WARNING: Rape scene (though not explicit) and a fair amount of gore.
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"You're plastered." Payne mutters, shaking off a drunk who'd been scrabbling at her clothes clumsily, easily knocking him into the floor. If she had the luxury, she would have been so much more annoyed at this poor drunken fool who didn't recognize the tattoo colors on her arms or the piercings in her skin.
But it was a fact of life that everywhere in this God forsaken slum that people would be drunk on alcohol and libido, and that there were also some cruel men who would ambush young girls and have their way with them before dumping their abused bodies behind a dumpster somewhere. And so there was no point to Payne tearing apart every horny drunk that passed by her unless she wanted to commit genocide.
Pulling her thin jacket closer around herself, she sped up her pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible so she could leave all of this misery behind.
Luck clearly wasn't with her though because moments later, she found herself being pulled into a typically dark and filthy alleyway by a number of groping hands.
Payne let out a short scream of fury (how dare they presume to make a victim of her) as the hands pulled her into a mosh pit of bodies, all trying to touch, before falling deceptively limp when they covered her mouth with their disgusting hands, the precursor to their rape. And then the violation began, slowly at first as it always did; the molesters trying to show their dominance over one, wiry girl. Hands began to stroke and feel, caressing the curve of her breast and her ass, fingers sliding in between the curves of her legs and her lips, accompanied by the sounds of zippers being undone. Expression blank, she parts her lips willingly enough to allow them to slip into her mouth and she struggles not to cringe at the taste. Then seconds later, when she feels their fingers tugging at her waistband as she knew she would, she bit down. Hard.
Her captors’ hands loosened for a moment – all that she needed – and Payne exploded into action, lashing out like a cornered feral animal, shattering bones and clawing welts down their flesh. She wasn't the one who's screaming now, but them- screaming for a mercy that they had never shown others, screaming for an end that would come far too slowly (she’ll make sure of it). She wouldn't stop. Couldn't.
When Hugues finally found her an hour later, she's standing in a puddle of blood and filth, leaning against the blood smeared wall wearily, her hair hiding her face from view.
"Payne." Hugues calls out, because as far as he knew, Ailbhe did not exist in this world. She couldn't exist in this world as she was; she needed Payne here. Payne was no longer just a persona but a part of who Ailbhe was – had to be in order to survive. But when she looked up, he reassessed. Payne does not cry, did not look like a broken teenager trying to survive in a city where violence was the status quo, though her body was tense as a bowstring and huddled into herself. The girl in front of him who had Payne's tattoos staining her arms and neck, piercings littering her body had stains on her face, was telling him secrets in a strange voice that he'd never wanted to hear.
"Their hands felt like my family’s," and her voice was choked, and clogged with something that shouldn't belong there and Hugues felt that this wasn't the time, wasn't the proper surroundings for them to be talking of such things and so he walked over and kissed her as gently as he knew how.
And she began to cry in earnest again, heavy, gasping sobs.
"Don't." She pushed him away but he came back, holding her in his arms because Hugues was a gentleman, and gentlemen don't let women cry. "Don't be so kind to me. Don't make me laugh or stop crying. Go home Hugues."
"I won't." Hugues replied, his voice tight with something that he can't explain but he knew that he's on the verge of discovering something beautiful, life-changing, but that if he left now, he will never discover what it was.
"Go away Hugues, and run as far away from me because you shouldn't be around me." Payne cried out and pushed him away again, throwing herself against the opposite wall and Hugues only walked after her again. His boots crushed something under his foot and when he glanced at it, saw the remains of two dismembered fingers, separated from their hands at the second knuckle.
When he looked up, Payne's drawn a knife and was pointing at him, the blade still dirty from the blood. Hugues only shook his head, looking irritated.
"That can't possibly be hygienic." He told her nonchalantly and she swore under her breath before changing the blade's aim, bringing it to her neck.
"Go home Hugues." She told him again, trembling. "Or I'll fall in love with you."
"And what's wrong with that?" Hugues demanded, stepping towards her and a thin trickle of blood ran down her neck. Payne's eyes widened and Hugues lunged at her. In the aftermath of the ensuing scuffle which involves much swearing and some bleeding on both their parts, the knife clattered against the wall at the end of the alley. His hands pinned her shoulders against the wall even though the both of them know that if Payne had the will to, she could easily slip out of his grasp.
But Hugues' eyes held her in place as he repeats his question. "What's wrong with falling in love with me? We were supposed to be married once."
"Once upon a time in a fairy tale world." Payne murmured and she looked away. "And never again. It can't be you. Anyone but you."
"Why?" Hugues repeated again and Payne smiled at him, dryly, humorless, a broken smile so sharp that he can tear himself to shreds on the edges if he wanted to.
"Because I'm a crooked person and you're a straight person and I'll just drag you down with me and because you deserve so much better and you don't deserve to be loved by someone like you --" Payne continued, her broken smile curling into a sneer. Hugues thought it would have sounded a lot more convincing if she didn’t sound so defensive and hurt. Deciding he's had enough, Hugues cut her off the best way he knew how. He kissed her again.
She tasted like blood and sorrow and broken dreams. (He tasted of forbidden fruit and redemption, but Payne would be taking that knowledge to her grave.)
Payne tried to pull away, but Hugues pulled her closer because this time he wasn't letting go.
