Trapped
Title: Trapped
Rating:NC-17
Word Count:2,000
Summary: Rorschach got caught and tied up and stuff uh happens...not good stuff...
Warnings: Adult content-might be a trigger for rape...careful
[It is dark, brutal painful darkness...]It is dark, brutal painful darkness. There’s the tug of rough fabric stretching over the bridge of his nose and tracing around his cheeks before the knot inter twines with his hair. His hands are tied painfully above his head to a leaking pipe in the ceiling and there is a steady stream of icy cold water running down his arm and body. His bare toes are just touching the bare concrete and the bottoms of his pinstripes are damp and clammy. His coat was lost a long time ago and all that remains of his costume is a half shredded dress shirt and his under shirt and his gloves as well but those aren’t covering much. The basement smells like damp desperation and the bonds holding his wrists are digging in becoming increasingly painful. Snarling he whips his lithe body against them which only jars his shoulders and makes his biceps burn in strained hatred. From a short distance away there comes the sound of foot falls and Rorschach swings his body to be facing his attacker while snarling in rage. The foot falls stop just out of kicking range and a dark sinister laughing ensues. Rorschach grips the bonds tightly in his hands and kicks out anyways, ignoring the screaming pain shooting through his arms the only thing he hits is his captors amusement as the laughs bubble into hilarity. Rorschach bares his teeth and snaps at them feeling flecks of spit drip down his chin as he growls.
“Get away. Pervert!” He roars and the laughs suddenly stop.
Splitting pain lights up in star dust acrossed his side, the attack came so unexpectedly and he lets out a strangled yelp.
“Who gave you the right to speak dog, shut up!” His captor shouts.
Rorschach cringes feeling vulnerable but snaps back at them gnashing his teeth.
“Get lost!” He shouts again swinging his feet out and hitting nothing but air.
The attack comes again hitting his back and side and stomach knocking the breath out of him. The pain is intense and solid and his mind can only guess that the weapon is a billy stick. He growls at the pain with heaving breaths and his captor smacks the weapon against his hand tauntingly. The sound rings in his ears and before he can catch it a small whine creeps out the back of his throat. His captor laughs again.
“Does that hurt bitch? I bet it does, I’ll spell it out for you once; you comply with what I say or…” An onslaught of hits racket his ribs and torso until he cant breath and is crying out. He hates to admit it to himself but he is afraid.
“Understand bitch?” His captor snarls.
Rorschach snarls right back and writhes against his screaming muscles swinging trying desperately to hit anything only to meet air once again.
“Never compromise! Even in the face of Armageddon, never give up!” He screams.
He hears his jaw crack before he feels it and the screaming pain almost seems laughable compared to what happens next. Suddenly prongs are dug into his side and 50,000 volts string through his body. The pain is so excruciating and he can’t even cry out. It is over in a matter of seconds and his mind can barely grasp what has just happen or if it hurt but he is positive he never wants it to happen again. He pants and the inside of his mouth tastes metallic from the previous hit. He’s not sure if his jaw is broken or not but it hurts like hellfire and he whimpers. A hand strokes the side of his face.
“It’s okay baby, you just gotta be good okay.” This time its not a question but a firm order and Rorschach lets out a constricted whine through clenched teeth.
“Please let me go.” He whimpers.
Normally he would never even consider begging for his life but this time its different this isn’t just a petty criminal, he’s caught for real and they have a taser. He really wishes he was anywhere but here as his captor laughs mockingly.
“Sorry no can do, you’re mine.”
He whimpers again and clenches his eyes shut under the blind fold. Searching hands begin to pull away the shredded shirt and caress his sides prodding at the tender wounds and racking his shirt up. His breath picks up and with a sudden burst of strength and courage he kicks out and strikes his captor square in the chest. There is a reassuring thump and he growls mockingly at his fallen captor. There is a furious noise and something being released and suddenly he finds himself on a heap on the floor. He is free enough to make a break for it and as he goes to remove his blind fold and flee there is the cold connection of boot to base of skull and he drops. All around him is just high pitched ringing and his body is being dragged acrossed the floor. Chains are refastened but it all feels to surreal. Begrudgingly his senses re align themselves only for him to find he is tied somewhere else on the floor. He is lying on his back hands above his head and his captors weight acrossed his stomach making it hard to breath. He tries to struggle out from under the weight when a hand pushes against his chest firmly.
