SCP-Defiled

(Lemon Flavored Fluff Part 3) Marshall Carter And Dark LTD Partnership 1/2

|| WARNING! This flashback chapter will contain implied sexual assault, thoughts of suicide, self harm, human trafficking, and other possibly harmful triggers. Viewer discretion is advised.||

|| Also, small authors note. This is a longer one for sure, over 3000 words all and all. Lot of backstory, and no lemon quite yet as this is only part 1. Thank you for your continued support and interest into my small hobby project! ||

"Goodbye!"

The word echoed around the room and in my mind in such a cheerful tone. My face felt cracked with dried tears peeling off my cheeks. My chest so hollow and my body felt so distant from me. Everything hurt, but... Not exactly physically. I could barely breath and I just wanted to die. I knew it was over, but it just... Everything kept spiraling around me. I wanted it to stop and finally I brought my hands up to cover my eyes. That's when I felt that weird mask on my face. It was brittle, and incredibly thin.

I ripped it off and it literally peeled off my face. It was so surreal... Like I cried an entire pool on my face and this was the result. A mask of sorrow and shame. I hated that fucking thing, and I couldn't hold back any more and just started balling again. I was flooded with everything, all over again. The feeling of her and just... My wrists burned from the restraints. The thought of the burn made my fingers numb and it slipped back down to my face. It sunk into my skin and sealed itself to me. I grabbed and clawed at my cheeks, but I couldn't find the seam of it.

Finally, I found the will after all this to get up and look at myself in the mirror. That hotel bathroom lit up from a single bulb and all I saw... Was me. But I didn't feel like I was really there. It was my body, sure, but I felt like all that was me was sunk in miles back from it. There was no mask on my face, but still that disgusting feeling on my body and the shame in my eyes. What did she do to me... That's all I could ask. I was naked, cold, alone, and in pain. But at least I wasn't crying. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've cried since. Maybe that mask did a little more than just morph into me...

I did a lot of research after that day. Looked up anything I could that matched that woman's description, where I was, her fucking name... Nothing. Not a god damn thing. But the more I looked the more I heard about this shady bunch of groups online. Some of 'em talking about using weird shit to change the world, others using it for clout, and then one more that seemed like they were just... Invested in them. I knew something was weird about them cause everything about them online kept disappearing shortly after I'd seen it. Like something was actively deleting everything they posted.

Marshall Carter and Dark, that's the one I was interested in. They weren't seeking to get anything out of the weird shit. Just make a profit or find more. The weird shit sometimes involved special... People, I guess, so maybe they'd know something about it. I never really reached out to them though. One day I just get this call from an unknown number, they set a time for me to meet a rep, and all of a sudden I'm at a tight packed coffee shop; sitting across from this guy that looked like your stereotypical G-man.

I doubt he would give a shit about what happened to me, so I described the girl. He didn't really question any of it. Just took my word, which was a little weird. Normally when someone describes a woman that literally enters your mind and forces your pure submission you'd at least bat an eye at it. But he just... Took it all in. No notepad or nothin. Hell, looked like the people around us couldn't even hear us. He took the statement, location, all that other shit and asked if he could introduce me to someone. I couldn't tell what he was pushin' on me, but... I guess since he listened to me I foolishly trusted him.