Save Me: A Deacury Fanfiction

Save Me: A Deacury Fanfiction (Oneshot)

Hi,
I hate this fanfiction and hate myself as well for writing it. I'm not even going to ask for votes or comments because...you'll see.
I'm so sorry Deaky.

Warnings: Raping, blackmail

The 23 year old bassist was coming home after hanging out with some of his friends. He was sharing the house with his lovely boyfriend, Freddie Mercury.
They had just released Sheer Heart Attack and became famous when Killer Queen became a hit.
John was rushing to the house to see his lover who would come a few hours later than him. He suddenly felt a hand cover his wrist and the hand pull him to a street corner. He screamed from fear and saw a stranger.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Sush, I'll tell you."

John tried to get his hand back but this only caused the man to hold his other wrist too and tighten the grip. It was causing bruises. John was terribly afraid.

"You're John Deacon from Queen, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes. I can give you an autograph if you want. You don't have to pull m-."

"That's not what I want."

He stopped for a second before continuing.

"And the lead singer, Freddie Mercury, is your boyfriend, isn't he?"

"Yes he is, why?"

"Perhaps you love him? Don't you John?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, I know some friends that know Freddie and they don't have very positive comments about him."

"What do you mean?"

The man pulled out a knife and pressed it against John's neck. He squeaked from fear and closed his eyes shut, clenching his teeth. He was squeezed between the wall and the man. The knife was hurting him but he could care less about the feeling of it. He was so scared.
"If you want Freddie alive and safe this time tomorrow, you'll do what I want!"
The man hissed, raising his voice.

"Yes! Yes I'll do. Just don't hurt him. Don't put him in danger. I beg you..." John said, tears drifting out from his eyes.

He flashed opened his eyes and finally understood what the man meant when he heard his own zipper opening.

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John ran as fast as possible, the man looking after him. He was crying uncontrollably and couldn't walk properly because of the pain he felt both physically and emotionaly.

"Save me Freddie...Come and save me like you always do." He whispered to himself.
He ran, squeaking, crying, breathing heavily. He finally got to the house, got in and locked the door behind him. He was trembling. He had cried all the way throughout the process from pain, fear, embarrasment and guilt. He felt like he cheated. Like he cheated on Freddie. He felt dirty, unfaithful, ashamed.
He sat on the ground and wiped his tears away. He couldn't cry anymore. He was in utter shock. He couldn't feel anything or hear anything. He started rocking back and forth. He got up and went to the mirror. He got his hair back and saw the cut on his neck. It wasn't deep but was cut. He covered it up again with his hair. He pulled his sleeve up and looked at the bruises around his wrists. He pulled them down. He looked at his thin lips which weren't so thin anymore. They were swelled up because of the man's kissing and because he had bitten into it through the process because of the pain.
He turned to the bed and sit on it, on his pillow, against the door frame. He pulled his feet up to his chest and held his knees. After a couple of minutes he heard the key turning and the door opening. He froze.