Bite me | Harringrove

Chapter Eleven

⚠️TW: Sexual harassment/assault, not very detailed but wanted to put the warning anyway ⚠️

For the past two days, they have been looking endlessly for Steve. No one has slept and Jessica is working her best to find him, getting closer every time she tries. "He's on the outskirts of town, in an abandoned building... I can't see anything else." She says. 

"Where is it Jess, I need nearby places, signs, roads. Anything you can give me." 

She scrunched her brows in concentration. "No, nothing I don't. I don't see anything. He's like in the middle of nowhere."

Billy grabbed a pencil and paper. "Draw it, Jess." He said, putting the pencil in her hands, her eyes still closed. "This is some Twilight shit, dude," Robin muttered. Billy smirked. "At least this is interesting," Billy said back, Robin giggling. Jess starts to quickly sketch along with the paper, her hand moving at lightning speed. 

When she's done, she opens her eyes and nods, letting them know she drew it right. "Wait, let me see that?" Heather said, grabbing the paper. "This is Old Man Salik's barn. It's been abandoned for years. It's about 2 and a half hours from here."

"Well, two and a half hours too long, come on. I'm driving."

"Oh god."

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Steve woke up again, his body ached, mouth dry, lips irritated, and chapped. He slowly got up and sighed. His back was stiff, the awful mattress he's been sleeping on taking its toll. He groaned, noticing he could move his arms freely. The restraints were gone, he lept out of bed, hope giving him the energy he needed. 

He went up to the window, trying to bound his way through the glass, failing horribly. Next, he tries the door, jimmying the handle with no luck as well. He sat back on the bed, frustrated tears coming through. 

"Don't start crying again, Jesus. You really are a little bitch." He said, stomping in with ropes and a gag in his hand. "What do you want, whatever you want. Just please, let me go." Steve pleaded, messing with the bottom of his shirt. He clicked his tongue three times, mocking Steve. 

"Not letting you off that easy. All that begging won't get you anywhere. "I'm not that horny piece of shit Billy that gets off to the begging, oh no. Because I get what I want." He says, crawling up to Steve as he moves away. "Please just, let me go." He whispered, gulping at how close he was getting. 

"Already said no you bitch, now, didn't think I'd need this but apparently I do." He yanked Steve's head towards him and gagged him, tying him to the bed frame. "Now, stay." HE growled. He took off his shirt and started to undo his jeans. Steve closed his eyes wigging as much as he could in refusal. "Now, let's get this shirt off you, wanna see what's got that vampire so worked up."

He ripped Steve's shirt open, removing his shorts as well. He whimpered and Ford just mocked him again. "Poor Steve, not so safe now. Having an older man use you like this," he said, grazing his hand along Steve's chest. Steve tears didn't stop, kept streaming down his face and neck, finally stopping at his collar. Ford wiped them away. 

"Mmm, love it when they cry. Get me so fucking hot, Steve. Wanted to do this for so long." He says, voice low and dangerous. He kissed along Steve's chest and kept at it for what seemed like centuries. He rubbed Steve through his boxers, Steve hating himself as his dick gave a little kick, made him sick. 

"Well, won't you look at that, like being touched there?" Steve shook his head frantically, kicking his legs with muffled screams. "I wanna savor this. Want you to get good and scared before I go any further." He said, pointing up.