By My Side - Sam/Aomaris Fanfiction

61) Memory

Everything was a blur. Nothing around me remained in focus, but I barely noticed at all. All that mattered to me was Sam, the feeling of his lips on my neck, his hands roaming my body, his desire brushing against mine as he pinned me up against our bedroom door. He cuffed my hands and used the chain to lead me to the bed, pushing me down onto it. His hands continued to wander, gripping every part of me they could touch. He was desperate for this, and so was I. Sam grabbed a blindfold from his bedside table drawer, something I didn't remember us owning but I wasn't complaining. I was fully into it. Once the fabric had completely covered my eyes, Sam's lips began to trail down my body, kissing everywhere they could find just like his hands had. His hands left me for a moment, and soon one of them returned. Before I could question what he was doing, I found myself suddenly unable to move my wrists apart from each other. I thought nothing of it until I felt something small and cold slip inside me. As it did, the bed under me began to harden and it grew colder and colder with each passing second.
"Sam?" I got no answer. The cold thing started buzzing, which only confused me more. "Sam, what's going on?" The buzzing got more intense, leaving me gasping for breath. Infuriated by my lack of an answer, I used my arm to push the blindfold off my eyes... And screamed.  In front of me and holding a tiny silver clicker was the faceless figure of Lisette's boyfriend. Immediately I tried to scramble away, but the cuffs on my wrists had been replaced with zip ties and he caught me easily, pinning me down by my throat. I thrashed furiously but it was to no avail. He was much stronger than me and with his hand on my throat, I couldn't call for Sam's help.

"You said she's a virgin, right?" He asked someone behind him. I heard Lisette answer.
"Probably, unless she forced herself on that poor fucker who claimed to be her boyfriend. Why?" The guy shrugged and stared down at my helpless form, then unzipped his jeans and pulled the vibrator out of me.
"I'm kinda pent up, and I feel bad about this bitch getting no pleasure in her life." He hovered over me and brushed his lips against my ear, which I cringed away from. "You know, you're actually kinda cute... for a slut." He let his desire do the rest as I screamed, tears sliding down my face uncontrollably. I couldn't help but fight and he smirked down at me. "You're a feisty bitch, aren't ya?" He pulled the blindfold back over my eyes and I shook it off instantly, expecting to glare at his sunglasses. Instead, I was met with violent yellow eyes and bloodred skin.

I flung up in bed, screaming, and sobbing so hard I felt like my once-punctured lung was going to burst. Sam woke with me, roused by my petrified shriek, and immediately he wrapped me in my blanket and hugged me close, stroking my hair as he whispered.
"Shh... It's okay. You're okay. I'm here." I buried my face in his shoulder and sobbed unashamedly. "That same nightmare again, huh?" I nodded, still crying, and Sam hugged me tighter. This had become something of a regular occurrence for us. I'd been discharged from the hospital a month ago, and the days were slowly but surely getting shorter and shorter, merging from the end of November to the beginning of December. The first time I had that nightmare and remembered it was the first night I got home from the hospital. It left me traumatised for hours, and as soon as was feasible, I headed back to the hospital with Sam and demanded they do a full search for residual sperm, invasive procedure or not. Thank God they found absolutely nothing of note, but I had them put me on long-term contraception that very day, after they refused to let me get my tubes tied. Sam gently coaxed me into telling him what the nightmare was, and after the doctors did a full search for any kind of DNA that wasn't mine, they confirmed that the evidence they found was indeed the DNA of Nathan Prescott. During that time, I belatedly remembered that I'd scratched Lisette when she kicked me, so the forensics team at Sam's precinct was able to match the skin cells still under my nails to Lisette. Which was all well and good, they had two confirmed suspects, aside from the fact that both of them had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth. When Sam went back to work, I spent my days hanging out with Ronnie at his apartment in the city, terrified to be on my own. Sam spent every sliver of effort on searching for my assaulters, and according to Ayla, he'd blatantly sworn at their captain when he tried to take Sam off the case. Thankfully, Sam didn't get any worse punishment than a slap on the wrist, and he was allowed to keep working the case under the condition that he actually looked after himself.