The Steam Lounge

Disc 1 - Track 16

Begin Again - Purity Ring
"I've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company, look at the fire and think of me. I've been watching you creep around my wandering feet. Trying for years to flee."
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Mercy was shaken awake half an hour later by Pete, gesturing to his bedroom. Her stomach twisted, remembering their agreement. Mercy stood up regardless, not wanting to argue with him about it in front of the others.

Joe looked at the pair as they slowly paced to his room. "I thought she was with me tonight." He said, stopping Pete in his tracks.

Pete turned, smirking at Mercy slightly before answering. "She's had a panic attack Joe, she probably hasn't fully calmed down and she might have another one. I'm the only one who knows how to deal with them so it makes sense for her to be with me tonight. She will sleep in your room tomorrow." He said, not giving Joe chance to reply.

He opened his bedroom door and pointed for Mercy to go inside. She shut the door behind herself while he went to go put his glass in the sink.

Mercy needed to seem willing, it was going to happen whatever she did. Maybe if she tried to seem as if she was looking forward to it he would be gentle with her. She quickly pulled her underwear off from below her skirt and unhooked her bra, taking off the straps and pulling it from under her crop top. She hid them under the bed so Pete wouldn't notice straight away.

She heard the door open behind her and quickly spun around to face Pete. He grinned at her, putting an arm around her waist after he'd locked the door.

He walked her over to the bed, pulling both of them down onto it as he pressed his lips to hers. He laid Mercy down while he did so, holding one of her hands in his. Their teeth collided as he hungrily continued to kiss her, hand running up her waist and beneath her shirt.

Pete stopped suddenly. "You're not wearing a bra." He stated, looking confused. Another hand went up her skirt and he smiled. "Or underwear. Clever girl." He praised her, hauling her onto his lap quickly.

Pete removed his own shirt and yanked the top from her body with ease. After being pushed back down onto the pillows, he was on top of her. He had her skirt off fully now, his hands dangerously close to touching her.

Mercy could feel Pete grinding onto her slightly, making her even more nervous. Finally he started to stroke her, catching Mercy by surprise. She whined softly, her body tensing as he slowly moved his fingers.

Pete seemed amused by the way she reacted to it. He got quicker in an attempt to make her squirm. It worked, of course, which made him even happier. "Relax." He uttered in her ear triumphantly. He felt so smug because he knew he could make her feel good, despite her despising him. All he had to do was touch her and she would forget all her hatred towards him and grab on for dear life.

Although Pete was enjoying touching her, he was losing his patience. He was longing to see her come apart. He didn't even let her get fully wet before he slid his fingers inside. Mercy moaned in discomfort and Pete frowned, stroking her hair with his other hand. "Shh, I'm sorry. Tell me if it hurts too much." He whispered, slowly pushing his fingers in and out of her.

Mercy shook her head, signalling that she was okay. It was impossible for Pete to not kiss her at that point. He couldn't keep his lips off hers, knowing that she wanted him to touch her.

Mercy's hips buckled upwards onto Pete's. He nearly lost it then. Pete wanted to fuck her so badly, he had to use all of his strength to stop himself because he knew that she definitely wouldn't want that. It was one thing to touch her because she liked it and he was pretty sure after that morning she wanted him to do it again, but it was another thing to rape a young girl.