“Stop.” The voice commands as the prongs of the taser trail down his face and neck making him go rigid in fear. He can feel his heart about to beat right out of his chest as the weight shifts and soft warm lips crash against his. He clenches his teeth together making his jaw scream out in pain as a tongue sweeps over his own chapped lips asking for entrance. After a moment of denial the flesh warmed prongs dig sharply into the dip above his collar bone not so subtly threatening. Whining he pries his own mouth open and lets the tongue lick inside his mouth. He holds his breath and tries to stop from gagging as the mouth pulls away and the taser moves.
“You taste like copper.” The voice chuckles as the weight moves off and Rorschach exhales a long painful breath.
There is the icy feeling of blade against his side and he flinches as the fabric of his shirt is cut away exposing his pale freckle dusted torso that he is sure by now is covered in bruises and welts. Warm tongue suddenly introduces itself to his chest and he yelps and shuffles away earning him the threatening return of the taser. With his heart beating a hundred miles an hour he tries to calm down even though he knows there is no possible way to improve the situation. For a moment he wonders why no one has tried to rescue him but that thought fades away quicker than it came. Warm hands begin tracing the contours of his body and stop to tweak his nipples making him whimper. The taser has dropped away leaving his assailant to continue his search with two hands. Warm kisses make there way down his neck to his chest as he grinds his teeth painfully wishing that they would all of the sudden just disappear or that he could sink into the floor. The searching hands reach the clasp of his pants and deftly undo them and peel them off. He doesn’t move as pure terror leaks through him. The hands ghost against his hips and buttocks and slide over his penis. He flinches and squirms.
“Please don’t…” He whines pitifully.
“Oh please Rory you know you’re going to enjoy this.” The voice chirps.
He can almost hear the voice smiling as the hands grip his hips and forcefully try to turn him over. He fights back kicking out and stars light up his vision. He is no longer in control of his body as the cruel steel prods into his side releasing an awful torrent of liquid fire through his veins. It releases and he pants making quite whimpering noises in the back of his throat. One hand pushes at his hip prompting him to turn over and he does. Slowly rolling onto his stomach and dragging himself to his knees. He sits splay kneed on the concrete as his hands are still tautly restrained. The chain slacks a bit and a boot between his shoulder blades knocks him down. His elbows scrape against the concrete and he cries out sharply against the burning sensation. He feels a thousand times more exposed than he did before and his mind is cursing him for not fighting back and all he can think is I can’t. He is cursing his stubborn will power as he hears his captor undress and step forward. Quick as lightning he tries to whip around to double fisted punch his captor but he misgauged the length of the chain and it rips his negative momentum and jars him back and his feet out from under him. His head cracks against the ground and everything dulls. He’s on his back again and his captor is saying something that he can’t quite understand. Far away warm flesh rests against him and he knows there is something he should be worried about but he can’t quite put his finger on it. He feels something slicked and warm enter into him and his head rolls. This isn’t right this action. Where exactly is he and why is this happening? The thing leaves him and an all new thicker hotter blunt ruts against his entrance and slowly pushes inside of him. Somewhere he knows he should be fighting and alarmed and shocked but it feels like those emotions are so far away, so very far away just like everything. He can feel him moving inside him and his mind rages numbly about whether this is good or bad. Frankly he doesn’t remember why this is happening so maybe there was good before this. Red flags shoot up in his mind and suddenly, without warning, all his senses take a nose dive and plunge him into darkness.
An undetermined amount of time later he wakes up. His head is pounding and his body is aching but he is alone. Scraping his face against the floor he pulls the blindfold off and refuses to acknowledge the information his memories are trying to replay for him. With his sight returned he easily picks the lock with a conveniently left with in reach lock pick and frees himself. His coat, pants, mask and shoes are left neatly folded on a crate and he hastily dresses. On the door leading to the outside is a mocking note reading ‘I told you you would enjoy it…’. He tears the note off the door and growling rips it into shreds and discards it on the ground before stalking outside onto the street. He still feels naked though without his layers of clothing as he drags his aching protesting body towards Daniels house where at least he knows he can wash the filth of the night off. Hatred churns in his stomach for what happened and for tricking him into making himself except it. Squeezing his eyes shut he takes a deep breath against his creaking ribs and locks the memories away with everything else he doesn’t want to have to remember but knowing it along with everything else horrible will resurface to haunt him in his sleep.
