Khoines revenge

Chapter 11

Can i please place in here a warning. This chapter especially is for mature readers. if you do not think you can handle references to abuse or sexual assault (rape), skip over this chapter until the end of the memory, the second asterisk (*).

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Leo

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It was near unbearable to move.

Zethes had stopped for breath when Khione re-entered. He looked up through one eye to see her, the obvious tear tracks and blood on his face, arms and body clearly didn't go unnoticed. Khione clapped, "Well done Zethes my brother. You did well."

Leo gulped and dropped his gaze to the floor, exhaustion and near defeat overcoming him. "They're coming." He said aloud, more to convince himself and his dying belief more than anything.

"What was that?" Khione asked dangerously, stepping towards him slowly, carefully.

Leos shaking form tried to face her, but the effort was too much. He slouched over, spitting up blood and saliva.

Khione tutted, and crouched in front of him again. The cold she radiated was painful, he wheezed each breath out, she lifted up his chin with two fingers again. His one good eye squinted at her in the blinding whiteness.

Exhaustion and pain was overcoming him, his eyes shut, only for a moment.

"Wake up." Khione snapped. Wether he couldn't or wouldn't he didn't know. He was so tired. "Wake up." Khoine demanded again. Hesitating before slapping him across the face. The sad part was he was so cold he didn't feel it.

It wasn't until he was under another vision, another memory. One he swore off forever. The one he had tried so hard to forget, so hard to bury, he nearly had.

It was too late to do anything about it.

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11-Year Old Leo was in his fourth Foster Home by that point.

The couple he was with were, granted, nicer than other families he had been with. Definitely not the best, but not the worse either.

She was an accountant and the other was a chef. The two of them clearly liked each other, always kissing and touching each other when either they or he, Leo, got home.

He had been living with them for a few months when it started happening. He'd get home from school as per usual and get on with things, wether it homework, tv, building things, chores etc. The two foster parents, Greg and Michelle, started to hang about him more often. When Leo sat on the couch to watch tv, Michelle would too and had a habit of rubbing Leo's thigh. When he did the dishwashing Greg would stand behind his with a hand on each shoulder. He thought nothing of it at first, it was what parents did to their kids, right? Maybe Greg and Michelle were trying to make them more a family? Greg, as a chef, travelled a lot and that left he and Michelle together often. But thats family life.

Right?

It started getting weird when Michelle, became very attentive of him. Finding any and ever opportunity to be closer physically to him. Watching him closely, standing over him as he did chores, when he was fiddling with whatever she'd stare at his and his tinkering items biting a finger between her over-glossed lips.

Greg was off for a week when it happened, some Chef course down South of Michigan.

It was a friday, he remembered dreading the weekend with his over fond foster mother. He came home, relieved to fing Michelle not home yet. He did his homework, did his chores and was walking downstairs to go watch tv when she came through the front door. She looked up the stairwell to see him three-quarters a way up. "Hello Leo." She smiled. Leo gave her a curt nod and wave.

"No hello back?" She asked. After the 'sir' and 'ma'am' couple, he was pretty bent on responding when asked a question.

"Hello Michelle." She started walking up the stairs, he stood aside to let her through.

She chuckled, "Such manners." She said, "I don't think i have to believe what the agency or your school says is true." Leo didn't know what to say back, so he kept quiet.

"Come," She instructed. "I need you for something." Leo gulped, but followed her upstairs anyway. She led him to her bedroom, letting him go in first. "Sit on the bed." She said, he did so as she took off her coat and hung it behind the door.

Leo watched her as her hand gently moved to the door knob, then further, and clicked the lock shut.

Leo's heart stopped with that one click. He gulped again, "Michelle, I'm thirsty, can i first get a drink please?"

Michelle placed the chair beside the door under the handle and lent against the adjacent wall, one arm propped above her head, one on her hip.

"No, Leo, because i am too, i need my drink." Leo was confused by that statement.

"Sorry?" He asked.

She walked towards him, slowly. As a reaction he lifted his knees to his chest and moved away from her across the bed a foot or two. She removed her jewellery slowly, placing it on the bedside table.

She murmured something under her breath.

"Pardon?" Leo asked.

She undid the buttons of her shirt, and repeated her murmur, clearer now. "Remove your shirt." She told him.

Leo started panicking. She undid more of her own buttons, then finished and turned to face him. She repeated her instruction; "Remove your shirt."

Leo panicked more. "No, i don't want to."

She lunged at him. He cried out in terror as she snatched his leg and pulled his flimsy t-shirt off his head, leaving the material over his eyes and arms. Her weight pinned him down and he felt her fiddling at his trouser buttons. They released and she pulled his trousers to around his ankles.

For some reason she lifted her weight off him for a moment. She was off long enough for him to pull off the rest of his t-shirt and grab at his trousers waist line, tears falling rapidly in serious distress to pull them up.

He looked up just too late, Michelle grabbed his two thin wrists and flipped him over so he was laying face down. He felt her tie his wrists together before flipping him over again. He screamed, but she shoved a rag in his mouth.

That night his dignity was taken away from him.

That night, he realised would never be the same.

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When his vision returned, he screamed.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" He shrieked at Khoine, sobbing just as much as that day. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" He spat at her and shrieked and tried to move as if he wanted to beat her into the icy ground. However, being immobile due to pain, ice and metal he couldn't. "YOU BITCH!" He screamed, still sobbing. He didn't notice when she slapped him after the insult. He did however feel it when she played the last 5 second over, and over again in his head. Too many times,

Just...too many.

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Hi. Just wanted to say, of course this isn't a common occurrence in foster homes. But I think it's important to inform people rape doesn't just happen to women. Sometimes it's done by women. This chapter is in no way an indication of what happens - none of this story is. It's pure fiction and I own nothing.

Yes. I know it's cruel to leave it like this for another day or two. Sorry.

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed.

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