Stop (Oneshot)
Title: Stop (Oneshot)
Pairing: TaeNy, Suntae
Rating: R (for... death?)
Genre: Angst/Pain/Suffering
Summary: Sunny is going psycho.
A/N: This is a little too brutal for my writing, wrote it a while back. Was really considering not to post it but, eh, you tell me if it was a mistake.
My previous fics can show that that I love these girls.^^
Sunny, stop it, don’t do this, she would yell, Sunny, the begging would come through the scarf over her mouth. It always sounded sweeter in Sunny’s ears when she closed her eyes and tensed her fingers like crocks. Taeyeon wiggled aggressively on the chair when the hand in her hair gripped hard and pulled backwards. There was a shirt on the floor, and a pair of shorts.
“I’m going to enjoy you, Taeyeon.” Sunny sat down on the girl’s fidgeting bare legs, her eyes piercing the girl’s neck. “Just like the rest.” Taeyeon’s thighs were blue and green at places. It stung when the weight came, she huffs and tenses her legs.
When Sunny goes crazy and smirks into Taeyeon’s exposed shoulder. She felt that maybe, maybe Taeyeon was getting aroused.
And that was just what Sunny wanted. Would no one have her, she would force them all to have her.
SUNNY, Taeyeon struggled, Please stop, Sunny pulled away from the girls shoulder and slapped the girl across the face. A hard, burning slap that could possibly wake someone up from a bad dream. The girl allowed her finger to pull at the scarf for her own amusement. And Taeyeon wasn’t dreaming.
“You can give in and enjoy what I give you, or you can end up like-“
“DON’T SAY HER NAME!“
“Tiffany?”
“YOU BITCH-” and the scream was silenced and rewarded with a punch in the ribs. Taeyeon accumulated blood in her mouth.
Tiffany was in a chair far away in the darkness of the rooms corner, which Taeyeon’s chair was painfully turned to. Quiet. She was tied, just like
Taeyeon. Her head hanging, letting her pulled hair fall down covering her face. But there was something even more un-Tiffany about her.
She had no pulse.
Sunny gripped Taeyeon’s ribs causing her to momentarily stop breathing.
The other members where in the room next to them. In the bedroom. In the kitchen. The door was half way open and Jessica’s lifeless arm was lying on the floor. Tracing it, the pale arm, it disappeared just before you saw the bruised face behind the wall.
Tiffany was soon to join them, Sunny just saved her for Taeyeon.
“How does it feel to watch the ones you love go through all of that for you? Kind of proud, right?” Sunny had so much hate, Taeyeon was shocked, there was love for her too but it was gone now. She didn’t know Sunny could be so mad. “If you didn’t love her so much, she would have died in a more pleasant way.”
She chuckles and Taeyeon still has her eyes closed, to remember her love. Tiffany. Before she felt another brutal pain struck her head.
Taeyeon watched franticly, she yelled, she screamed, she wobbled in her chair. Tiffany struggled to break free, and it was the wrong agreement. Taeyeon cried when Sunny removed the girl’s clothes. CLOSE YOUR EYES, Tiffany screamed while Sunny was violating her, she wish she could. But she still heard everything. And the ’I love you’ that was heard before Sunny got off the not so struggling girl anymore.