Drabble: Imprisonment
Title: Imprisonment
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Michael finds himself in circumstances beyond his control.
Warning: There is some non-graphic rape.
Disclaimer: Fiction.
Word Count: 457
Author’s Notes: Special shout-out to clarkangel and aspenfallen. You two both own my soul. Also, major thanks to pixie_wings_xo for being my test audience these days.
Darkness was a smothering cloak over the entire room, as if depreciating the horror that was unfolding within. Michael’s eyes searched about blindly for any sign of help, unseeing both in the physical opacity surrounding him and his own state of frantic numbness. Every one of his senses was simultaneously paralyzed and all too aware. Reason screamed for him to run away, to escape against all odds, but as if held back by some invisible force, he felt himself completely restrained and kept in this state of torture.
Agony shot through Michael’s every nerve, attacking and blistering each muscle, his heart rapidly racing as blood hurtled through his veins at breakneck speed in reaction to this violation. Each rough thrust into his body brought about another vehement jolt of pain, the ache increasing substantially time after time. It felt so utterly surreal, how he was being so violently raped in this nothingness, no physical barriers around for his unseen attacker to be bracing them against to provide this wholly force. Johns screamed and yelled desperately without end to no avail as the blood-curdling noises went unheard.
Somewhere from deep within the bottomless abyss, he could faintly hear his name being called. Holding on despairingly onto this sound, Michael found himself in a hopeless attempt to reach towards its source, the voice’s comfort and familiarity guiding him as the unforgiving assaults only accelerated and worsened, as his body was ravaged and torn apart by the shattering anguish, his soul impossibly tarnished, his world crashing down around him-
“Michael!” David’s startled voice brought the older man hurtling back to consciousness, sitting up abruptly in one rigid motion. The expatriate was panting raggedly in fear from the horrific nightmare, his heartbeat still threatening to put him in cardiac arrest. His entire body now shook violently, partly in panic and partly from cold; the thick layer of sweat covering his bare skin was now quickly cooling. “I…I was dreaming that someone…that I was being raped…and I couldn’t…”
Seeing his lover’s state of alarm, the rocker shifted both their bodies on the bed, pulling Michael partly on top of him. David protectively wrapped both his arms around the other’s bare chest, reassuringly pressing his face against his friend’s, using his half-naked body to warm him. Cook gently ran his fingers through his lover’s sweat-streaked hair, shushing him with calming noises. He continued to comfort Mike in this way until he could feel the other man’s breathing return to normal and his pulse regulate.
A thought occurred to David as he thought over Michael’s nightmare. Pressing his lips to the Aussie’s ear, a hint of smugness laced his tone as he spoke.
“Mike, I told you not to read Incarcerate right before bedtime.”
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Michael finds himself in circumstances beyond his control.
Warning: There is some non-graphic rape.
Disclaimer: Fiction.
Word Count: 457
Author’s Notes: Special shout-out to clarkangel and aspenfallen. You two both own my soul. Also, major thanks to pixie_wings_xo for being my test audience these days.
Darkness was a smothering cloak over the entire room, as if depreciating the horror that was unfolding within. Michael’s eyes searched about blindly for any sign of help, unseeing both in the physical opacity surrounding him and his own state of frantic numbness. Every one of his senses was simultaneously paralyzed and all too aware. Reason screamed for him to run away, to escape against all odds, but as if held back by some invisible force, he felt himself completely restrained and kept in this state of torture.
Agony shot through Michael’s every nerve, attacking and blistering each muscle, his heart rapidly racing as blood hurtled through his veins at breakneck speed in reaction to this violation. Each rough thrust into his body brought about another vehement jolt of pain, the ache increasing substantially time after time. It felt so utterly surreal, how he was being so violently raped in this nothingness, no physical barriers around for his unseen attacker to be bracing them against to provide this wholly force. Johns screamed and yelled desperately without end to no avail as the blood-curdling noises went unheard.
Somewhere from deep within the bottomless abyss, he could faintly hear his name being called. Holding on despairingly onto this sound, Michael found himself in a hopeless attempt to reach towards its source, the voice’s comfort and familiarity guiding him as the unforgiving assaults only accelerated and worsened, as his body was ravaged and torn apart by the shattering anguish, his soul impossibly tarnished, his world crashing down around him-
“Michael!” David’s startled voice brought the older man hurtling back to consciousness, sitting up abruptly in one rigid motion. The expatriate was panting raggedly in fear from the horrific nightmare, his heartbeat still threatening to put him in cardiac arrest. His entire body now shook violently, partly in panic and partly from cold; the thick layer of sweat covering his bare skin was now quickly cooling. “I…I was dreaming that someone…that I was being raped…and I couldn’t…”
Seeing his lover’s state of alarm, the rocker shifted both their bodies on the bed, pulling Michael partly on top of him. David protectively wrapped both his arms around the other’s bare chest, reassuringly pressing his face against his friend’s, using his half-naked body to warm him. Cook gently ran his fingers through his lover’s sweat-streaked hair, shushing him with calming noises. He continued to comfort Mike in this way until he could feel the other man’s breathing return to normal and his pulse regulate.
A thought occurred to David as he thought over Michael’s nightmare. Pressing his lips to the Aussie’s ear, a hint of smugness laced his tone as he spoke.
“Mike, I told you not to read Incarcerate right before bedtime.”