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Fight to the Death
If I Told You My Secret, Would You Swear To Keep It?
I was frozen for exactly 8 seconds. 8 seconds... It took the creep that long to rest his hands harshly onto my hips. Although that was only after running the palms of his hands up my legs as slowly as possible. That action alone used a whole 7 of those seconds up.
I'm not great in these situations from the word go and he wasn't exactly helping me any. I was beyond extremely terrified at the moment. That much is certain. This very “thing” has happened so many times before (well not particularly like this but you get what I mean) and every single time I've been unable to move and I've never even tried to fight back... Well okay so I have tried before, once. Though it only resulted in my being even more hurt and I just became that much more afraid so you get the point.
This time, unlike all the others, however, I refused to let someone do whatever they please. Being more specific, let him do what he pleases...
As he put his thumbs in between my bare skin and the cloth of my underwear I screamed as loudly as I possibly could, before I kicked him where I probably shouldn't have but hey, he deserved it right? He seemed the asshole dickhead fucker type so, I really don't even feel less than a millimeter sorry. He lunged forward and the next thing I new I was on the cement floor screaming further, like bloody murder while punching him with my still tied wrists. The one didn't even hurt right now, anymore. I punched and fought against him like a lunatic.
He still managed to overpower me though. He proceeded further in slipping off his jeans, holding me down roughly with one of his hands. I worked frantically to get the ties off so I could get him off of me but with him holding my wrists together it was much harder than it would seem to be. From what it should have been. He was about to try and pull my underwear down to my knees again when the door burst open with a huge bang. The man smirked at me before punching me in the face and stomach quickly, making me whimper in the pain that shot through my ribcage. I hadn't expected that at all, and he knew it. He stood up with a sort of swagger in his movements.
It was then, when he turned his back to me, that I kicked the back of the guys knees with each of my own feet. He tumbled to the ground as Shadows' face replaced the other man's. Shadows smiled sadistically, towering over the guy, his feet just mere inched from his face.
I watched and whimpered, as he pulled the guy to his feet by his shirt collar, hissing something in his ear that I couldn't quite comprehend. Mr. Baker appeared directly in front of me afterward, knelt down to my side. He reached out to touch me, however I involuntarily flinched when he suddenly was close to touching my face. Damn me, why would I flinch away from him of all people. He hasn't done nothing to me! Plus this guy out of every single other one, seems the nicest...especially the man yet to be named.
“Sorry” I whispered trying to sit up by my elbows. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me, at least I had no reason to believe he would as of now. Mr. Baker put his hand behind my back to help me sit up and for that I was grateful. Quietly, I watched as he carefully undid the rope and chains that were tied tightly and messily around my wrists. When the noises in the background finally clicked in my mind, then and only then did I look up at the other two men in the small room. Shadows was beating the fuck out of that jackass guy, just like I had to him(Shadows) at one time... a few nights ago. Well, he was already past that. The guy was on the ground and I watched, wincing, as sickening cracks echoed throughout the room many times over and over again.
I started crying for no reason whatsoever as I watched the fight. Mr. Baker grabbed me and pulled me towards him as I buried my face into his chest and my breath immediately became ragged. I felt like my lungs were collapsing and I could barely breathe any air in. “Shhhh it's okay....Calm down.” he cooed into my ear. What he didn't know is that I could hear the fear in his voice, causing me to do the exact opposite. I was panicking, badly. Something that I've never, ever have done before. I cant understand why I was all of a sudden now. Unpleasant noises kept making their creepy/ terrifying sounds in my mind over and over again as I watched Shadows punch the guy into pieces.
“Zacky go get the Director and the guys.” I was assuming it was Shadows talking but wasn't 100% sure. He would be the only logical person to be speaking though, you know? 'Zacky? What the-' I thought only to myself.
“Bu-”
“Please. Zacky. Just go I'm going to try and calm her down some.” Shadows said calmly and with virtually no emotion whatsoever. It was still quiet and almost whispered though, in a way. “I'm going to take her over to the house and get her clothes, meet me there after.”
I felt someone lift me up and I started screaming and flailing my body only seeing the blood all over the other person. That same blood staining my skin now as well.
That was also before I realized it was just Shadows who was attempting to carry me. I was in between the two of them, in 4 arms instead of 2. I stopped screaming and kicking, going almost entirely limp as I was lifted completely out of Mr. Bakers arms and up into the air. I wrapped my forearms around Shadow's neck, still panicking as he rocked me slightly back and forth like a baby, whispering in my ear. Usually I would be annoyed and snap at someone for treating me like this but it was the furthest from my mind. Another thing would be to not trust the guy, but now I felt safe and that was a feeling I very rarely felt around another person in general.
