Sweet dreams are made of screams

Hide in the shadows

Pogo's P.O.V:

"Well this is depressing." I sighed, everyone looked at me then nodded in agreement. We sat next to eachother on a couch waiting for something mildly interesting to happen.

Suddenly Brian barged into the room with pure hate in his eyes. I quickly stood up. "Marilyn, what happened?" I asked, more worried than I should of been. He always takes his anger out on us. "That little shit cheated" he mumbled to himself. "What? Who?" He hasn't had a relationship since Twiggy. And then I noticed it, the small hickeys on his neck. I've seen them before...Twiggy.

"Uhm, Manson" Zim said, standing up. " You haven't been in a relationship with Twigs since school." Mansons head quickly snapped towards Zim, staring him deep in the eyes. "Twiggy is mine! My little princess, my doll! Anyone who touches him will fucking perish!" And then he stormed out.

What the fuck?

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Marilyn's P.O.V:

Fuck him! Blood? Really? How hard has he been getting fucked? I growled to myself and stomped out the building. I yanked my phone from my pocked and dialed an old number. "Hey, Tim. Yeah it's Marilyn, wanna come hang out?"

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Twiggy's P.O.V:

I lie on the bed, twitching and sobbing. What did I do wrong? Why did he leave so suddenly? Fuck! I ruin everything. I slowly crawled off the bed and back to the dressing room. I attempted to rub my make up off with my hand, only to smudge it even more. I then removed all my clothes and pulled a grey night gown over my head and on.

I slowly walked into the lounge where I found Pogo and Zim Zum talking with drinks in their hands. They looked up at me when they heard the door crack open. "Oh." Pogo sharply said. "Hey, J" Zim sighed, patting the couch next to him, gesturing me to come over. I went and sat next to him. Surprisingly he put his arm around my waist and pulled me in for a hug. I burried my head in his shoulder. This felt so good, all I wanted was a hug for so long now.

Suddenly I felt my neck being poked. I jumped then realised it was Pogo. "Brian really touched you then?" He chuckled. I placed my palm on my neck to cover the hickeys. I nodded, not wanting to admit my shame. "Wait, he told you??" I asked in shock. "Yep. He's gone off in a rage though" He informed. "What why?" I needed to know why he just left the room like that. Zim shook his head frantically, telling Pogo not to tell me but I pleaded. Pogo sighed. "He was...very protective over you and said something about killing anyone who touched you?" Oh shit! "He thought I cheated? He thought I cheated!" I jumped off the couch and practically ran to find Brian. "People really need to stop just running off like that!" I heard Pogo complain as I left, causing me to giggle a little.

I picked up the pace as I ran through the corridors until I heard music playing. No one else was here apart from our tour managers and Zepp but none of them listen to Pink Floyd. I found the room we were in earlier. I swung the door open and barged in. "Marilyn, I know why you're mad-" my heart stopped. Infront of me Lied Tim fucking Sköld on top of Brian's naked body. Tears pricked at my eyes as they both glared at me. "W-why?" I sobbed. "Because you did it first, Twiggy!" Marilyn snapped. I shook my head frantically. "No! Brian I didn't!" I pleaded. " Oh yeah like I'd believe that coming from the mouth of a little bitch like you!" He scowled. "Twiggy, just get out..." Tim told me. I shook my head again. "Daisy, he-he..." I sobbed. "What, Twiggy? What about Daisy?" Marilyn rolled his eyes. Comfortably numb played in the background as I struggled on words. "He raped me..." I whispered. "Speak up for fucks sa-"
"Daisy raped me!" I screeched. Marilyns eyes grew wide as he pushed Tim off. "He fucking what?!" Manson sneered. "Forget it!" I cried, slamming the door and running back to the dressing room.

I had just reached the door when my wrist was grabbed. I whimpered as I was tackled and slammed against the wall. I looked up to see Brian with the same sympathetic look as before. "Marilyn, don't even! I've had enough of your bullshit. Stop using me as a toy!" I guess he wasn't listening because his lips quickly fell onto mine and his tongue was in my mouth before I could say another word.

