Comforting Hands (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

I'm back and I've brought with me another chapter! Woohoo! Kidding, I was never gone. Anywhoo, even though I got no feedback at all, whatsoever, I wanted to upload another chapter. 

I think it's only appropriated to announce this, and give you the warnings up ahead: This next chapter includes Louis!Raped, probably bad-mouthing and other shite, and some swearing and bad language and all that... Most important that I think you should be aware of before reading this is the rape, RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPERAPERAPE (just in case someone skipped right to the chapter without reading this - I hope this attracted your attention! lol, luv ya, no offence intended!). 

Tha chapter's pretty long as well, isn't it? 

Hope you'll like it! Enjoy :) 

Chapter 2                                                         

He was suddenly feeling very helpless, his chest heavy. Something unpleasant settled down in his stomach. "Please…" he pleaded, feeling claustrophobic as they all took another step toward him. He put his hands on one of the man's chest, trying to push him back.

"Let's have some fun, uh?" the dark guy who approached him first said silkily, and took another step forward. 

Louis turned back to him, panicked, and his hands were now on the tall man's chest. He turned his head from one to another, as they all closed around him, and tried to push them away from him. "Please, just…" he mumbled, swishing between them senselessly, and swallowed hard, gawking at them. He opened his mouth slightly and tried to swallow again. It felt dry and sore. He tried to clear his throat as quietly as he could, preparing to shout.

One of them wrapped his hand around Louis's waist, and Louis jumped at the touch. They all laughed at him and the dark guy grabbed his shaky hands firmly. "You're coming with us, pretty face." He winked, and checked Louis out, playing with his bottom lip.

"Oh god, this is not happening," Louis started babbling to himself, looking at his feet aimlessly. WHERE IS EVERYBODY? The thought screamed in his mind. Why hasn't anybody come to look for him yet??  He raised his head to look at the tall guy. "Please, please don't do this." He pledged, horrified. "Oh god, HEL - ! mphff" he started raising his voice, but before he managed to shout for help the tall guy covered his mouth with his hand. Now he looked even scarier than before. His nostrils widened with fury. He was now holding Louis's hands with only one of his hands, and he squeezed them, hard. 

"Wrong thing to say, pretty face. I advice you not to try any of that again. Can't promise you this face of yours'll stay as pretty as it is now…" he brushed his thumb against Louis's cheek, and the boy trembled slightly. He tried to get out of the man's grasp, get both his hands and his mouth free. The dark man smirked at him at that, and looked up at his friends. "Looks like we found ourselves a real fighter this time!" he scoffed, looking smug, but still tightened his grip on Louis, as if as a warning. His friends laughed along with him.

"Augh, okay, enough with this! Come on Derk! My cock's aching for some fuck. Can we go now?" One of the men behind him said, annoyed. The tall, dark man, Derk, glared at him for a second, but then smiled at him with what seemed like a very forced smile.  

"Patience, Luke. But you're right. Let's go." He said, and then looked down at Louis. "Don't resist too much. I'm not in the mood for games. Remember this: you play – you pay." He warned him, sounding serious.