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Esther - Prompt 07
Date: 2009-10-02 06:52 am (UTC)***
"You're plastered." Payne mutters, shaking off a drunk who'd been scrabbling at her clothes clumsily, easily knocking him into the floor. If she had the luxury, she would have been so much more annoyed at this poor drunken fool who didn't recognize the tattoo colors on her arms or the piercings in her skin.
But it was a fact of life that everywhere in this God forsaken slum that people would be drunk on alcohol and libido, and that there were also some cruel men who would ambush young girls and have their way with them before dumping their abused bodies behind a dumpster somewhere. And so there was no point to Payne tearing apart every horny drunk that passed by her unless she wanted to commit genocide.
Pulling her thin jacket closer around herself, she sped up her pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible so she could leave all of this misery behind.
Luck clearly wasn't with her though because moments later, she found herself being pulled into a typically dark and filthy alleyway by a number of groping hands.
Payne let out a short scream of fury (how dare they presume to make a victim of her) as the hands pulled her into a mosh pit of bodies, all trying to touch, before falling deceptively limp when they covered her mouth with their disgusting hands, the precursor to their rape. And then the violation began, slowly at first as it always did; the molesters trying to show their dominance over one, wiry girl. Hands began to stroke and feel, caressing the curve of her breast and her ass, fingers sliding in between the curves of her legs and her lips, accompanied by the sounds of zippers being undone. Expression blank, she parts her lips willingly enough to allow them to slip into her mouth and she struggles not to cringe at the taste. Then seconds later, when she feels their fingers tugging at her waistband as she knew she would, she bit down. Hard.
Her captors’ hands loosened for a moment – all that she needed – and Payne exploded into action, lashing out like a cornered feral animal, shattering bones and clawing welts down their flesh. She wasn't the one who's screaming now, but them- screaming for a mercy that they had never shown others, screaming for an end that would come far too slowly (she’ll make sure of it). She wouldn't stop. Couldn't.
When Hugues finally found her an hour later, she's standing in a puddle of blood and filth, leaning against the blood smeared wall wearily, her hair hiding her face from view.
"Payne." Hugues calls out, because as far as he knew, Ailbhe did not exist in this world. She couldn't exist in this world as she was; she needed Payne here. Payne was no longer just a persona but a part of who Ailbhe was – had to be in order to survive. But when she looked up, he reassessed.
Payne does not cry, did not look like a broken teenager trying to survive in a city where violence was the status quo, though her body was tense as a bowstring and huddled into herself. The girl in front of him who had Payne's tattoos staining her arms and neck, piercings littering her body had stains on her face, was telling him secrets in a strange voice that he'd never wanted to hear.
"Their hands felt like my family’s," and her voice was choked, and clogged with something that shouldn't belong there and Hugues felt that this wasn't the time, wasn't the proper surroundings for them to be talking of such things and so he walked over and kissed her as gently as he knew how.
And she began to cry in earnest again, heavy, gasping sobs.
"Don't." She pushed him away but he came back, holding her in his arms because Hugues was a gentleman, and gentlemen don't let women cry. "Don't be so kind to me. Don't make me laugh or stop crying. Go home Hugues."
"I won't." Hugues replied, his voice tight with something that he can't explain but he knew that he's on the verge of discovering something beautiful, life-changing, but that if he left now, he will never discover what it was.
"Go away Hugues, and run as far away from me because you shouldn't be around me." Payne cried out and pushed him away again, throwing herself against the opposite wall and Hugues only walked after her again. His boots crushed something under his foot and when he glanced at it, saw the remains of two dismembered fingers, separated from their hands at the second knuckle.
When he looked up, Payne's drawn a knife and was pointing at him, the blade still dirty from the blood. Hugues only shook his head, looking irritated.
"That can't possibly be hygienic." He told her nonchalantly and she swore under her breath before changing the blade's aim, bringing it to her neck.
"Go home Hugues." She told him again, trembling. "Or I'll fall in love with you."
"And what's wrong with that?" Hugues demanded, stepping towards her and a thin trickle of blood ran down her neck. Payne's eyes widened and Hugues lunged at her. In the aftermath of the ensuing scuffle which involves much swearing and some bleeding on both their parts, the knife clattered against the wall at the end of the alley. His hands pinned her shoulders against the wall even though the both of them know that if Payne had the will to, she could easily slip out of his grasp.
But Hugues' eyes held her in place as he repeats his question. "What's wrong with falling in love with me? We were supposed to be married once."
"Once upon a time in a fairy tale world." Payne murmured and she looked away. "And never again. It can't be you. Anyone but you."
"Why?" Hugues repeated again and Payne smiled at him, dryly, humorless, a broken smile so sharp that he can tear himself to shreds on the edges if he wanted to.
"Because I'm a crooked person and you're a straight person and I'll just drag you down with me and because you deserve so much better and you don't deserve to be loved by someone like you --" Payne continued, her broken smile curling into a sneer. Hugues thought it would have sounded a lot more convincing if she didn’t sound so defensive and hurt. Deciding he's had enough, Hugues cut her off the best way he knew how. He kissed her again.
She tasted like blood and sorrow and broken dreams. (He tasted of forbidden fruit and redemption, but Payne would be taking that knowledge to her grave.)
Payne tried to pull away, but Hugues pulled her closer because this time he wasn't letting go.