“Calm down, oh God please fucking calm down.” He pleaded, I did actually calm down some... until I took in the blood all over the other guys body and how it was seeping out from him forming a big puddle on the floor next to him.
“Blaire, Blaire look at me okay.” I reluctantly did with tears still streaming from my eyes.“Don't take your eyes from my face okay. I'm going to take you to get some clothes from my room alright...clam down please.” He pleaded.
I watched the spot between his neck and jaw bone as he carried me to wherever he was going, never taking my eyes off of him except for when I blinked. Slowly I began calming down, and by the time I was sat down on a bed I was only sniffling. I wiped my eyes and cheeks with the palm of my hand as I looked down embarrassed, I was in only my bra and underwear. I blushed when I saw Shadows in the corner of my eye.
'Well, glad that's over' I thought rolling my eyes at myself. What the hell is wrong with me? Within a few days I go completely spazzo on people and beat them to a bloody pulp without a second thought, and then have a complete and total emotional breakdown, in the form of a panic attack.
'I NEED OUT!!' I thought
I looked up as Shadows walked towards me and handed me a plain white shirt and a pair of shorts. The clothes were huge on me but I shrugged it off. I also did the same to the drying blood that was on my skin, now it was a majority flaky instead of wet and sorta slimy in a way.
“You alright now?” He asked setting in front of me on the floor semi between my knees. I nodded
“I'm sorry.”
“Nah, its alright. That fucker shouldn't have done that to you...he just-” He said angerly before trailing off. I noticed he cleaned himself up, the blood seemed to be gone for the most part now unlike before. “You should be the last person who is sorry Blaire.” I looked down at my wrists where the once bright white bandage, now had brown dried blood around it. I frowned as silence engulfed us.
“Why do you fight at the club Shadows?” I asked the one question that has bugged me since I got here. He sighed as I glanced up at him and looked at his hands a few minutes.
“How bout this... if I tell you... You'll tell me why you do.”
“You're not gonna lie?” I asked mostly to myself. How do I know he's telling the truth...and should I after? Tell the truth that is? He'll never truly know..
“If I tell you the secret, you have to swear to keep it...”
I'm not great in these situations from the word go and he wasn't exactly helping me any. I was beyond extremely terrified at the moment. That much is certain. This very “thing” has happened so many times before (well not particularly like this but you get what I mean) and every single time I've been unable to move and I've never even tried to fight back... Well okay so I have tried before, once. Though it only resulted in my being even more hurt and I just became that much more afraid so you get the point.
This time, unlike all the others, however, I refused to let someone do whatever they please. Being more specific, let him do what he pleases...
As he put his thumbs in between my bare skin and the cloth of my underwear I screamed as loudly as I possibly could, before I kicked him where I probably shouldn't have but hey, he deserved it right? He seemed the asshole dickhead fucker type so, I really don't even feel less than a millimeter sorry. He lunged forward and the next thing I new I was on the cement floor screaming further, like bloody murder while punching him with my still tied wrists. The one didn't even hurt right now, anymore. I punched and fought against him like a lunatic.
He still managed to overpower me though. He proceeded further in slipping off his jeans, holding me down roughly with one of his hands. I worked frantically to get the ties off so I could get him off of me but with him holding my wrists together it was much harder than it would seem to be. From what it should have been. He was about to try and pull my underwear down to my knees again when the door burst open with a huge bang. The man smirked at me before punching me in the face and stomach quickly, making me whimper in the pain that shot through my ribcage. I hadn't expected that at all, and he knew it. He stood up with a sort of swagger in his movements.
It was then, when he turned his back to me, that I kicked the back of the guys knees with each of my own feet. He tumbled to the ground as Shadows' face replaced the other man's. Shadows smiled sadistically, towering over the guy, his feet just mere inched from his face.
I watched and whimpered, as he pulled the guy to his feet by his shirt collar, hissing something in his ear that I couldn't quite comprehend. Mr. Baker appeared directly in front of me afterward, knelt down to my side. He reached out to touch me, however I involuntarily flinched when he suddenly was close to touching my face. Damn me, why would I flinch away from him of all people. He hasn't done nothing to me! Plus this guy out of every single other one, seems the nicest...especially the man yet to be named.