I wish I could of stopped him but I was weak beneath him. I craved his touch, his kiss, his warmth. I craved Brian. I let him do what he wanted to me because I was still his. I belonged to him. I always have and I always will be. I will never be able to get him away, I can't hate him. I just can't...

He finally released, only to find his hand to my bare dick under my night dress. I gasped and so did he. He hoisted me up and told me to wrap my legs around his waist, I obeyed. He then slammed into me with no warning. He knew how much it would of hurt and he knew I was going to bleed but he also knew how much I wanted him. I hadn't had sex in nearly three years. I have never had consensual sex with anyone other than Manson.

He began to thrust, grunting as he did so. I couldn't tell if it felt good or it was agonising but the pressure inside me jolted me back and fourth. I burried my head into Mansons neck and pulled his hair. "M-more" I whispered in his ear. He pushed harder and harder. He didn't moan like he used to, he made strained grunts and growls.
I then realised I was bleeding. Droplets of red poured down my ass and onto the floor. "Manny!" I loudly moaned, hoping he'd stop but also wanting so much more.

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Manson's P.O.V:

"Manny!" My little dolly moaned. He hasn't called me that in forever. Innocents and anxiety laced his words. I found him so adorable, he was such a little slut for me, he couldn't resist me. I wanted to moan all these dirty profanities in his ear but something stopped me. Was it remorse? No it couldn't of been. I lost all sympathy...

With a few more thrusts I came inside of him with no warning. He didn't cum at all, he didn't even beg. I pulled out and set him on his feet. Blood smothered my groin, his thighs and the floor. I sighed, pulled his dreads back and kissed his forehead and began to walk away when his tiny hand grabbed mine. "Can I...sleep with you tonight?"
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Twiggy's P.O.V:

We were back at that same hotel now, but thankfully in a room four doors down from Daisy and I's.
Manson and I were lying underneath the cold bed sheets, he was spooning me, already asleep. My head was killing and thoughts wouldn't go away. My insomnia never went away and I never got prescribed pills.

My ass throbbed and I was dying for a glass of water. I hadn't eaten or drunk all day. I attempted to heave Marilyns arm off me, but he woke up instantly. I flinched as his eyes shot open and he instantly sat up. "Oh, Twiggy, it's just you." He breathes. "Sorry! I just need some water..." I say, trying not to make eye contact. He nodded and lied back down, rolling over. Part of me was expecting and hoping he'd get it for me like he used to. I was in so much pain and my mind felt broken. Although the room was small I was scared for my life getting up in the dark and going to the fridge.

"I'm in alot of pain." I sighed and whispered to his sleeping form. I was about to roll out of bed when he suddenly spoke. "Twiggy, just ask me to get it for you." I jumped, I thought he was asleep. I blushed in the dark with embarrassment.

He got up in an instant and walked to the mini-fridge and took out a bottle of water. He flicked on the light switch, took off the water cap, placed one hand on my head and began pouring the water down my throat, I gagged and tried to remove his hand but he didn't stop until the bottle was empty. I coughed and he threw it in the trash. "Come on, you'll need the bathroom after that." What??

He took my hand and walked me to the bathroom and pushed me in. I awkwardly stared back him, he just nodded at me to do something. I turned my back to him and pulled my dress up and took a piss. It took way longer than usual, I was very nervous with him staring at me like that.

"Okay! Done!" I rolled my eyes. "Ah, wash your hands!" He ordered. I grunted and slapped the tap on, quickly washing them and hurriedly getting into bed. I pulled the covers up to my neck. "Aren't you going to say thank you?" He scoffed. Shame pricked at me once again. "S-sorry, Mari." I really meant it and I didn't know why. I guess a part of me really was afraid of him. "Good boy" he praised, getting in next to me and hugging into me.

Is this feeling real?