacob. My scalp was throbbing, even though he wasn’t pulling my hair anymore. I knew that the lack of water was contributing to the amount of pain I was feeling. I couldn’t tolerate anything, even the light that was streaming in through the window hurt. I looked at the window out of the corner of my eye. It was too high to get to easily, and too small to climb out of anyway. I could also see a mirror out of the corner of my other eye, a large mirror that I assumed was a one way, meant for them to be able to observe me, but for me not to see them.
The blond came closer and looked at me with soft eyes that begged to be trusted, but I thought differently. “I want you to tell me everything you know about The Prophet, and the Wild Ones.”
“Not happening.” I said through gritted teeth as Jacob pulled harder on my hair.
“Alright then, Jacob, you know what to do.” The blond man said before walking out of the room. I was sure that he was watching through the observation window though, absolutely positive.
~~~~~Rape Scene Ahead, Read At Your Own Risk~~~~~~ “I trusted you once.” I told him as he pushed my head down onto the bed.
“I loved you once.” He countered, and I laughed.
“I never loved you. Who could love someone who tried to kill them? Even before that I always knew you were no good, that you were weak, that you would follow anyone who wasn’t F.E.A.R. just because they weren’t F.E.A.R. I was devastated to find out you’d poisoned me, but every feeling after that was a lie. I couldn’t stand you.” I growled at him as I kicked at him. He was trying to take my pants off, and he’d likely succeed as weak as I was and as great as the pain in my limbs were, but I wouldn’t let him do so without a fight.
“Stop it Ashtin, the more angry I am the more I’m going to make it hurt.” He growled at me at me in return and I laughed.
“You’re weak and spineless nothing you could ever do would hurt me.” The presence in the back of my mind was cautioning me against antagonizing him, but I didn’t care. “I’ve always been the stronger of the two of us. Even your friends thought I was the man in our relationship.” I laughed coldly and he gritted his teeth, finally tearing my cargo pants from my body.
“We’ll see who’s stronger now!” He yelled at me as he slapped my face. My head fell to the side and I could feel the blood pounding in the spot where he had hit me. He gripped my thighs hard enough to leave bruises and make me want to cry out in pain, but I didn’t, not willing to give him the satisfaction.
“You always thought you were better than me, well look who’s on top now bitch!” He growled as he pushed my underwear aside and slammed himself inside me.
I screamed and he started laughing. I gritted my teeth against the pain. I’d been so caught up in insulting him I hadn’t even noticed when he unzipped his pants, but obviously he did. I tried to fight back, but I was too weak. I could feel the blood dripping down my legs, and I screamed.
“You aren’t so tough now, are you!? He yelled at me, and I growled in response.
“Only cowards rape.” I said through gritted teeth.
It was one of the last things I got out before the pain was too much to think through. I could feel my blood pounding everywhere and there was so much pain. Pain in my limbs, pain in my face pain… there…
“Considering I’m not the one screaming like a bitch I’d beg to differ.”
I couldn’t reply, I was too focused on not screaming my head off. I wanted to scream, and maybe bust his ear drums, but it hurt my throat too much to scream.
Prophet. I called out to the person in my head as I started to black out. Save me.
Notes
Alright, well, Ashtin is in trouble, and I hated to do that, I really really did, but I couldn't have had it happen any other way and have Andy still be extremely Angry, the next chapter is Andy's POV and if you skipped the rape it'll have a description of what was happening, but not the actual rape, like dialoug and stuff, it isn't a particularly detailed rape scene, but rape is rape. I hope you remember the previously mentioned Jacob, because he's going to play a very significant role in the story, and I know I still haven't introduced that guy properly, I'm sorry, I'll try and do it in the next chapter, and hopefully the next Ashtin POV will have his monologue, which I think is freaking great, and very villany. Also, why can't he feel pain?
Well I don't know when you'll find that out but you will.
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9/23/14