safe with me - dnf mafia au (english)

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George POV.

My entire body was shaking and I had a hard time calming my breathing.
I didn't know what was happening and who was down there, nor how long I was or, would be tied up in the room.
I suddenly realized something though...
It was obviously something important and an emergency, otherwise the Hawk wouldn't have left me straight away and would rather have continued with what he was doing...
Of course I was grateful for that and I definitely didn't want him to come back and continue what was interrupted by the explosion and the gunshots, but it gave me the opportunity to think that there might be someone who could help me down there.

If the person, or team, went through all of the trouble of damaging and breaking into the mafia leader's mansion this way, they would definitely not be on the side of the hawk.
As the well-known saying goes:
'The enemy of my enemy is my ally.'

"HELP!"

I used whatever strength I had left in me to shout, trying to convey my desperation to get someone's attention.
However, the scream only made me more nervous, which caused my sobs to intensify.
My chest was rising and falling very quickly, I was hyperventilating and I was incredibly close to having another panic attack.
My ribs hurt, as did my shoulders and everything else.

Footsteps became audible and a short time later the door was opened, then closed again.
Locked.
The click was accompanied by a familiar laugh and my body froze in fear and despair.

The feeling of hands on my skin, taking their time only to put more pressure onto my ribs, which only increased my whimpering and crying.
This time, however, I was beyond powerless as I was tied up and couldn't even see anything.
He could do whatever he wanted with me, those same words he'd heard my father say too, and had taken that 'right' to touch me for himself, even though James gave that promise to the Hawk.

Of course, he did exactly what he said he'd do on the car ride.
He would do unspeakable things to me and there was nothing I could do about it or defend myself against.
I tried, receiving a punch to my face and a painful grip on my hips, trying to hold me in place.

I heard him remove his clothes while I frantically tugged at my restraints.
And suddenly, I felt it.
It hurt, so fucking much.
Not just physically, but also mentally.
He did exactly what he said he'd do and all I could do was cry and scream into the mattress below me.
His hand pushed my head down to prevent me from calling for help, which obviously worked well.
No one heard my suffering, my pain, or my screams.
Nobody helped me while he using my body against my will.

He finally finished after a while, leaving me lying on my stomach with a horrible feeling.
I heard him getting dressed and just throwing a blanket over half of my body so that all you could see was my back, the back of my head and my hands tied together on the bed frame.
I felt the mattress dip slightly as he sat down right next to my body, opposite the door that could have been my exit.

But it was too late.
Even if I somehow, someday, escaped, I would have no home to return to, nor anyone to take care of me.
I didn't know if I could live with this experience, if I could live with these emotions I was now forced to feel.

Feeling disgusted with myself.
My body.
My weakness, not being able to defended myself.
The feeling of pain all over my body, like those men's hands were still on my skin.
The feeling of not just being used up mentally, but literally.
He had used my body.
I was dirty...
And that dirt couldn't be washed off, no matter how hard I'd scrub my skin until I'd bleed out and left nothing but my bones.

Jason's hand rested on my shoulder and stroked along my back after removing my blindfold, as if he was trying to torment me even more than he already did.
But I didn't react, just let silent tears fall and didn't give him any confirmation.