Rating:NC-17
Word Count:2,000
Summary: Rorschach got caught and tied up and stuff uh happens...not good stuff...
Warnings: Adult content-might be a trigger for rape...careful
[It is dark, brutal painful darkness...]It is dark, brutal painful darkness. There’s the tug of rough fabric stretching over the bridge of his nose and tracing around his cheeks before the knot inter twines with his hair. His hands are tied painfully above his head to a leaking pipe in the ceiling and there is a steady stream of icy cold water running down his arm and body. His bare toes are just touching the bare concrete and the bottoms of his pinstripes are damp and clammy. His coat was lost a long time ago and all that remains of his costume is a half shredded dress shirt and his under shirt and his gloves as well but those aren’t covering much. The basement smells like damp desperation and the bonds holding his wrists are digging in becoming increasingly painful. Snarling he whips his lithe body against them which only jars his shoulders and makes his biceps burn in strained hatred. From a short distance away there comes the sound of foot falls and Rorschach swings his body to be facing his attacker while snarling in rage. The foot falls stop just out of kicking range and a dark sinister laughing ensues. Rorschach grips the bonds tightly in his hands and kicks out anyways, ignoring the screaming pain shooting through his arms the only thing he hits is his captors amusement as the laughs bubble into hilarity. Rorschach bares his teeth and snaps at them feeling flecks of spit drip down his chin as he growls.
“Get away. Pervert!” He roars and the laughs suddenly stop.
Splitting pain lights up in star dust acrossed his side, the attack came so unexpectedly and he lets out a strangled yelp.
“Who gave you the right to speak dog, shut up!” His captor shouts.
Rorschach cringes feeling vulnerable but snaps back at them gnashing his teeth.
“Get lost!” He shouts again swinging his feet out and hitting nothing but air.
The attack comes again hitting his back and side and stomach knocking the breath out of him. The pain is intense and solid and his mind can only guess that the weapon is a billy stick. He growls at the pain with heaving breaths and his captor smacks the weapon against his hand tauntingly. The sound rings in his ears and before he can catch it a small whine creeps out the back of his throat. His captor laughs again.
“Does that hurt bitch? I bet it does, I’ll spell it out for you once; you comply with what I say or…” An onslaught of hits racket his ribs and torso until he cant breath and is crying out. He hates to admit it to himself but he is afraid.
“Understand bitch?” His captor snarls.
Rorschach snarls right back and writhes against his screaming muscles swinging trying desperately to hit anything only to meet air once again.
“Never compromise! Even in the face of Armageddon, never give up!” He screams.
He hears his jaw crack before he feels it and the screaming pain almost seems laughable compared to what happens next. Suddenly prongs are dug into his side and 50,000 volts string through his body. The pain is so excruciating and he can’t even cry out. It is over in a matter of seconds and his mind can barely grasp what has just happen or if it hurt but he is positive he never wants it to happen again. He pants and the inside of his mouth tastes metallic from the previous hit. He’s not sure if his jaw is broken or not but it hurts like hellfire and he whimpers. A hand strokes the side of his face.
“It’s okay baby, you just gotta be good okay.” This time its not a question but a firm order and Rorschach lets out a constricted whine through clenched teeth.
“Please let me go.” He whimpers.
Normally he would never even consider begging for his life but this time its different this isn’t just a petty criminal, he’s caught for real and they have a taser. He really wishes he was anywhere but here as his captor laughs mockingly.
“Sorry no can do, you’re mine.”
He whimpers again and clenches his eyes shut under the blind fold. Searching hands begin to pull away the shredded shirt and caress his sides prodding at the tender wounds and racking his shirt up. His breath picks up and with a sudden burst of strength and courage he kicks out and strikes his captor square in the chest. There is a reassuring thump and he growls mockingly at his fallen captor. There is a furious noise and something being released and suddenly he finds himself on a heap on the floor. He is free enough to make a break for it and as he goes to remove his blind fold and flee there is the cold connection of boot to base of skull and he drops. All around him is just high pitched ringing and his body is being dragged acrossed the floor. Chains are refastened but it all feels to surreal. Begrudgingly his senses re align themselves only for him to find he is tied somewhere else on the floor. He is lying on his back hands above his head and his captors weight acrossed his stomach making it hard to breath. He tries to struggle out from under the weight when a hand pushes against his chest firmly.
