Title: Remedy

Author: Slim

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don’t own name brands. Characters and everything else belong to me. Please don’t take or use anything without my permission.

Warnings: Rape, cussing, and m/m.

A/N: It isn’t really like anything I’ve ever written before, but the plot was nagging at me. If you like it, review or e-mail me your feedback. I may need some encouraging.

Chapter 1: Pain

He threw me on the bed and straddled my waist. His hands pulled at my hair and scratched my skin until he drew blood. There was time when I didn't know if he meant to hurt me or if it was just a display of his attraction. I soon learned he meant everything he said and did to me.

Our clothes landed in a heap on the floor. The flames of the candles created odd-looking shadows that flickered on and off and danced around the walls. Some looked like deformed people. I silently cried to them for help.

He got on top of me and captured my mouth with his. He bit down too hard and I tasted blood. My own blood. I didn’t know how to stop this. It was nothing I had dreamed sex with my boyfriend would be. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to make him stop hurting me. But when I opened my mouth, no sounds came out. And I couldn’t pull away. His grip was so strong. So uncomfortably strong. Not like the warm embrace that makes you feel so safe and loved.

My cuts broke open. He didn’t even notice. He penetrated me and I knew ending this was beyond my control. He immediately began thrusting in and out of me. In, out, in, out. Over and over.

It wasn't long before he screamed obscenities and came. I didn’t even feel pleasure.

And it still wasn’t over.

He handcuffed me to the bedposts, as if his hands weren’t enough to keep me down. He found his belt, an accessory he never forgot to bring with him to our meetings. I remembered last time. The marks were still displayed on my chest and back. They had barely had time to fade away.

I don’t know how many times he whipped me with that belt. I stopped counting at seven.

It was extremely painful. But he didn’t quit until he was satisfied. My whole body went numb.

He acted as though I was his slave. I guess that’s what I was. Every move I made hurt more than anything but I didn't want him to make it worse. He took off my handcuffs. I rubbed my wrists as tears stung in my eyes. But I wasn't going to cry. Not in front of him. I was embarrassed and I think he knew it. He laughed as if this were funny. To him it probably was.

"Get the hell out of here. Come back tomorrow." He threw my clothes to me and pushed me out the door. "If you don't, I'll know where to find you."

I hated his voice. He always spoke with so much confidence. He knew he was stronger than me and he took advantage of that.

I dressed outside on his porch. I didn't care if anyone saw me. No one went outside at three in the morning in a town without any bars, anyway.

Tears ran down my face as I ran home. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to run forever, until I was nowhere. No one could hurt me if I was nowhere. Is there a place like that? There has to be. Where else would all the abused souls go?

If I could have taken the whole night into my own hands, would I have ended it?

No.

I could never end it. I'm too weak. I'm pitiful. He's told me a million times and now I believe it.

I wish I was dead.