Atlas POV
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I was trying to untie the ropes even before I was fully conscious. I blinked a little, my mind still coming into focus, but my hands not leaving the ropes.
Practiced movements came easily, and as my fingers fiddled with the last couple of knots, I remembered what had happened. I breathed in sharply as Marco came into view, not daring to let anything show on my face. Fuck.
Marco’s eyes snapped towards me as he heard the rope drop to the floor, and a smirk spread across his face as he watched me try to get out of the chair.
I followed his every move as he walked over to me, and tilted my head to look at him. “So goddamn pretty.” He murmured, before smashing our lips together.
Trying to kick out at him, I bit his bottom lip harshly, and a string of curses followed. “Bitch. I’ll fucking show you.” He spat out, glaring at me. “I’ll fucking put you in your place you dirty whore.” He grinned suddenly, and my eyes narrowed, before he moved his hands towards my sides.
“Magnus told me a little of your story,” He muttered, and I glowered at him as he moved my shirt up my sides, throwing curses in my mind.
His eyes scanned over the scars, gleaming. “How pretty,” He mused. “I’d love to ruin this pretty little body of yours.” He purred, and my mind yelled.
My lips were sealed shut as I watched him remove his belt, and I continuously glared at him.
My mind screamed at me, and I tried to force my limbs to move, but to no avail. I bit done on my tongue, eventually drawing blood as I saw his pants fall, and my heartbeat quickened.
He sent me a casual shrug, eyes gleaming. “Now darling, why don’t we have some fun?” He whispered, and my limbs refused to move. Cool fingers wrapped around the waist of my pants, and then my boxers. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him wrap around me, before opening them when he didn’t move.
He thought for a bit, before mumbling something to himself. My eyes followed him as he turned around bringing out some more rope, and a syringe. “Close your eyes Atlas,” He murmured, and I glared at him as I felt the syringe push into my arm, before I wriggled my fingers.
Holy shit. Wriggled my fingers? It must have been an antidote to whatever that drug was. I could move now.
He must have seen the look in my eyes, barely noticeable from the glare, but he smirked. “Don’t worry darling. I’m not letting you got that easily. I just need someone to help me, too.” He grinned, and tried to move upwards, before the rope looped around my torso.
Ah. Fuck. He sent me a smug glint, before wrapping his fingers around me again. My breath hitched. “Now darling-” He moved my hand over to him, and the rope restricted any movement as I tried to resist.
He moved my fingers up and down my length, and I tried to forget the image of him throwing his head back. “Just- just like that Atlas,” He groaned, and I sent him a glare.
“And, before you think of doing anything-” His eyes narrowed. “Your little boyfriend Cyrus is going to be in here next week. If you do anything- he’ll get it.” A string of moans fell out of his mouth as he used my fingers to pump his length.
I shivered as his fingers began to move up and down me, biting my lip.
Fuck. Fuck. This- I couldn’t let this happen to Cyrus- but- Mags. He said- no.
Screw that. I was going to beat this man into a fucking pulp and shove his head on a stake.
I bit my tongue to hold in my voice as he hands ran over me, and I averted my eyes as mine ran over his.
Right. All I needed to do was distract him. I glared at him as he moaned loudly, and he chuckled. “What? You’re so fucking pretty Atlas.” He purred, and I clenched my teeth as his fingers moved faster up and down me, disgusted with the pleasure that was now pooling in my stomach.
This wasn’t fucking right. I wasn’t enjoying this. My body shouldn’t fucking like this. “Atlas- if you even try to escape. I promise I’ll fuck Cyrus in front of you,” He let out, before a string of moans followed.
My eyes widened a little at the words. What now. What fucking now. Here I was, being fucking used. And I couldn’t do anything. I closed my eyes as images of my father flashed in my head. This was almost worse. Watching Cyrus would be the fucking end of the world.
My mind was blank. I couldn’t just stay here. He was going to go too far if I stayed. But- but if I left- then- he’d. Cyrus.
My mind raced over possibilities, and I pushed the sight of Marco out of my head, drawing my mind away from what was happening.
Alright. Either way, it didn’t matter what I did. He would end up with Cyrus anyway. That was proved by the smug glint in his eye. He knew I wouldn’t do anything. Not with Cyrus at stake. But if Cyrus was at stake anyways-
I bit down on my tongue, hard. Scraping my teeth over my tongue, warm blood filled my mouth. I didn’t gag at the feeling. All I needed to do was distract him. I moved around a little, and my eyes opened to see Marco smirk.
“Darling, you can come whenever you need,” He groaned, and I closed my eyes. His hand loosened a little on mine as he was close, and I took the opportunity. Unhooking one of my hand under the rope, I dragged it away from my body, now just half lying there. I shifted around again, trying to let the rope cover my torso a little, otherwise he’d notice.
I narrowed my eyes, before throwing my head back, the uncomfortable feeling of blood trickling down my throat welcomed. Marco had a smug gleam in his eye as he watched, before moaning a little. “I knew you’d enjoy this too,” He panted, and I felt him shudder a little, about to release.
I felt myself begin to cough, and I clenched my jaw, before forcing my head forward. The movement was enough. Holy fuck. I felt my breath hitch as warm blood poured out of my mouth, all over Marco. Marco’s eyes were closed, and he grinned.
“Didn’t think you’d enjoy this that much slut.” He moaned, before I felt him shiver again.
My eyes widened by the fraction of an inch as I moved my leg a little, before freezing. Marco let out a loud moan, and I gagged as I felt him release, and automatically moved my fist. It flew threw the air, and Marco’s eyes barely opened before blood trickled down the side of his face. His eyes flickered down to the blood drowning his body.
“You fucking bitch!” He yelled, moving to grab the sides of my face. I sent him a glare, before moving up my leg to kick him in the stomach. He went flying backwards, and I moved over to him, mind racing.
I didn’t think as I heard him yell out, as I saw blood cover my vision. My senses seemed heightened as I straddled him, forcing my fists down, over and over, his chest becoming mangled, and his face barely a remain of what it used to look like.
I blinked a little as I looked down at him, seeing his struggling arms stop moving. I- Magnus’s words rang clear.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. What now. I panted heavily, wiping some of the blood off my face, before standing up. And collapsing on the ground.
I swallowed as I pushed myself up with the wall, feeling my crotch ache, and I didn’t dare look at it. I glanced around the room, seeing a small camera in the corner. I gasped a little as I moved over, my dick feeling uncomfortable, before prying the camera off the wall. Done. Evidence.
I dragged myself out of the room, finding my coat discarded at the door, before sitting on the ground in the living room, breathing slowly. My head swam, and I blinked a little, processing what had just happened.
I wiped the water pooling in my eyes, shaking off any kind of fear or hate still running through me. I had a blank face on, not daring to let myself feel the emotions drawn out.
My head snapped to the door as I heard it open, and I leaned my head back on a table, tightening my coat a little more around my bloodied body.
My eyes widened a little as I saw Magnus’s eyes, his doing the same. “Fuck- Atlas – what the fuck? What happened? Where’s Marco?”
I didn’t answer the questions. Just handed him the tape from the camera.
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A/N
ahh sorry for leaving you guys on a cliff hanger for so long T-T
tysm for reading though 🙂
stay safe,
Kasumi <3
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