Hollywood Undead Fic

C.7.

          Dylan's gone when I wake up. Instead, Danny's grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the small room. I gasp as my chest his the ground, and he takes hold of my leg. With surprising strength, he lifts me up from the floor. I claw at the carpet in vain in the split second it takes for him to do so, and my breath is kicked from my lungs when he throws me at the wall. I gasp for oxygen, watching as he walks up to me. It's dark outside. It's dark in the basement. The fairy lights in the closet change to red and Danny grins at me, making me shudder. He reels his leg back, then kicks my stomach roughly. I groan and hug myself. He grabs my hair and drags me up, grabbing my throat instead to pin me to the wall. He pulls me towards him, slams me back against the wall, and starts punching wherever he can, looking insanely pleased with this situation. He punches me in the face and my head snaps to the side. I cough and blood spills over my lips. I grip his wrist as his hold slowly grows tighter. When he finally stops, my body aches and my vision is starting to cloud over with black. He sighs and gently runs his fingers through my hair, carefully relaxing his hand before removing it entirely.

I fall to my knees, coughing violently and wheezing. He just watches me, bored. I curl into myself, pushing my body against the wall in an attempt to get away from him. Pain slowly overrules shock and tears are soon streaming down my face. He kneels in front of me, smiling lovingly as he reaches out. I flinch as he presses his palm to the underside of my head and forces me to look at him. "Sorry. But I had to punish you." He says gently, leaning forward and kissing my forehead. "Will you hurt me again?" He asks, talking like he would to a child. I hate being talked to like a damned toddler. I'm twenty three god dammit! I can drink alcohol and go grocery shopping by my self! He slams my head into the wall and I gasp sharply. "Answer me, Whore~" He purrs, an underlying growl tainting his voice. I nod quickly, my throat stinging slightly as the collar of my jumper brushes against it. "Good. You're going to be a good girl for me from now on, alright? You'll do exactly as I say, yes?" "Y-Yes." I whisper, my voice hoarse and all kinds of painful.

Danny just stares at me for a long time, just dragging his eyes over my face. So long, in fact, that the sun's starting to rise by the time he moves. A few joints in his body pop as he leans forward and forces our lips together. I immediately try to push him away, blushing furiously, but I'm weak and beyond terrified, so all I really manage to do is press my hands against his chest and leave them there. Hell, even that takes up a bit of effort. He uses his grip on my lower jaw to pull it away from the rest of my skull, and he slides his tongue against mine as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I should be complete revolted. The sensation is completely new to me, and the way his eyes close and his eyebrows knit together make him look so vulnerable that I can't stop him. I literally and figuratively can't. I don't want to upset him further by doing anything wrong, so I let him bite my lip and gently suck on my tongue and dip his fingertips past the hem of my jumper. He doesn't go any farther than that, but it's enough to startle me out of submission. I flinch and he slowly opens his eyes, sealing his lips over mine briefly before pulling back.

My hands slip down to his upper arms and the sting in my eyes tell me I've started crying again. I shakily reach up and use my sleeve to clean myself up a bit, looking away from him. "I'm sorry." I mutter. He doesn't respond verbally, just makes a puzzled face. "I hurt you and then I tried to stop you when I said I'd listen. I deserved everything that's happened." He seems torn between agreeing with me and wanting to argue. He settles for tilting my head up gently and kissing me, being slow and passionate this time. He tenses for a split second when I awkwardly move my lips against his. Pleased, he smiles and hums slightly, making my tongue vibrate and an odd sensation run down my spine. Not arousal. Some other foreign beast that's poking its way through my mind. It's cold. He stops and pulls away, breathing unnaturally fast but not quite panting. A thin trail of saliva connects our mouths and makes me cringe slightly as I watch it break. He sits and lays on the floor, stretching out and yawning. He folds his arms behind his head as a sort of pillow and closes his eyes. I watch him carefully, wiping my mouth with my clean sleeve. Now dirty, I suppose.