Sex and the Treaty

"Nick p-please,"

*High Sexual Content Warning*

(It may disgust or offend some people because there is a chaos of sexual tension)

Stacy's perspective:

What the hell happened in that room? After I sent everyone out I could hear screams, ruckus and loud crashes. Seeing him, agitated with rage and trapped between guys' arms, like they were controlling him. I see his eyes, they're begging something. Before I could manage to unscramble the thoughts, Nick just went and swung his fists onto his stomach. 

My eyes widened. He bent down and said something I couldn't hear. I was shocked, why would he punch him like that and why was Nick bleeding from his lips. He thought about slapping Atticus so much that day and now he's punching him? 

"Why did you punch him?" I screamed walking towards Atticus. His eyes were wincing in pain and he shut them, trying to succumb to it. I felt angry now, why wasn't he hitting back?

"Atticus, are you okay--"Just when I tried to moved, Nick pulled my arm to his chest and he lifted me up his shoulders. What the hell? "Nick, let me go. What are you doing? Nick leave me, Atticus. What the hell, where are you-- NICK LET ME GO, STOP TOUCHING ME, LET ME GO--" 

"I'm tired of waiting for you." He mumbled and I shrieked more loudly, trying to wiggle out of his arms. 

I heard the door bang shut and he was striding towards my room. I screamed, trying to get off him and run away. Was that what Atticus was trying to tell me?

He opened my door and put me down. I tried to runaway but he pushed me more inside my room. He locked the door shut and turned back, screening my room for something. 

"What are you doing? Let me out." I yelled staying so close to my bed and far away from him. 

His eyes landed on my study table. Without sparing it another thought, he strode up and pulled my table out. I gasped loudly seeing how strong he was in moving the table. I was confused seeing what he was doing but I caught it right away when he pushed my table adjacent to the door. 

He was blocking all chances through which Atticus could enter my room. 

With the table as the barrier, he could never break the door open. I realized he was going to force me. I need to do something before I'm helpless. I ran towards the table and started to push it away. Tears just began flowing down my cheeks. I tried to push it away but I was no match to his strength. 

"You really don't get tired of being stubborn, do you?" He yelled pulling me by the arm in front of him. I was scared, I didn't think he'd stop. This was seeming too real right now. 

"Nick leave me. Please." I begged in front of him, facing his chest. 

"Sure. I'll leave you after I'm done with you, slut." He spat on my face and I could smell the alcohol hit my face. Shit. He was too drunk. "Now, just give me access to your kitty." He smirked running a hand on my underwear as he circled fingers on my clit.

"Nick, stop. Please." I begged shoving his hand away, but he caged me in his arms almost instantly. With one groan, he lifted me up and made me sit on the table in front of him. I yelled again, sobbing with tears all over my face. 

His hands spread my legs and I hated what I was wearing suddenly. He pulled my waist closer to his crotch and hit me like his dick was already in. I screamed when he pulled me much closer and his hardened crotch pressed against my panties. He pulled my face up and I tried to dodge his hand away.