Twdg | Luke and Nick | idk who to love...

This isn't...

This wasn't happening... This wasn't happening. I twisted and turned trying to break free of his grip. But this only fuelled him; the more I squirmed the more he snarled in delight, as he continued to bury himself further into me.

I closed my eyes, in a hope to ease the pain, to block out the surroundings. I squeezed harder, so hard I could feel the first tears run down my face. This wasn't real this wasn't real. It was all a dream I know I just had to ---

I woke up on the soft grassy ground, the breeze still flowing by face. It was a dream, all just a dream. I turned to examine Luke only he wasn't there. Oh shit...

"LUKE!" I screamed.

"LUKE!"

"LUKE!"

And then I heard a voice...

"Luke here, you see he can't help you now..."

And that's when I snapped back. It wasn't a dream, and the pain wasn't imaginary. I couldn't see straight, but I could feel everything. I felt every twist and turn as he pushed himself further into me, causing me to let out a cry for help. He just roared with laughter, my cries fuelling his sadistic humour.

I've never experienced this type of pain before. I had experienced physical pain, and emotional but never at the same time. The excruciating pain seeped and spread throughout my entire body. I could feel knots multiplying and tightening in my stomach as I watched the small audience, powerless to do anything. Troy stood there laughing, his piggy face scrunched up traces of spit falling out from his mouth. Some of the other members of Carver's crew seemed to be disgusted at the scene...

"You don't have to do this, Bill!" It seemed as if he was oblivious to the pleas.

I twisted my head towards the side, trying to get a better view. And then I saw Luke, body shaking, face steaming, tears spewing down his face. At first I could barley recognise him; it was rare to see him upset, let alone distraught. His body was shaking like mad and I could feel the pang of pain of his face. Somehow seeing him like this hurt more than the embarrassment, hurt more than Carver, hurt more than my mother ---

"Luke..." I rasped, barley able to whisper. I breathed in hard in an attempt to ease the pain.

"Hel --- help me."

He suddenly got back to his senses, running full speed like a buffalo, the amount of anger expressed on his face indescribable. I watched as he sprinted and then fell at the hands of Troy, to which he stayed.

"EVERYONE STAY THE FUCK BACK!" He screamed, and I watched as Carver's smile amplified at the loyalty.

"Enjoying this sweetheart?" I felt his evil gaze on mine.

"Please --- Carver... Just... Just stop."

"What was that sweetheart? I couldn't hear you.... Oomf."

"No! No! No! NO! JUST STOP PLEASE!" His manhood was too much for my inexperience.

He just ignored me, groaning and moaning,

"CARVER! LUKE! BONNIE! JANE! ANYONE! PLEASE JUST HE --- "

The next bit was a blur, but I remember a hand connecting my cheek, almost knocking me out. I gave up, and that's when the tears really started spewing. They were my only source of comfort. All I had to do was wait...

"Just cry... Just keep crying.." I told myself. It would be over, the nightmare would be over, and things would just go to normal, I just had to wait it out... I had to ---