Prompt Post #7
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Kurt pulled out of Blaine's street, reluctantly leaving his beautiful boyfriend behind. He flipped on the radio and hummed absentmindedly along with the top forty music, smiling. He was content, driving leisurely onto the main road.
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Sebastian's pants held his ankles together, a dead weight sitting on the backs of his thighs. Silent tears blurred his vision and his legs ached. Laughter surrounded him.
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“Made a wrong turn once or twice. Dug my way out, blood and fire. Bad decisions, that's alright. Welcome to my silly life,” he sang, smiling at Pink's scruffy voice. He turned on his left turn signal.
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“Ugly, worthless, disgusting, faggot,” one man threw at him, kicking his side to emphasize each insult. Another clawed his back. Someone else forced a finger inside with minimal lube and preparation and he felt something tear and it burned burned burned like the damn fires of hell.
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“Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood. Miss 'No way, it's all good'. It didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing. Underestimated, look I'm still around.” He glanced unseeingly into the lightly brightened road set out before him.
It was a bit of a stretch before he got into downtown Westerville, which would then lead straight into Lima, but he didn't mind the forty minute drive. It gave him time to think and just be alone.
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'Those words are right', Sebastian couldn't help thinking, tears coming harder and faster as he tried to get away from the pain of having three fingers inside of his entrance without being given time to adjust. It hurt- it hurt so so so much. 'I'm all of those things- worthless ugly disgusting gross perverted faggot. I'm unnatural.'
“You like that, don't 'cha, fairy?” one gruff voice asked, roughly thrusting inside of him. “Just what you want right? I bet you're one of those sickos with the rape fantasy- I know you are. All homos have those fucked up minds. You're disgusting.” He spit onto Sebastian's back where his shirt had ridden up in all of the jostling.
Even after everything he'd already gone through, being spat upon broke him. It was the icing on top of making him feel absolutely worthless.
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“Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel like you're less- than less than perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you are perfect to me.”
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And you should definitely be curious. A large part of the story centers around the fact that the man knew Sebastian's name. Just keep reading and you shall find out!
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The contrast of Kurt's scenario and Sebastiab's scenario... simply amazing. I'm sure you planned it that way. There's Kurt having a wonderful romantic evening while Sebastian is being beaten and assaulted then left alone, broken in the street Incredibly cruel and heart-wrenching scenario... and you making him a virgin, all the more cruel and terrible. I love Sebastian, one of my top favs on the show... but at least in my headcanon, Seb is a big talker and manipulative as all hell, but it's because he's just very insecure and hiding a dark personal life. (and if we're talking headcanon lol... I also imagine him as bi just cause I love him and Santana together. you need to write a dark/angsty Sebtana fic lol!)
I absolutely cannot wait for more! And to hopefully find out more about who the bastard is that did this to Sebastian and how he knows him. Love thar your fills are always long and epic!
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And I totally agree with the whole bi thing. I tried not shipping Sebtana because I love Brittana so much but I couldn't stop. So much sexual chemistry between them during Smooth Criminal!!!
More hopefully soon. :D Thank you again!
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There just needs to be dark, angsty, hurt/comfort for that pairing... something like this fic, only with Santana in Kurt's place. Don't get me wrong, I abdolutly love that it's Kurt in this story, because the moral dilemma on Kurt's part is amazing.
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You've grabbed my interest for the story with not only the mystery of who the guy was, but also how Kurt's going to react and how this will psychologically effect Sebastian.
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Glad I could get you interested. Thank you so very much for reading and commenting so kindly. :) <3
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Suddenly, the object was shoved inside of him, causing him to give a muffled yell; pain shot through his body, making him spasm. Hoots of laughter filled the darkness and he felt so embarrassed.
Your first time was supposed to be special, right? This was such a far cry from special that it hurt thinking about the fact that a horrible, homophobic drunk just too his virginity with his friends standing around, watching. Then again, what had he done in his life to deserve a special first time- a special anything for that matter?
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“You're so mean when you talk about yourself- you were wrong. Change the voices in your head make them like you instead,” Kurt sang, smiling around the words, imagining Blaine sitting beside him, echoing with his nice, boyish voice.
Another mile or two and he'd be in the midst of Downtown Westerville.
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Once the man had had his fun, the rapist duct taped his hands together behind his back along with his legs. Panic surged through Sebastian at being completely incapable of any movement aside from a slight wiggle that only shamed him further.
“Keep this in mind, fag- hopefully, this will teach you a good enough lesson,” one man spat threateningly before him and all of the rest took off in the direction that had come, leaving him completely helpless and cold.
He closed his eyes, shivering violently, hoping that he'd wake up soon and it would all be just one horrible nightmare- but the pain Wasn't. Going. Away. He ached. Everything hurt and he felt like crying again but he was reminded of not getting oxygen and felt like having a panic attack because he was laying on the side of a deserted road in the middle of the night with his pants around his ankles and duct tape leaving him immobile and unable to speak.
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Finally, Kurt entered the downtown area which was surprisingly vacant, he thought, but then he realized it was thirty-five minutes til eleven at night and he snorted. No one in their right mind would be out this late- nothing was open aside from bars and clubs (which there were very few of nearby, anyways) and the occasional late-night corner store. He sped up his car, enjoying the freedom of an empty road. One car fled past him, racing in the opposite direction at a speed that yelled “Catch me if you can, coppers”.
“So complicated, look happy, you’ll make it. Filled with so much hatred- such a tired game. It’s enough, I’ve done all i can think of, chased down all my demons, seen you do the same,” he hummed, just barely singing the words, flipping his headlights on a setting brighter at the sight of a curious lump laying on the sidewalk a little ways up the road.
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Bright red light seeped through his eyelids, making him flinch even though he wasn't actually seeing it- he still felt the ache of the too-bright light against his night-adjusted eyes. He prayed that the car would pass him by, that the driver wouldn't give him a glance, far too humiliated to even think about gaining help. He knew he was bleeding and, without care, he might bleed out, but he felt shamed enough without the added insult to injury that a stranger finding him would cause.
He didn't need help anyways- maybe he would die from blood loss and not have to suffer the painful, emotional trauma he was sure to endure come the next chapter of his life. He didn't want to go through that again. He'd never been... sexually assaulted before, but he'd gone through enough emotional abuse to be thoroughly traumatized; years of therapy had helped, and he didn't want to suffer through millions of hours, talking about his feelings and suffering though painfully realistic flashbacks. Again.
Then, much to his horror, the car squealed to an immediate stop.
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(btw...you might want to add warnings and triggers in your subject line...i know the mods have screened some comments in the past for not having them and i really want to keep reading this fill.)
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And I was very much going to go back and do that once I realized I hadn't- but, when I tried to edit it, it wouldn't let me so now it's kind of stuck without a trigger warning... but I'll be sure to add them to the next subject lines! Thank you for pointing that out!
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