y/n x sub! peter ballard

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Eleven held her breath as Henry screamed with pain, his back was bloody and red. When Eleven pulled her hands away they were covered in Henry's blood, but his pained cries didn't stop.

He was curled up on the floor, twitching on all fours and trying to breath through his abused and scratched throat. Eleven was about to resume but he threw his hand up weakly to stop her, his pants for air became more ragged with the action but he slowly maintained eye contact.

His lips trembled as he opened his mouth to speak—talking through cracked lips,

"...stop. Stop. Please just fucking..." He collapsed, laying on his stomach as he went silent.

y/n pov:

You were teary eyed as you kept massaging Henry's back, it was starting to become blotchy with red, and it had begun mixing with his sweat. Then you felt him jerk upright, and a choked gasp for air made you stop in your tracks. You froze and felt his wheezing breaths sound through his entire body, your hands returned to your side and you waited for him to recover.

When his breathing had calmed down to mild gasps he paused, as if finally realizing the position he was in. He was visibly tense, and you could hear his breaths go quiet,

"It's me Henry," You say, lips trembling as you part your lips again, "Are you...alright?" Your voice cracked and you winced—Henry didn't move.

A few seconds passed and you started to get worried,

"Henry?...Please can you forgive me? I'm so so so sorr—"

"Y/n?" He spoke distantly.

"Yes?" You respond quickly.

You felt him start to turn around on your lap, once you saw his face you felt tears prick your eyes. His face was tear-streaked and raw, his eyes bloodshot and wide, and his lips parted and bleeding. His eyes locked with yours,

"I'm really tired of my back being tortured." He said, pausing before his mouth upturned into a weak grin.

You took a few second and then started to laugh, he joined in and collapsed into your chest, hugging you tight while burying his head into your neck crook. His arms around you made you feel exponentially erratic with joy, you didn't touch his back but instead hugged his head, his muffled laughter stretching your smile even further.

You felt him raise his head off you to speak, his face extremely close to yours as he smiled softly,

"I forgive you. Just never do it again." He said, and you could see his eyes water up with tears as he lips trembled again.

"Hey it's okay," You assured, hands still tangled in his hair, you brought him closer and kissed his forehead, "We're going to escape this place. Sometime, somehow, we will. I promise." You whispered to him, he gave you a look of agreement and he nodded his head.

"If we escape there's so much I need to tell you, I-I can help, I know some weak spots in the—" You interrupted him with a kiss on the lips, and he immediately kissed back, a longing hunger filling it.

You both brought your hands to the others cheeks, pulling them closer into the embrace and pushing bodies together for the pleasure. Mouths were open in a sloppy manner and you held onto each and every kiss with a loving gesture, Henry started to push you down on the bed, and you started to smile at his growing confidence. You allowed him to push you onto your back and he crawled on top of you, straddling your waist and crotch. Your hands were about to hold his thighs but a timid poke on the shoulder stopped you.

Eleven was standing awkwardly beside you, Henry's mouth went agape with shock and surprise, and you tried to clear your now very pigmented face.