Rae
26th July 2005, 05:29
Author's Warning: This story contains rape, physical/mental abuse, and murder. It was extremely difficult to write for obvious reasons; these are despicable and terrible acts. Please do NOT read this if you are underaged or a sensitive reader. Thank you.
Title: The Price
Author: CRae
Rating: NC-17/MATURE (for rape, physical/mental abuse & murder)
Summary: "Never look into the monster's eyes." Drabble.
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters/plots belong to DC Comics, The WB and others. No profit was made from this story.
Spoilers: None.
Category: Angst/Drama
Feedback: Is appreciated.
Notes: I picture this disturbing and sickening (& OOC) scenario a few years in the future, post-Commencement.
The Price
Warm, shockingly minty breath assaulted her nostrils as he panted above her. He held her wrists in a bruising grip as his hard, angry thrusts into her unwilling body made her head slam against the wall.
Her normally bright eyes, now dull with mental and physical pain, clenched shut as silent tears slipped down her cheeks. Don't look into the monster's eyes. Never look into the monster's eyes.
Sharp, white teeth dug in the flesh of her neck. Frenzied movements increased; the pounding unbearable. God, it hurt. It hurt so very much.
His free hand latched onto a nipple, pinching with a manicured nails until she had to bite her swollen lips to keep from crying out. Blood began to coat her tongue; the copper tang making her gag slightly.
The body so ruthlessly violating her own began to jerk wildly, signaling that her suffering would soon end. Mercy. Thank you, God.
As if he knew what she was thinking, he laughed cruelly and pressed his forearm against her windpipe, cutting off her air supply. Green eyes shot open; her body bucked, trying to escape from the monster that imprisoned her in so many ways. Silk sheets were clenched in white-knuckled fists as she gasped for precious oxygen. Save me. Please! Clark...
He let out a loud groan as he came, relishing the tension in the form beneath him. Enjoying the sensation of his warm seed coating the inside of her soft thighs. The aborted sobbing breaths that she couldn't let escape because he wouldn't let her. Wouldn't let her breathe. Wouldn't let her live. The bitch would never escape him. Even in death.
It was the price she paid when she became Chloe Luthor.
End.
07/20/05
National Sexual Assault Hotline
1-800-656-HOPE
http://www.rainn.org/
Title: The Price
Author: CRae
Rating: NC-17/MATURE (for rape, physical/mental abuse & murder)
Summary: "Never look into the monster's eyes." Drabble.
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters/plots belong to DC Comics, The WB and others. No profit was made from this story.
Spoilers: None.
Category: Angst/Drama
Feedback: Is appreciated.
Notes: I picture this disturbing and sickening (& OOC) scenario a few years in the future, post-Commencement.
The Price
Warm, shockingly minty breath assaulted her nostrils as he panted above her. He held her wrists in a bruising grip as his hard, angry thrusts into her unwilling body made her head slam against the wall.
Her normally bright eyes, now dull with mental and physical pain, clenched shut as silent tears slipped down her cheeks. Don't look into the monster's eyes. Never look into the monster's eyes.
Sharp, white teeth dug in the flesh of her neck. Frenzied movements increased; the pounding unbearable. God, it hurt. It hurt so very much.
His free hand latched onto a nipple, pinching with a manicured nails until she had to bite her swollen lips to keep from crying out. Blood began to coat her tongue; the copper tang making her gag slightly.
The body so ruthlessly violating her own began to jerk wildly, signaling that her suffering would soon end. Mercy. Thank you, God.
As if he knew what she was thinking, he laughed cruelly and pressed his forearm against her windpipe, cutting off her air supply. Green eyes shot open; her body bucked, trying to escape from the monster that imprisoned her in so many ways. Silk sheets were clenched in white-knuckled fists as she gasped for precious oxygen. Save me. Please! Clark...
He let out a loud groan as he came, relishing the tension in the form beneath him. Enjoying the sensation of his warm seed coating the inside of her soft thighs. The aborted sobbing breaths that she couldn't let escape because he wouldn't let her. Wouldn't let her breathe. Wouldn't let her live. The bitch would never escape him. Even in death.
It was the price she paid when she became Chloe Luthor.
End.
07/20/05
National Sexual Assault Hotline
1-800-656-HOPE
http://www.rainn.org/