Fighting With Webs

Chapter Five

***** RAPE TRIGGER WARNING*****

Jasmine closes the shop, huffing, the snow was starting to melt and it was warming up, during the day. Nights were still cold and she still had to walk home.

Months had passed since she discovered Peter's secret. Since she discovered Peter knew her secrets.

Months had passed since she spoke to Peter. She stopped talking to Peter, Ned, and Michelle. She didn't talk to anyone at school and distanced herself. She started stopping in an alleyway on her way home from work at night, staying there for hours on Friday nights, telling Kylie and Brandon she just went to a party. In reality she had begun smoking more than before.

Jasmine leans against the side of the building in the alley she was in, closing her eyes she took a hit off her joint.

"You shouldn't be smoking that stuff baby girl." A grungy man says as he walked up to her, smirking, "Although, if you really like it I can get you some more if you do me a few favors." He had each of his arms on either side of her, keeping her trapped against the wall.

"Let me go." Jasmine says, trying to keep herself calm. When the man didn't move she shoved the lit joint into his mouth before using all of her strength to push him off of her.

"Oh no you don't, you bitch." The man snarls after spitting out the joint. He grabbed her roughly, shoving her onto the hard concrete. "You'll pay for that." He pins her arms above her head, using his belt to trap her arms against a sewer grate. He took out a dirty rag and shoved it in her mouth to keep her quiet.

Jasmine stared at the man in absolute fear, tears pouring down her face as she tried to wiggle too much.

The man laughs darkly, pulling down his pants as he slid her panties down from under her skirt.

Jasmine chokes on sobs from underneath the rag gag. Trying to beg him to leave her be, unable to get the words out as he thrust in and out her, she could feel him groping her as he thrust in and out.

After what felt like hours, when in reality it was merely minutes, the man pulled out and pulled up his pants. He spit on Jasmine's face before just leaving, leaving her bound by the belt and gagged with his dirty rag. Her skirt was up to reveal her and her underwear were around her ankles.

Jasmine's face burned with tears as she tried to get herself free from her restraints. She couldn't call for help and it was already dark. She'd freeze to death before anyone found her. She could feel herself slipping into the world of unconsciousness.

Jasmine groans as she started regaining consciousness. Her head was pounding and she could feel a burning sensation between her legs.

Questions ran through her head as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark of the room she was in.

"Hello?" Jasmine asks, her voice incredibly scratchy and hoarse. Her throat burned in pain as she spoke.

No one answered Jasmine's voice, but the room was empty, she was strapped to a chair in the middle of the room, her legs strapped to the legs which were bolted to the flood, and her wrists tied to the arms of the chair.

Jasmine tries to pull her wrists free, she didn't know how long she had been there, what they had done to her, or anything. She was terrified.

"Hello Jasmine." Light suddenly flooded the room as a man stepped in. The man wore a blue hazmat suit and the visor was tinted so Jasmine couldn't see inside his face once her eyes adjusted to the light.

"Who are you?" Jasmine rasps, "Where am I? How long have I been here? How did I get here?" She asks, her throat begging her to shut up.

"Who I am is no concern." The man spoke, "You're in a base for the organization I am a part of. You've been here for almost thirty-five hours now. Another worker had found you, tied up to a sewer drain, it seemed as though you had been raped." He explains casually, "He brought you here and cleaned you up before we put you here."

"Why am I here?" Jasmine asks, her voice betraying her as it shook.

"We want to run some tests on you." He says, holding up three needles with something in them, one was glowing green while another was glowing red, the final one was a clear liquid.

"No!" Jasmine struggles against her new restraints, tears pouring down her face.

Another man came in, punching her.

"If you tell us who Spider-Man is we'll let you go." The first man says, she could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'll never tell you." Jasmine says, surprised with herself as she protected the boy who betrayed her.

"Oh, you will." The man smirks, the second man slapping Jasmine roughly before using a knife to leave a cut on her cheek.

Jasmine whimpers, closing her eyes.

Jasmine lifts her head weakly as someone came into the room she was trapped in, "Please, no more." She whimpers, her face was swollen, she had been here for two weeks now.

"Let me inject you with these and you're free." The man from day one says, laughing evilly.

"Fine." Jasmine whimpers, giving in, wanting to get out of there.

The man walked over, taking the green one first as he injects it in through her shoulder, "No clue what abilities any of these will give you, if any." He smirked. injecting the red one in the crease of her elbow before injecting the clear one into her wrist.

A second man walks in, blindfolding Jasmine as he picked her up over his shoulder after undoing her restraints. Carrying her somewhere she suddenly realizes she's in a moving car.

After what felt like ages Jasmine is left somewhere blindfolded and still restrained.

Hey guys! Sorry for such a dark chapter. What do you think was injected into Jasmine? Where was she left?

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