Back Again//// Ryden **Completed**

A Nightmare Come True

Ryan's POV. 

Sam. I was right, he is after me. And now Brendon could die. Because of me. 

"NO! LET- NO!" I strain against the handcuffs, they cut into my wrist. Blood drips down my arm. But I don't care. "BRENDON!" I scream. I watch him as Sam say something to him. "STOP!!" I shout. Brendon looks at me. Then Sam slaps him. "LET HIM GO!" I scream. I kick my legs around. I look up again. I see Sam punch Brendon. "NO!" I shout. I kick harder. 

I can't do anything but watch Brendon be beaten up. After the guys leave, I see Brendon covered in blood and bruises, his eyes close for a second, as if he's trying to squeeze the pain out. "NO!" I kick my legs and squirm around trying to get free. Sam walks in. 

"You really have to stop shouting and screaming like a child." He says. He looks at two guys. "Pin him down." He commands. A chill runs down my back. They pin me down by my wrists and ankles. Sam removes the handcuffs on my wrists, he doesn't remove them from the bedpost. I try to slap him or hit him. But I'm pinned down and I'm not strong enough. He removes my shirt. Then he puts the handcuffs back on. One handcuff for each wrist. One side connected to the bed, the other side around my wrist. I try to move, but I'm still pinned down. "Okay," Sam says, the guys walk away and close the door. 

"S-Sam? Please, I'm s-sorry-" 

"You were always weak." He scoffs. "It's been a while, but I assume you know what we will be doing tonight." 

"P-please..." I plead. "Sam, I won't t-tell anyone about today- Please just let Brendon go."
"Do you think I'm stupid or something? He goes and I'll get caught." He scoffs.

"H-How a-are you not i-in jail r-right now?" 
"Escaping was way too easy." He smiles. He proceeds to remove my jeans. 
"No.." I choke. I look over at Brendon, he stares into my eyes. I see the fear in his eyes. I bite down on my lip. Suddenly something hits me in the gut. I let out a pained scream. Brendon fights against the ropes yelling my name. Anger fills his eyes. He shouting and trying to get free. I kick my legs around. Sam grabs my ankles. He pushes them forward. I'm in a position as if I'm about to do a sit up. He slides my boxers off. I try to move but he slaps me. He removes his clothes and kneels over me. "I like this feeling, I missed this." He purrs. I tense my shoulders as he continues to touch me. Adding bruises to my neck. He sucks on my collarbone. I kick my legs around but he's on top of me and I can't move. I make eye contact with Brendon and beg for help. He continues to fight against the ropes. He's shouting and screaming. 

Sam brushes a finger over my hole sending chills through my entire body. I feel him enter and I let out a scream. I groan and try to kick him off. He bites on my lip too hard. He licks the blood on my lip. Pain still shoots through my body. His fingernails dig into my side. 

"S-STOP, PLEASE," I scream in pain. 

"STOP!" Brendon shouts. "SAM I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD. STOP. D-DO THIS TO ME, STOP HURTING HIM." His voice is scratchy. His eyes filled with hatred. Sam turns and smiles. "Nah." He whispers. He turns back to me and starts thrusting. 
I scream again. I let out countless groans in pain too. I bite my lip. I try to kick him again but I can't. 

Then he slaps me. A sharp pain on my cheek. 

He lets out a moan. I almost gag in disgust. 

"SAM YOU-" A guy punches Brendon. 
"NO!" I scream I strain against my handcuffs. I turn to Sam. "Let him go! You can do whatever you want with me. Let him go! Stop hurting him!" I beg. Sam lets out a sigh. He stops and gets up. He puts his clothes back on. He stares at my bare body for a few seconds. Then he leaves. The other guys leave too, leaving me and Brendon. 

"Ryan... Are you okay?" Brendon shouts. I nod slowly. "Sorry, that was a stupid question." 
"Are you?" I shout back. 

"What? I'm fine. Sure some blood, but you have it worse." 
"Why did they go after you too?" 
"Apparently because if I found out you weren't home I'd worry and call someone. Which I would definitely do." He glares at the camera in the corner. 
"I'm sorry," I whisper. Tears fall from my face. "Brendon?" He looks up, "If we don't make it through this-"

"Don't finish that sentence. We will make it. Okay? Are you cold? You're shaking."

"From fear I guess..."