VegasPete One-Shots

You Broke Me First [R18+]

Pete wakes up late at night only to find an intruder in his room.

-Takes place around episode 7 of Kinnporshce, when Pete is sleeping in the minor family house-

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TRIGGER WARNING - Rape, physical abuse

-Pete-

I woke up at around midnight to the sound of the door creaking. Someone was entering my room. Weird. I could swear I locked the door before falling asleep.

What's going on?

I felt fear creep into my spine. The window was open and a chilly breeze hugged my neck. It sent chills throughout my whole body.

I could hear the intruder lock the door from the inside.

Fuck.

Quickly, I covered myself in linings to boot and made it look like I was still sleeping. One eye kept peeking through the thick blanket to watch out for the intruder. I could barely see anything, but I couldn't shift my position; I feared that whoever entered my room that late at night would notice me moving.

The midnight breeze kept making howling sounds, adding to my restlessness.

That person kept moving closer and closer to me; I could hear the parquet floor squeaking.

Suddenly, a unique smell filled my nostrils.

Vegas.

Every time that he was in the same room as me, I would notice his unique smell. It made me feel some type of way. The smell was overwhelming, as much as the owner: very spicy and peppermint-like.

Fear, I thought. Yes, it must be fear. There's no way such a man would affect me otherwise. What does he want? Why is he entering my room right now?

I couldn't shake what I happened to cross upon — the events of the previous day: Vegas torturing someone using tools. The calm posture that he carried while accomplishing the task at hand, the horrified expression that the gangster had — all of it was very unsettling.

I could feel myself shiver at the memory of it all. No! Don't move Pete! Don't get busted. I quickly tried to recall where I hid my gun before falling asleep. Huh. It should be behind the pillow, I thought to myself.

The squeaking sounds stopped.

~Whoosh~

It was the sound of the window closing.

Oh no.

After half a minute, I felt the bed moving. The mattress I was lying on kept dipping down. Shit! I'm really scared right now. What is this son of a bitch going to do?

Since I was already under the blankets, all covered up, I quickly pushed my hand under the pillow to get my pistol.

"Don't move Vegas, I've got a gun," I said while shaking. It felt like I was underwater; I had only two hours of sleep and my body was not functioning the way I wanted it to.

Vegas kept crawling on my bed until he reached me — all cocooned like a human blanket. My hand was holding the gun when he lifted the blankets, so I quickly positioned the gun right at his temple.

"I'm not kidding Vegas, get the hell away from me!" I shouted.

Vegas, being the crazy bastard that he was, just grinned at me while flashing his scary-looking almond eyes. The look that he gave me could scare even the toughest bodyguard. I literally got goosebumps. Shit! That motherfucker is scary. "You know, you look quite cute when you're afraid," the bastard suddenly said.