“Stop.” The voice commands as the prongs of the taser trail down his face and neck making him go rigid in fear. He can feel his heart about to beat right out of his chest as the weight shifts and soft warm lips crash against his. He clenches his teeth together making his jaw scream out in pain as a tongue sweeps over his own chapped lips asking for entrance. After a moment of denial the flesh warmed prongs dig sharply into the dip above his collar bone not so subtly threatening. Whining he pries his own mouth open and lets the tongue lick inside his mouth. He holds his breath and tries to stop from gagging as the mouth pulls away and the taser moves.
“You taste like copper.” The voice chuckles as the weight moves off and Rorschach exhales a long painful breath.
There is the icy feeling of blade against his side and he flinches as the fabric of his shirt is cut away exposing his pale freckle dusted torso that he is sure by now is covered in bruises and welts. Warm tongue suddenly introduces itself to his chest and he yelps and shuffles away earning him the threatening return of the taser. With his heart beating a hundred miles an hour he tries to calm down even though he knows there is no possible way to improve the situation. For a moment he wonders why no one has tried to rescue him but that thought fades away quicker than it came. Warm hands begin tracing the contours of his body and stop to tweak his nipples making him whimper. The taser has dropped away leaving his assailant to continue his search with two hands. Warm kisses make there way down his neck to his chest as he grinds his teeth painfully wishing that they would all of the sudden just disappear or that he could sink into the floor. The searching hands reach the clasp of his pants and deftly undo them and peel them off. He doesn’t move as pure terror leaks through him. The hands ghost against his hips and buttocks and slide over his penis. He flinches and squirms.
“Please don’t…” He whines pitifully.
“Oh please Rory you know you’re going to enjoy this.” The voice chirps.
He can almost hear the voice smiling as the hands grip his hips and forcefully try to turn him over. He fights back kicking out and stars light up his vision. He is no longer in control of his body as the cruel steel prods into his side releasing an awful torrent of liquid fire through his veins. It releases and he pants making quite whimpering noises in the back of his throat. One hand pushes at his hip prompting him to turn over and he does. Slowly rolling onto his stomach and dragging himself to his knees. He sits splay kneed on the concrete as his hands are still tautly restrained. The chain slacks a bit and a boot between his shoulder blades knocks him down. His elbows scrape against the concrete and he cries out sharply against the burning sensation. He feels a thousand times more exposed than he did before and his mind is cursing him for not fighting back and all he can think is I can’t. He is cursing his stubborn will power as he hears his captor undress and step forward. Quick as lightning he tries to whip around to double fisted punch his captor but he misgauged the length of the chain and it rips his negative momentum and jars him back and his feet out from under him. His head cracks against the ground and everything dulls. He’s on his back again and his captor is saying something that he can’t quite understand. Far away warm flesh rests against him and he knows there is something he should be worried about but he can’t quite put his finger on it. He feels something slicked and warm enter into him and his head rolls. This isn’t right this action. Where exactly is he and why is this happening? The thing leaves him and an all new thicker hotter blunt ruts against his entrance and slowly pushes inside of him. Somewhere he knows he should be fighting and alarmed and shocked but it feels like those emotions are so far away, so very far away just like everything. He can feel him moving inside him and his mind rages numbly about whether this is good or bad. Frankly he doesn’t remember why this is happening so maybe there was good before this. Red flags shoot up in his mind and suddenly, without warning, all his senses take a nose dive and plunge him into darkness.
An undetermined amount of time later he wakes up. His head is pounding and his body is aching but he is alone. Scraping his face against the floor he pulls the blindfold off and refuses to acknowledge the information his memories are trying to replay for him. With his sight returned he easily picks the lock with a conveniently left with in reach lock pick and frees himself. His coat, pants, mask and shoes are left neatly folded on a crate and he hastily dresses. On the door leading to the outside is a mocking note reading ‘I told you you would enjoy it…’. He tears the note off the door and growling rips it into shreds and discards it on the ground before stalking outside onto the street. He still feels naked though without his layers of clothing as he drags his aching protesting body towards Daniels house where at least he knows he can wash the filth of the night off. Hatred churns in his stomach for what happened and for tricking him into making himself except it. Squeezing his eyes shut he takes a deep breath against his creaking ribs and locks the memories away with everything else he doesn’t want to have to remember but knowing it along with everything else horrible will resurface to haunt him in his sleep.