The Castaway

Fletcher's P.O.V

I wake up with the biggest headache of my life. After almost getting my hair ripped out by being dragged to this horrid cold cell by my hair.I thought I was FINALLY getting to actually rest my head after tossing and turning for 8 hrs straight....to my despair I was incorrect. I'm awoken by two handsome guards yelling at me as if I'm far away.

"Wake up Payne! shower time!"

"Could you not fucking yell! I'm right in fucking front of you!"

"Oh? Seems we have a potty mouth on our hands don't we?"
One of them said while smirking evilly before pulling me up by my hair to meet his eyes.

"Now, why is it that you must be so defiant and disobedient Fletch?" He asked while smirking.

"Its just my fucking nature you prick now let go of my hair you ass wipe!" I yell while struggling to get out of his grip...I failed greatly.

"I have a prick but I'm not one! He whispered into my ear while trailing his free hand down my side until he moved to my inner thigh and reached my covered woman hood. And I may wipe my ass, but that doesn't make me an ass wipe you bitch!" He continued while grabbing my womanhood roughly making me hasp at the tight hold that he had on it.

"Niall anyone coming?" He asked

"Nope no one at all sir!" The blonde chirped while holding up one of his hands in the salute position.

"I've told you this officer Horan, call me Luke."

"Sorry Luke sir!" He shouted.

"Keep it down will ya!? We don't need anyone ruining our fun now do we?"

"W-what fun is that sir?"

The one named Luke motioned to me with his eyes hungrily and began licking his lips.

"Um, si- I mean Luke, I don't quite catch you- ohhh! I-i see... But Luke isn't that against the ru-"

"Shut the fuck up and just keep a look out alright?"

"But sir"

"If you don't I'll have you fired then killed understood! So what'll it be?"

"I'll look out sir"
Niall shot me a very sympathetic look and mouthed "I'm sorry" before turning his back to Luke and I.

"Now then, I'm going to teach you not to EVER raise your voice at me OR swear at me again"

Luke then bent me over the small table that I was given to write on, pulled my black jumper all the way down from my shoulders to my ankles, and stopped at my underwear.

"Oh? What a nice g-string babe, you must have wanted this didn't you?" He said while groaning and pulling it down slowly.

Fuck! Why must you ALWAYS wear provocative undergarments Fletcher why!? I thought to myself. But I was soon interrupted by my legs roughly being spread apart.

"Wait! No! What're you doing!?" I ask in horror and fear

"I told you babe I'm teaching you not to disrespect me, and I'm doing it how ever I see fit!" He hissed through gritted teeth.

Oh god no! Please no I don't want this! Anything but this! I'd had enough of this in my childhood from my father who everyone seemed to think was god himself, I can't go through this again. My thoughts once again being interrupted, only this time by his dick being slammed into my ass repeatedly rough and fast.