“Sorry” I whispered trying to sit up by my elbows. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me, at least I had no reason to believe he would as of now. Mr. Baker put his hand behind my back to help me sit up and for that I was grateful. Quietly, I watched as he carefully undid the rope and chains that were tied tightly and messily around my wrists. When the noises in the background finally clicked in my mind, then and only then did I look up at the other two men in the small room. Shadows was beating the fuck out of that jackass guy, just like I had to him(Shadows) at one time... a few nights ago. Well, he was already past that. The guy was on the ground and I watched, wincing, as sickening cracks echoed throughout the room many times over and over again.
I started crying for no reason whatsoever as I watched the fight. Mr. Baker grabbed me and pulled me towards him as I buried my face into his chest and my breath immediately became ragged. I felt like my lungs were collapsing and I could barely breathe any air in. “Shhhh it's okay....Calm down.” he cooed into my ear. What he didn't know is that I could hear the fear in his voice, causing me to do the exact opposite. I was panicking, badly. Something that I've never, ever have done before. I cant understand why I was all of a sudden now. Unpleasant noises kept making their creepy/ terrifying sounds in my mind over and over again as I watched Shadows punch the guy into pieces.
“Zacky go get the Director and the guys.” I was assuming it was Shadows talking but wasn't 100% sure. He would be the only logical person to be speaking though, you know? 'Zacky? What the-' I thought only to myself.
“Bu-”
“Please. Zacky. Just go I'm going to try and calm her down some.” Shadows said calmly and with virtually no emotion whatsoever. It was still quiet and almost whispered though, in a way. “I'm going to take her over to the house and get her clothes, meet me there after.”
I felt someone lift me up and I started screaming and flailing my body only seeing the blood all over the other person. That same blood staining my skin now as well.
That was also before I realized it was just Shadows who was attempting to carry me. I was in between the two of them, in 4 arms instead of 2. I stopped screaming and kicking, going almost entirely limp as I was lifted completely out of Mr. Bakers arms and up into the air. I wrapped my forearms around Shadow's neck, still panicking as he rocked me slightly back and forth like a baby, whispering in my ear. Usually I would be annoyed and snap at someone for treating me like this but it was the furthest from my mind. Another thing would be to not trust the guy, but now I felt safe and that was a feeling I very rarely felt around another person in general.
“Calm down, oh God please fucking calm down.” He pleaded, I did actually calm down some... until I took in the blood all over the other guys body and how it was seeping out from him forming a big puddle on the floor next to him.
“Blaire, Blaire look at me okay.” I reluctantly did with tears still streaming from my eyes.“Don't take your eyes from my face okay. I'm going to take you to get some clothes from my room alright...clam down please.” He pleaded.
I watched the spot between his neck and jaw bone as he carried me to wherever he was going, never taking my eyes off of him except for when I blinked. Slowly I began calming down, and by the time I was sat down on a bed I was only sniffling. I wiped my eyes and cheeks with the palm of my hand as I looked down embarrassed, I was in only my bra and underwear. I blushed when I saw Shadows in the corner of my eye.
'Well, glad that's over' I thought rolling my eyes at myself. What the hell is wrong with me? Within a few days I go completely spazzo on people and beat them to a bloody pulp without a second thought, and then have a complete and total emotional breakdown, in the form of a panic attack.
'I NEED OUT!!' I thought
I looked up as Shadows walked towards me and handed me a plain white shirt and a pair of shorts. The clothes were huge on me but I shrugged it off. I also did the same to the drying blood that was on my skin, now it was a majority flaky instead of wet and sorta slimy in a way.
“You alright now?” He asked setting in front of me on the floor semi between my knees. I nodded
“I'm sorry.”
“Nah, its alright. That fucker shouldn't have done that to you...he just-” He said angerly before trailing off. I noticed he cleaned himself up, the blood seemed to be gone for the most part now unlike before. “You should be the last person who is sorry Blaire.” I looked down at my wrists where the once bright white bandage, now had brown dried blood around it. I frowned as silence engulfed us.
“Why do you fight at the club Shadows?” I asked the one question that has bugged me since I got here. He sighed as I glanced up at him and looked at his hands a few minutes.
“How bout this... if I tell you... You'll tell me why you do.”
“You're not gonna lie?” I asked mostly to myself. How do I know he's telling the truth...and should I after? Tell the truth that is? He'll never truly know..
“If I tell you the secret, you have to swear to keep it...”