Red - A Warriors Fan Fic

Eliminators #3

  You were laying on the cold floor still. Zidane was still over top of you, pushing in and out of you. The pain was like nothing you had ever experienced, but the feeling of exposure and vulnerability, was worse. Your arms and legs were numb with weakness, from fighting for so long. Instead of crying which you had been at first, you were expressionless. You felt blank, and yet so filled with emotion at the same time; but your face didn't show it. You were dead on the outside.

His breathing quickened and he pushed harder and harder; as you skin burned on the inside. He let out a moan, and few seconds later he leaned up, pulling up his pants and buckling up his belt.

He didn't say anything to you, and pulled over his shirt and jacket; leaving the room and closing the door. You were alone. You tried weakly to reach for your clothes, but the pain was unbearable. You whimpered at the fire burning between your legs, giving up on covering yourself up.

You tried so hard not to think about anything, because you were afraid when you did, you wouldn't be able to take it. But thoughts crossed your mind anyway.

What would your brothers think of you if they saw you now? Pathetic, hopeless, girl. Though you didn't believe that.

You knew Vermin would be distraught, angry too, but mostly sad for you. Cowboy and Rembrandt would be heartbroken, filled with sorrow; you knew that. And Ajax. Ajax would do anything he could to take down these fuckers. But when it came to you, he would probably brush you off. He could never deal with the serious shit. Nothing like this for sure. You thought about if by some miracle you did escape; who would be there to help you recover. Mercy maybe.

All these scenarios were racing through your head; of situations and how each of your brothers would react. You couldn't help but think of them saving you; being your heroes. But that thought pained you, because you knew how this story ended.

The door to your room sprung open, and you jumped from fear. It was Tracer. "Had enough yet?" He walked in, slamming the door behind him. You turned your face to look away. It took everything you had not to break down; and you wouldn't let him have that.

He walked over to you and knelt down by your naked side, grabbing your jaw hard with his fingers. "I asked you a question?" He snickered, making you look at him. You were trebling, but continued to say nothing. He growled in frustration at you, and kept his hand tightening on your face. His free hand felt for your chest. "Like this don't ya?" He sneered, feeling around your body, violating you. You continued to look dead into his eyes. "Still won't talk?" He asked, putting his legs on either side of you now. You were traumatized. Your couldn't go through that pain all over again. Especially now; It had only been a half hour since Zidane had his way with you.

"Just tell us what we need to know. And this can all stop." Tracer smiled maliciously. You shook your head violently. You didn't know what to do. You knew it was a matter of time before they decided to waste you, and telling them anything about your family wouldn't relieve the agony you were already in.

"Fuck you wimp." You spat. His smile turned into an ugly frown. He cracked you in the face with his ring hand again, reopening the cut you received earlier from it. You winced and he unbuckled his pants quicker than ever, pulling himself out.

You began to struggle against his weight, trying to kick him off of you again; hopeless. He revelled at you struggling, it was like a game to him. He grabbed your arms and forcefully flipped you onto your stomach, pressing your face and stomach against the cold floor. He then forced your stomach up, arching your back. You tried to move away from him, but it was useless once more.

He shoved himself into you, and you screamed out in pain. The boys on the other side of the door jeered and hooted in amusement. They were sick. As he pounded into your flesh, you became too overwhelmed with pain. It was so horrible, so dreadful; that you couldn't move anymore.