Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

It was too late. Too late to second guess anything. The silence for that split second was bliss. His heavy breaths so clear, obvious that he'd gotten whatever it was he was so pissed off about finally out of his system. Great. That meant she could get out of there now. The slight thought that she actually would was another mistake. You're going to get it. Just like how you gave it, Cole Douglas. That was a promise. Of course she remembered his entire name now. It was etched into her mind just like it was etched against her body. Every scar, every cut, every bruise, ever punch. His rage burned onto her body. Her face ached, throbbed and pulsed in pain. Swollen, and beaten, shivering like a wet dog fresh from a bath. No matter how hard she tried to get her eyes wide enough to open to see their sick and probably terrified faces, there was nothing but pitch black. Swollen shut. Cole had done a fantastically sicken job of not killing her. Zai couldn't cry, not even peep to try for a scream. All there was blood -her blood, her body, his putrid cum and her flaming hatred and anger for him. For men. If she could have only gotten up and punched him, ripped his face off, gauge his eyes out, break all his bones- The more she thought, the less likely it was. If anything she just wished she could have screamed. At such a perfect moment when the music had taken a pause the DJ probably switching vinyls'. If her arms weren't near broken she would have gotten up and run. Like they would have let her make it to the door. Azairah listened carefully to their conversation, 'the plan,' through the overbearing ringing in her ears. Nude and cold yet he still found something else he needed to do. Wasn't brutally raping her e-fucking-nough? He'd already did the worst he could do WITHOUT killing her. Familiar hands grabbed violently at her face forcing her to part her lips. It was sad how she just didn't have it in her to scream anymore. How everything just seemed pointless. How she couldn't tell Cole to fuck off and let her go. How it was perfectly impossible for her to defend herself anymore. How he'd already done enough damage and didn't need to hurt her any further. Before she knew it there came a liquid into her mouth. Azairah, at first, thought he was urinating into her mouth so turning her head away was her first thought. But then came the slick alcoholic taste and his vigorous gripping once more. He was really trying to make it seem like she was drunk and had too much of a good time huh? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck the asshole. Fuck his friends. Fuck the party. That was it. Azairah was officially over it. Nearly choking, she managed to hold it in her mouth for a moment, tequila burning at her swollen, open lips. Zai managed to give a whimper, attempting to turn her head away. Useless, just like she was. Four against one, who you gonna believe? The words replayed continuously in her head. Banging against her skull, terrorizing her ears. Only anger fueled her at that point. She felt no pity, no sadness that something so violent happened to her. It was four against one. One against four pricks who though it was absolutely fine to let a woman get beaten and raped to near death. And in the end when it came down to it all she'd have it her way. She'd make sure of it. The story of what and how it happened was repeated. Not a soul in that room would ever dare say that truth of what went on that night but instead to be taken to the grave. The one by the door checked to see if all was clear. Of course it was. It was one of those nights where things like this always went in the favor of the one trying to get out of it. They lifted her dead-like body, feeling a warm rush to her face and head. Her heart raced. Zai didn't want anyone seeing her like this. It was embarrassing, degrading her pride that she held so tightly onto and there was nothing she could do about it other than letting them do it. Shit. Behind them a bottle breaking chimed the hall. Phase two of their plan. Against her back, unwillingly Zai felt the starting of the top stair against her back then a shoe against her side digging into her already broken rib to push her with just enough force. Azairah went head crashing against the steps one at a time, body tumbling and banging against the wall and wood railing down, down, down , the bottle following after. This was not how parties ended. A gasp! A scream! OH MY GOD IS SHE DEAD?! Who the fuck would do something like that...? CALL 9-1-1. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? Get her a jacket or something. Geez... Was she drunk?! Dunno. If anything she probably deserved it. I DON'T KNOW! She came down the stairs!! