The Sixth Wild One

The Dreamer


"What do you want from me?" I asked supreme.

"It's quite simple you see." He started and crouched down to my height. "I want your land and people. Your Wild Ones, need their precious, little, naive, Dreamer. They'll come here to see you dead, then I kill them. And I'll take my land and people back." He gave me a sneering smile.

"My friends will kill you before you even have a chance."

"You think so? You have only a few hundred people following and fighting for you." He grabbed a hold of my chin, forcing me to look into his black eyes. "I have thousands that bow down to me. Your nothing but worthless scum that gets in my way." He pushed me away and I hit my head against the hard wood floor. "I could kill you now, but that'll ruin all the fun we're going to have." He smirked.

He undid the chains from my wrists and lifted me off the ground before pinning them behind my back. He pushed me out the door, humming something random as I screamed and tried to escape from his very tight grip. He then pushed me into a room and locked the door behind him. I was then pushed down onto the silk covered bed. He pinned my wrists above my head before placing a knee between my very exposed thighs.

"Stop!" I screamed at him as he was literally ripping our clothes off of our bodies.

He didn't. I was screaming for help between my sobs. But help never came.

"ANDY!" I screamed as I felt him push into me.

"Andy?" He asked as he pounded into me. "Is that a birth name for one of the Wild Ones?" I squirmed. "So he is apart of the Legendary Six." He slamed into me. "Is it the Deviant?" He did it again, but I remained still with only tears and small hickips escaping. "How about the Mourner? Hmm?" Once again, he slammed into me, but I did nothing. "How about... the Prophet?" And again.

I did squirm that time. That just blew everything.

"So the Prophet isn't as holy as everyone thinks he is!" Supreme laughed as he came into me and pulled out. "The Prophet is just a pewny little human" he continued to laugh. "That must mean the rest of you are pewny humans too!"

I managed to pull my wrists out of his death grip. Next thing I knew, his hands were around my neck.

"Now hold up Dreamer. I don't think it's time for you to leave just yet."

He gripped tighter and I started to feel my wind pipe close up. He finally let go of my neck just as I was about to loose consciousness. I choked to gain my breath again. I couldn't move either.

"You are just fantastic in bed. You make me feel a hundred years young again. But one thing we neet to break you out of habbit is all that talking. Luckily, I have the perfect methods to help you."

He took my wrists again and pushed me through the halls. I felt so disgusted as people in cells watched me being personally escorted by the supreme ruller of F.E.A.R. itself, naked. He finally stopped and let go of my arms with only one hand. He snapped his fingers and two shadows appeared.

"You. Hang her my way. And you. Go grab my favorite toy." He said.

The shadow on the left dissapeared and the shadow on the right took my wrists, and lifted my arms up, tieing them together with rope. He threw the rope over a pipe. He tied the rope in a knot at the pipe and the second shadow reappeared.

"Now, I'm going to show you what happens here when we disobay the rules." Supreme said.

That was when Insaw that he was holding a leather whip. Fuck. I saw his draw his arm back and a sharp sting on my back shot through me like electricity. That whent on for who the fuck knows how long. I was out of breath, and I can feel my skin pealing from the impact. Supreme and the shadows left without abother word.

I had lost it all. Will the guys ever find and save me? That's all I want. But nore importantly, I want to be able to see and hear and touch Andy one more time. I don't want to live in this hell hole for the rest of my life. All Supreme has done was rape and hurt me. I want to go home with my Wild Ones and my Legion.

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