Love is danger

11

The moment they kicked the doors open, everyone knew what was going on here. No mercy, the Shadows had betrayed them, tried to kill them and captured and tortured their own men.

Bullets flew, soldiers yelled and blood was shed. Soap run past them, past everyone. Rudy right next to him, they avoided fighting, knowing Price had their backs.

"Left." Rudy whispered, nodding to the left hallway and both run into it. Soap knifed the guard, slitting his throat with no hesitation. Rudy shot the next one, a headshot.

Both didnt stop running, they had one goal and one goal only. Find their men. With fast but silent movements they run through the Shadows base, soon reaching the cells.

The soliers guarding it were taken down fast and efficient, with heavy breaths both man walked into the hallway to the cells. Carefully looking through the windows in the doors to look who was inside.

Soap froze, gasped a breath in, before he hurried to rip this door open. "Rudy come here, it's Alejandro." Rudys eyes widen, in a short second he was next to the Sergeant and helped him with the door.

Alejandro was sitting inside, eyebags under his sad looking eyes, slumped shoulders, he obviously hadnt eaten in a while, the untouched food stood on the ground.

"Ale! Its us, its gonna be okay. We are getting you out of here!" Rudy instantly was down on one knee and looked over the Colonels body, trying to see any injuries.

"Rudy... Soap..." Alejandro mumbled, his eyes falling onto Soap and he looked at him full of remorse. "Simon is... Im sorry... I couldnt-" His voice broke, Soap swallowed and helped Rudy pull the Colonel up to his feet.

"Where-" He feared asking that question but he had too. "Where is he? Is he... dead?" Alejandro hesitated, but shook his head. "I dont know, but I doubt it. Graves took him somewhere... He seemed to- to like Simon."

Soap understood, bile raised in his throat, while he groaned out silent and pained. "That bastard..."

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Graves was breathing heavy, sweating in his gear, but he couldnt feel better. Simon felt just so... so perfect. He loved it, loved seeing the fear and pain in his eyes. Loved seeing the blood on his own cock. Loved hearing those desperate whimpers.

Never would he had dreamed off getting such a kick out of that. How could it feel so good? Completly destroying a former friend, a former comrade. Making him scream, cry and beg. And even feel unwanted pleasure.

Graves knew it was wrong, that this was rape. But honestly, he couldnt care less. In his life he had seen and done enough shit, betrayed, beaten, tortured and killed. So at this point, why would he stop at rape? Why would he stop if it felt so right?

Simon stared to the ceiling, his eyes were half lidded and blank, tears stained his face, but there werent any new coming out, he had stopped crying, stopped feeling. Even while his body was still getting used and abused.

The Shadows face came back into his field of view, looking down at him with a smile and mumbling a few words, before he sighed and slapped him.

"Come on, its no fun if you are like this." Graves looked for any reaction, when there wasnt one, he sighed again and pulled out of him. "You need some motivation? To come back here, to concentrate on something?"

He shifted up, pushed Simons legs away from his shoulders and sat up higher. "Ill help you, just try to breath." His voice was calm and loving, as if he really was doing the blond man a favor by grabbing his chin and slowly shoving his cock into his mouth.

Simon gagged, gasping for air, as his dissoaciation was broken, but only inhaling the dick. Tears, blood, cum, what couldnt he taste?

His eyes were panicked, there was no air, he would suffocated. "Shh, you have to breath through your nose, silly. Already forgotten it? Maybe I should train you more often, a toy should know how to suck dick correctly." Despite Graves rather dark and mocking voice, he run a hand over Simon cheek.