Glass

Marty

Author's Note: Hey guys, more stuff about sexual assault. Proceed with caution.

Marty watched as Trixie practically dumped the cup of water on the girl's face.

"Haha, look at the bitch choke."

Marty tried to hide his frown as he watched the girl struggle to breathe.

"Are you gonna have some fun with her, Rick?"

"I sure am..." Rick muttered, running a hand along her leg.

"Hey, let me join in the fun!" Marty called. He punched Rick in the arm, faking a grin.

The girl opened her mouth to scream, but was quickly silenced by a washcloth.

"Shhhh, little pet, we're just getting started... save your voice for later." Trixie whispered.

Marty watched as Rick shoved a hand between her legs. The girl screamed, tears starting to fall down her cheek. Marty pretended to smirk and patted Rick on the back. "On second thought, I'll leave her to you for now." He turned and opened the basement door, following Trixie up the stairs.

The stepped into the kitchen. Trixie sat down at the table while Marty pulled some ingredients out of the fridge.

"That was nice of you." Trixie teased.

"I don't like this," he muttered. "Why can't he just hook up with someone at a bar, like a normal person?"

"Because he can't ruin a normal person." Trixie laughed. "Could you hand me a beer, darling?"

Marty pulled a cold one out of the fridge. "You're both messed up."

"Aw, come on little bro. Don't talk about my husband like that."

Marty shrugged and started chopping up an onion.

"Making dinner?"

"Figured I should."

A muffled scream sounded from the basement, but it was quickly cut off.

"Make sure you make some for the slut, too. Or maybe she can just drink Rick's piss!" Trixie burst out laughing.

Marty clenched his teeth and continued chopping vegetables. "It's not funny."

"I think it is, you're just a whiny little bitch."

"Whatever."

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Marty called down for dinner, and Rick wandered up the stairs, grinning. His hands were covered in blood. "I wish we could just let her scream... I'd love to hear it ringing in my ears."

That sick bastard... "Yeah, but someone would probably hear her." Marty grabbed an extra plate and headed downstairs. "Be right back." He opened the basement door, then closed it behind him, sighing. I hope he gets hit by a car or something...

And then he looked up.

The girl was still tied to the table. Blood covered the inside of her legs, and her clothes had been completely ripped off. She was crying.

Or maybe I'll kill him myself.

Marty set the food down and grabbed a blanket from the closet. He untied her hands and her legs, then guided her onto the floor and leaned her against the table. He wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

"Brought you something to eat," Marty said quietly.

The girl just stared at the ground, unmoving.

He sighed. "I'm gonna get you out of here."

Her head snapped up. "Really?" Her voice sounded hoarse and worn.

Marty looked into her eyes. One was green and one was brown. That's cool... He thought. "Really. But you're gonna have to put up with this for a while..." He trailed off.

Her expression sunk. She went back to staring at the floor.

"Please eat."

Marty stood up, leaving the plate with her.

I'll save you from him. I promise.

Author's Note:

@Leshae51304, this is for you! Three chapters in one day, go crazy! XD

What do you guys think about Marty? What do you think will happen to Kanna?

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