Part VIII
By HMC


Warning: Violence and Rape


      The Lord, still reeling from his orgasm, kneeled on the floor behind Peter. He sighed a great sigh, relishing in the pleasure he got from his new slave's pain. His moment of rest proved to be a mistake, for when he opened his eyes, he saw that his new toy was poised to his left with a dagger in hand. HIS dagger, he soon realized - the one he had left on the table. The blond was obviously not trained in the use of weaponry; he held the dagger awkwardly with both hands, trembling as he held the pointed tip towards him.

Peter had made his mad dash the few feet to the table, scooping up the dagger and trying desperately not to shake so hard as to drop it. His bare feet on stone floor made no noise as he took a few cautious steps towards his rapist. His nakedness and wounds were pushed back in his mind; the only thing that mattered was the hatred he felt. The humiliation he had suffered in front of one of his best friends.

Davy watched in horror as Peter lurched forward, ramming the knife through the rapist's chest and sending them both tumbling to the floor. It was an odd death; the Lord gurgled something, made a frantic grab at Peter's neck, and let his hands drop to the floor. With the dagger standing straight up in his chest, the Lord expired.

"Holy shit...." Peter gasped. His gaze shifted from Davy to the Lord, Davy.... the Lord.

"Peter.... untie me." Davy gasped, still in agony from his whipping.

Reaching for the dagger, Peter closed his eyes and dislodged it from the chest of the corpse on the ground. He resisted the urge to throw up at the fresh wave of blood that emerged from the gaping hole in the man's chest, and the accompanying sound effect.

After cutting Davy free of his bonds, he caught the abused young Englishman in his arms when he collapsed. Despite the cuts and bruises on his body, Peter felt a wave of energy that he only felt when his friends were in trouble. His pain dulled a bit when he realized that Davy was in worse condition than he. The wounds on his wrists had reopened, blood trickled down his back from the switch the ex-Lord had used on him, and Peter remembered the unseen wounds. The wounds he had suffered by being gang-raped.

Davy's vacant look became even more alarming when his eyes began to roll back in his head. Peter gasped, shaking his friend by the shoulders, begging for him to remain conscious. The jostling prevented Davy from floating off into oblivion, and he reached up for his friend, fingertips resting on Peter's neck.

Peter placed his own hand on Davy's, giving it a firm squeeze, to reassure not only the younger, but himself as well. Peter was terrified. Not ten feet away lay a dead body, and his friend lay injured and bleeding in his arms. They were naked and abused, terrified and alone.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he realized Davy was stroking the area of skin just below Peter's left ear. It felt nice, soothing, but why?

"You'll always take care of me, right Peter?" A tear ran down Davy's face.

"Oh God, Davy. I'm sorry I couldn't help you.... I'll take care of you from now on; they'll never hurt you again. I'm so sorry...." He lowered his head in sadness, his long blond bangs brushing against Davy's forehead.

"Always thinking of others. You were hurt to, you know. You're so kind, Peter. That's how I know you'll always look out for me." He quickly but gently pulled Peter's head down closer and kissed him lightly on the cheek, leaving other kisses closer towards his mouth. Finally, they joined lips. It was a loving kiss, a kiss that meant so much. Everything that could ever be said never would have to be uttered. Both of them knew at that very instant that they loved each other with all their being. Peter broke the kiss and pulled Davy into a tight hug.

"This is so fucked up...." Peter mumbled.

There was a faint hint of a smile on Davy's lips at that. "I agree."

They shared a dark laugh for a few sacred moments before one thing became painfully clear; any moment, the dead Lord's minions could come looking for him and see what had happened. No one needed to tell them that the punishment would be instant death.

"Something terrible happened, Peter. Something awful." Davy mumbled, staring at his hands. "I saw it. Only for a moment. I think Mike...."

"Shh, don't speak, Davy. You're in a lot of pain, you're not thinking straight. We've got to get out of here, and then we'll find a way to get back to Micky and Mike."

"But we don't even know where they are. We were traveling for hours."

"We'll find a way. Damn it, we have to."

A quick search of the room, and Peter was able to dress both of them in what he thought were pretty good costumes. They fixed themselves up as best they could, and Peter walked to the door.

"Stay close." With that, they stepped out into the hallway.



*Heh, that was short.... I give you permission to throw rocks at me. ::::::holds out a few rocks::::::*





~End of HMC's Part~
On to Part IX



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