One By One

Chapter 6: Washington

It had been a whole day since George had been captured. Or, at least it felt like it. It was hard to tell time in this never-changing cell. He hadn't heard or seen anyone for that whole day either. The fathers had been separated from each other.

What's your game, Benedict? George wondered. And of course it was a game. Benedict thought that everything was a game. George didn't know how to explain to him that that wasn't how life worked. He'd kept this ideology for a long time, and would not veer away from it now.

Out the distance, he heard footsteps. George stopped his pacing and turned towards the cell door. Apparently he was being visited. He could tell it was Benedict by the way he walked, knew it was his relaxed, confident stride.
There was no one else with him.

Benedict appeared in front of the cell, and George only snarled at him. He was very much not happy about these arrangements, and he wanted to know where his fathers were.

"Benedict."

"My dear George, don't be like that." Benedict shook his head, clicking his tongue. "So impolite."

"Impolite?" George questioned.
He nodded toward what was in one of Benedict's hands. "You're the one who brought rope."

Benedict withdrew a key from a satchel over his shoulder and used it to unlock the cell. George jumped at the opportunity for escape. He ran at Benedict, planning to bulldoze him over. Which would be very easy, considering George's 6'2 stature; along with his burly appearance. But, George didn't take to mind that looks can be deceiving. Benedict alarmingly caught George on the waist and shoved him back in his cell, George falling back first the floor. The cell door closed with a clang. He was trapped in here with Benedict Arnold.

George stood and brushed himself off. He eyed the rope when he asked:
"What do you want?"

Benedict gazed at George Washington with lustful eyes, starving for his touch. "You." Benedict answered. "Just you."

George knew what that meant:
He was going to take his body.

George stood tall, not backing down. Though his lower lip trembled in fear, he clenched his hands into fists.

"You can try. Try your damn best, but I won't break for you." George growled.

"You won't?" Benedict stepped closer. "The other fathers did."

Hiccup's mouth went dry. "What?"

“Yes, they all broke for me.” Benedict purred. “James was a crying mess by the time I left him. Thomas, well, he might be unconscious. John was angry for sure, but I settled him down. Benjamin was easy. He let me have him when I mentioned hurting you. And Alex?" Benedict giggled. "He had to be chained down, but he came to his senses.”

George shook with rage.
“You RAPED them?”

“Yes. You could call it that.” Benedict was as calm as ever.

George couldn't have stoped himself even if he tried to. In a split second, George charged at him. Benedict dropped the rope as George grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him back against the metal door.
He didn’t react. Just stared at him. It was terribly unnerving.