safe with me - dnf mafia au (english)

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George POV.

Niki came back after a while and brought me another bottle of water, but this time she didn't have time to talk or bring anything to eat as they needed her at the small doctor's office in the mansion.
That was all she told me as she watched me drink the water slowly.

She was apparently in charge of the sick and the injured people, so she was often very busy helping them when they returned from missions or were wounded or hurt in another way.

It made me a little happy to know that she helped people, even though they weren't exactly good people.
At least she was able to take away some of the suffering and pain from them, which made me happy for her.
However, the thought of a nice girl like her being forced to use her medical knowledge on people like Tyler or Jason made me sort of angry.

She shouldn't have had to stay there.
Niki should've been allowed to enjoy her life in freedom and peace and not waste it on free patient care for the Hawk's guards and employees.

I heard the door open and lifted my head slightly only to see two men entering the basement, I could only recognize one of them.
Tyler smiled and walked closer to me, I tried to back up even further into the corner behind me to try to put as much distance between me and him as possible.

"Oh Georgie, I'm not going to hurt you..."

He and I both knew that he was not speaking the truth.
It was just a way of mentally destroying me even more and slowly tearing cracks into the surface of my mind until it would eventually crack and I would lose it along with my rational thinking.

Tyler pulled me to my feet by my arm and my legs wobbled slightly since I hadn't been standing on my feet much in the time I was there.
He continued to hold my arm while he leaned close to my ear and finished the sentence in a low whisper, sending a chill down my spine.

"...The Hawk will do that for me later."

The man who entered along with Tyler grabbed my other arm and together they pulled me out of the dark room.
I hadn't noticed before how bad it was for me to be lying and sitting on the floor all day and night, but now my bones and especially my ribs were telling me how much it had affected me.

They took me to a staircase, the stranger shoving me onto the stairs when we were halfway up, damaging my already bruised or broken ribs.
I couldn't suppress a scream of pain while he just laughed.

"Don't be a fucking crybaby, you can do enough crying later when he's done with you."

Both laughed after this statement and I felt even weaker and more helpless than before.
At least I now recognized his voice. The second man was Jason, the man who was in the van with Tyler.
They pulled me back to my feet by my shoulders and dragged me to the foyer of the mansion.

The ceiling was several meters high and there were two flights of stairs on either side of the entrance, one leading upstairs and the other down into the basement, where I had been just few minutes earlier.
A glass chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, casting warm candlelight onto the marbled walls and pillars.
The sun was just setting, which could be seen through a glass door opposite of the entrance.
It leading to garden and outdoor area.

I probably would have been more excited about the breathtaking view of the expensive house, its garden and the impressive furnishings and presentation, if I hadn't had to fight with the thought that in a few moments, my body would be used without my consent.

I started crying as I tried to free myself from the grips of the two men.
I yelled and tried kicking them, but nothing I did helped me as they just held me tighter.
My vision was blurry and I could barely see anything through my tears, I begged them to let me go and not do this to me as I couldn't find any other way out, but it didn't help either.
My words were powerless, as was I at that moment.
I felt more helpless and desperate than I have ever felt in my life and there was nothing I could do about it.
No one knew what I was going through, no one knew what had happened and how scared I was of the events that were about to happen.

Tyler and Jason, despite my attempts to fight back, dragged me up the stairs across from the stairs to the basement which I was being held in and didn't even seem to hear my protests and screams.
It seemed as if they didn't notice that I was kicking and punching as if I was fighting for my life.

They pushed me down a hallway to a door at the end of it, which Tyler opened with one hand and pushed me into the room behind it.
He slammed the door shut instantly, but I tried in to open it and hit against it with my fists.

It wasn't until I felt a hand on my waist that I realized the hawk was in the room with me.
Of course he was.
As if I didn't see it coming.

I turned around and slapped his fingers off my body, ready to do what I had already done to the air in the foyer of the house, but I was immediately stopped as both my wrists were pinned to the door above my head.
I immediately tried to shake them off or free myself from his grip, but it didn't work.
Most of my strength, which was already low, was wasted trying to escape from Tyler and Jason.

The hawk's other hand crept up to my waist again and pulled my body closer to his own, pushing his knee between my legs, preventing me from moving them as well, while I was desperately trying to stop him.

He started doing what he had done the last time in the basement, but it was worse.
His movements were more urgent and needy, which made them more painful for me.
His cold hands touched my body under my clothes, not just under my shirt this time.
I screamed, cried and tried everything I could to keep him away from me, but nothing worked.

The hawk eventually decided he had had enough of doing that and let go of my wrists, tying them together with some rope seconds later and pushing me onto the bed that was pushed against the wall near the door.
My attempts to pull myself up off my stomach and push him away were stopped in a matter of seconds as he grabbed my thighs from the inside and forced my legs open.
I didn't wear my clothes much longer either, my shirt lay after my trousers on the wooden floor of the room and he was just about to go on, until a deafening explosion was heard from the lower part of the building.

His movements stopped and I couldn't even hear my own crying as it was replaced with screams and gunshots from people downstairs.

I didn't even realize how it happened or the time in which all of it went down, but I found myself moments later alone, tied to the bed frame by my wrists, a cloth around my eyes and just a thin blanket covering my bruised body, which did not prevent the cold from attacking me and making me shiver.
My tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face.
I tried once or twice to loosen the ropes or get rid of the restraints, but it was no use and only hurt my skin, so I finally gave up and slumped into myself.

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