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHO DOES IT, JUST SOMEONE CALL 9-1- Why can't you be more like your sister? Why do you fuck up? All I asked for was for you to be a perfect child but you can't even give me that much. With Love, Your Mother. I hope you get raped. Because all you are is a bitch. And all you'll ever be is someones desperate, little bitch. Sincerely, Dad. Beep.... Beep.... Beep.... Beep- The nightmares, never ending, never no matter how hard she tried to wake herself. Terrorizing her for the last twenty years. Her eyes shot open- bloodshot and burning before quickly squinting at the bright flash of light that blinded her. The room spun as she blinked to try and focus. Whe- she began, though it came out as a raspy whisper. A woman approached in a blue scrub, checking her vital signs. Shh, sweetie, shh you're in the hospital... Try not to speak. Hospital..? It replayed then. The punches, the blood, the pain, his crazy, lunatic, angry glare as he-. Her breathing picked up, heaving deeply as there came a sudden rapid beeping. Elevating blood pressure. Are they- Honey you need to relax- ARE THEY HERE? Her throat tensed, sore and raw as jerked around the hospital bed, trying to pull herself up. A number of clear tubes scattered over her lap as she tried with weak arms to pull the white blanket over her away. No no one is here! It's just me and you honey! You're okay you're safe. They're going to hurt me... They're going to do it again. They're going to kill me! They almost killed me! A shriek of agony coursed through her as she ripped the oxygen tube from her nose and despite the amount of pain was in she screamed. She screamed as loud as she could to finally make up for when she couldn't. I NEED ASSISTANCE. NOW. I need to go. I NEED TO GO. LET ME GO. PLEASE. THEY WILL DO IT AGAIN. THEY DIDN'T CARE. I NEED TO MAKE A REPORT TO THE POLICE. Honey, WHO is going to hurt you?! You're at the hospital no one is allowed in here! Only the nurses in charge of you and the doctor! I need you to calm down, please! The door to the room came swinging open, the three of his friends coming in laughing, laughing at her. NO, STOP IT. GO AWAY. HE RAPED ME. HIS FRIENDS WATCHED. HELP ME. STAY AWAY FROM ME!! It was so clear, their faces, laughing... just laughing... 'Four against one Azairah. Who are they going to believe..?' They grabbed her arms and Cole rushed in, in a white doctor's jacket to hold down her flailing legs. That evil look on his face, approaching, approaching... Till Zai was pinned down no matter how bad she twisted her body around. Nothing hurt like the pain Cole Douglas had caused her. The nurse approached, pulling the plastic cap off of the needle, a syringe filled with a clear liquid SEDATE HER. QUICKLY. Doctor, the nurse said handing it to him. Hold her arm. Zai screamed before there came a tight pinch and she wailed. Tears spilling from her bruised, dark eyes. Why, she screamed. Why?! Don't touch- Why... Wh...- An invasion of chemicals rushed through her bloodstream, calming her. Like tranquilizing and animal. Beep... Beep.... Beep... Her body was relaxing but her mind chaos and angry. The tears yet had stopped, even after how many times the nurse had wiped her face. Is your name Azairah? Azairah Evelyn D'Amici? It wasn't like she could respond. What the fuck were they asking her questions for? All she could do was shoot the doctor a glance. She said she was raped. Said 'they' were coming for her, that they were going to kill her? Blood pressure dropping. Make sure her stitches haven't opened. Go ahead and call the Eden police, tell them to come in about two and a half hours. She should be able to speak again. Everything was a blur and everything that was pain began to fade. It was like the world was moving quickly but she stuck in slow motion. The anger. The never ending anger that fueled her came no where close to how relaxed her body was. Azairah just wanted to cry. Then cry some more. The gentle, warm touch of the nurses hand startled her, though her expression showed otherwise. Honey I'm sorry about all this but I can't have you making any sudden extreme movements. The was obvious now that a pulsing pain teared through her back. Her breathing slowed, eyes drooping, peaceful. Your shoulders were dislocated servery, almost broken. We had to stitch up all the open wounds. Ms, if there's anything serious going on in we can check you into one of the clinics affiliated with the hospital. Azairah looked up at her, almost offended. Never in such a long time had she genuinely hated people more than she had in that moment. The only way she'd find her justice was going to the police and hope that he's executed. Lethal injection if they would. D- Do I look... like... I.. I need... to go to a c-clinic..? she barked. The nurse struck in awe that she was still able to speak. I... am going to kill.. the b...-bastards who.. did this... Suddenly, her eyes felt heavier, body becoming to relaxed. There wasn't time to just have a nap and let it pass. Azairah was angry. Things needed to be settled quickly. I fuck-ing swear... to you... All four of them... she whispered. With those being her final words, her eyes closed- taking prisoner to the sedation. Rest was essential. She was safe... Safe for now.