Ficlet: Three Years (The OC, Ryan-Centric)
More Darkness inspired by a pic.
Warnings for sexual abuse/rape, violence, language, and severe angst. I don't think it's overly graphic, but... I think it's pretty obvious what's been/being done.
To the public, Warden Ackerman was a saint, devoting his life to helping troubled kids.
To the kids in his 'care', he was the devil incarnate, devoting his life to tormenting them.
If you did what he wanted, submitted to his demands, got down on your knees and opened your mouth or stripped and bent over a desk, you got advantages others didn't. Most importantly, none of the other boys or the guards could touch you, it wasn't allowed.
If you tried to refuse, or threatened to report it to someone... well, Warden Ackerman still got his way, you just ended up a bit more bruised, and put into the pool for his 'special' kids to use until you came around. Or if you really pissed him off, he'd let the guards have you for a night.
No one kept saying no after the guards got at them.
Ryan Atwood learned from an early age that it didn't matter what you wanted, did, or said, if someone with more power than you wanted to use you? They would. It was easier, less painful and humiliating, to just let them. To do what they wanted and let your mind go somewhere else entirely while they abused your body.
Not to say he wasn't completely disgusted with Ackerman, and with himself for letting it happen, but his life was in this man's hands, sometimes literally when Ackerman played at wrapping his hands around Ryan's throat while he fucked him into the desk. If Ryan behaved, played the part of Ackerman's good little whore, he was safe from everyone else. He had plenty cigarettes, books, good food, and he only got hit when Ackerman was in the mood to do so. It seemed like a decent trade off, at least until he could get out of that hell and go back to the other kind of hell living with his mother.
At least at his ma's, he was pretty sure her boyfriends wouldn't handcuff him to a wall and let all his friends fuck him until he thought he was going to die. He'd gone through that once in this place, the guards even threatening to shove a gun up inside him at one point, and he made his choice afterwards, pushing aside his minimal pride and begging Ackerman to forgive him for his refusal. The man had acted like the benevolent father who regretted having to teach his misbehaving child a lesson, stroking Ryan's hair and telling him that, as long as he was a good boy, no one would hurt him again. Except for Ackerman when he was in the mood.
The worst nights were when Ackerman was in the mood to play with bondage gear. When he'd tie Ryan up and threaten him. Sometimes, he'd make Ryan beg for it, then fuck him roughly while he called him a whore. Other times, he'd tell Ryan as he tied him up to beg him not to, beg him to stop and don't and please... Ryan hated those times because he never knew if Ackerman would remember it was an act or would decide Ryan really was trying to refuse and hand him over to the guards.
Ackerman must have known the fears, because sometimes he threatened to do just that, tugging on Ryan's hair and telling him all about how the guard's would kill to have a piece of his ass again, and how maybe he'd let them have Ryan for a week this time, let them fuck him until he was completely torn open, and then fuck him again.
He always tried not to, but that always reduced Ryan to sobs, begging Ackerman not to, insisting he'd be good, he'd do whatever Ackerman wanted, just please don't. And the Warden would hit him, hard, and call him a pathetic whore who just needed a good fucking to see that was all he was good for.
Three years. All Ryan had to do was survive three years, then, depending on what the parole board said, he'd either get out or he'd be moved to prison. Either way, he'd be free of Ackerman.
The End
I know... I left Ryan in a nightmare... but I have an idea for a sequel... It might be written like this, no dialogue, just prose, or I might write it normally, I haven't decided yet.
Warnings for sexual abuse/rape, violence, language, and severe angst. I don't think it's overly graphic, but... I think it's pretty obvious what's been/being done.
To the public, Warden Ackerman was a saint, devoting his life to helping troubled kids.
To the kids in his 'care', he was the devil incarnate, devoting his life to tormenting them.
If you did what he wanted, submitted to his demands, got down on your knees and opened your mouth or stripped and bent over a desk, you got advantages others didn't. Most importantly, none of the other boys or the guards could touch you, it wasn't allowed.
If you tried to refuse, or threatened to report it to someone... well, Warden Ackerman still got his way, you just ended up a bit more bruised, and put into the pool for his 'special' kids to use until you came around. Or if you really pissed him off, he'd let the guards have you for a night.
No one kept saying no after the guards got at them.
Ryan Atwood learned from an early age that it didn't matter what you wanted, did, or said, if someone with more power than you wanted to use you? They would. It was easier, less painful and humiliating, to just let them. To do what they wanted and let your mind go somewhere else entirely while they abused your body.
Not to say he wasn't completely disgusted with Ackerman, and with himself for letting it happen, but his life was in this man's hands, sometimes literally when Ackerman played at wrapping his hands around Ryan's throat while he fucked him into the desk. If Ryan behaved, played the part of Ackerman's good little whore, he was safe from everyone else. He had plenty cigarettes, books, good food, and he only got hit when Ackerman was in the mood to do so. It seemed like a decent trade off, at least until he could get out of that hell and go back to the other kind of hell living with his mother.
At least at his ma's, he was pretty sure her boyfriends wouldn't handcuff him to a wall and let all his friends fuck him until he thought he was going to die. He'd gone through that once in this place, the guards even threatening to shove a gun up inside him at one point, and he made his choice afterwards, pushing aside his minimal pride and begging Ackerman to forgive him for his refusal. The man had acted like the benevolent father who regretted having to teach his misbehaving child a lesson, stroking Ryan's hair and telling him that, as long as he was a good boy, no one would hurt him again. Except for Ackerman when he was in the mood.
The worst nights were when Ackerman was in the mood to play with bondage gear. When he'd tie Ryan up and threaten him. Sometimes, he'd make Ryan beg for it, then fuck him roughly while he called him a whore. Other times, he'd tell Ryan as he tied him up to beg him not to, beg him to stop and don't and please... Ryan hated those times because he never knew if Ackerman would remember it was an act or would decide Ryan really was trying to refuse and hand him over to the guards.
Ackerman must have known the fears, because sometimes he threatened to do just that, tugging on Ryan's hair and telling him all about how the guard's would kill to have a piece of his ass again, and how maybe he'd let them have Ryan for a week this time, let them fuck him until he was completely torn open, and then fuck him again.
He always tried not to, but that always reduced Ryan to sobs, begging Ackerman not to, insisting he'd be good, he'd do whatever Ackerman wanted, just please don't. And the Warden would hit him, hard, and call him a pathetic whore who just needed a good fucking to see that was all he was good for.
Three years. All Ryan had to do was survive three years, then, depending on what the parole board said, he'd either get out or he'd be moved to prison. Either way, he'd be free of Ackerman.
The End
I know... I left Ryan in a nightmare... but I have an idea for a sequel... It might be written like this, no dialogue, just prose, or I might write it normally, I haven't decided yet.