Alone Together (a Patrick Stump fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Three *LEMON*

                       AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear lovely readers, I had to disappear for a while because of work and school oh and fucking writer's block. (Writer's Block is DEADLY. Just saying.) I feel that I need to put a warning before this chapter because it's going to be pretty dark and it's going to be focusing on just Rose.The next chapter will be filled with Sassy Patrick ;) Hope you enjoy and I'm very sorry for not updating in so long!!!                                

                                                                          Rose's POV 

"You will NOT be leaving my sight no matter what. Your official punishment starts today. That hit was nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you." As he spoke my heart began to sink.

All because I wanted to escape. Why is this happening? I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I looked away from him.  He leaned forward with a smirk before he placed a hand gently on my thigh before squeezing it tightly, his nails digging into my thigh, I whimpered softly. He chuckled as he got onto the bed and I struggled to get lose of the ropes.

"My dear Rose, you are not going anywhere. You will learn your place. I'm going to take it slow and enjoy every moment of you." His breath was hot against my neck as he spoke. 

I shuddered as I tried to pull myself away from him. He forced me to look at him, he was holding onto my jaw strongly causing me to wince. He smiled and I just wanted to wipe that stupid grin of off his face. Anger began to build up more and more as he spoke his little spill about how I was going to love him. I just wanted to shut him up and not have to look at his face. I gathered as much saliva as I could and spitted on him.

"BITCH!" He yelled out as he smacked the hell out of my cheek. It burned but it was so worth it. If he thinks he can mess with me without any consequences then he has  another thing coming for him. He took the bottom of his shirt and wiped the spit off of his left cheek. He glared down at me and I just smiled right back. I was done with being a victim.

"You. Will. Regret. That." I could see the anger boiling up inside of him as his face turned slightly red. I gulped but was prepared for anything. He began to tear my clothing off as he looked at me. I think he was hoping to see fear in my face but nope, I was still smiling. Now, don't get me wrong, I am terrified right now but I can't show him that. 

"You won't be smiling anymore after I'm through with you, love." He chuckled darkly as he pulled his jeans and boxers off. He stood before me completely naked and I gulped. My eyes trailed down to my own body and it was completely bear. What did I get myself into?? 

I might as well keep my attitude up, he's not going to break me down. "What are going to do? Attempt to fuck me? Well, good luck with that small dick of yours." 

"Haha. You think you're so funny, trust me babydoll this is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me. In fact, it's going to be so fucking pleasurable to watch you become a ghost of who you used to be. I am going to tear you apart until your nothing. Only I will be your savior." He said as he forced my legs opened. 

I tried to fight against him, this was something that I didn't want.  He smiled as he watched the fear I didn't want to show filled my face. He pushed himself into me, roughly and I let out a scream. He kissed my neck as he forced himself in and out of me. Each thrust was filled with excruciating pain. I pulled against the rope so much so that blood started to drip. I couldn't help but cry, I just wanted to this to be over.

"Where's the snarky jokes? Got anything else sarcastic to say?" He said before biting down on my shoulder. 

"I have nothing to say to you..." I could barely speak, my throat was raw from the screaming and crying.

I heard him grunt as he picked up the pace and I knew that this was almost over. 

"Shit, I'm going to cum." He let out a moan as he came.

He laid on me, breathing heavily. "That was fun, wasn't it Rose?" 

I couldn't look at him. I felt disgusting, robbed, and cold. The tears kept flowing down my cheeks as I looked out the window. I felt him get off of the bed and I just curled up the best I could with my wrist still being tied up. My wrist were burning and hurt so much. In fact, my entire body was sore and I was in so much pain. He wasn't kidding about punishing me. 

I don't know how long I was asleep because when I woke up it was dark. I stretched out and winced. I tried to swallow but couldn't because of how raw my throat was. I sighed and tried once more to get out of the ropes. It was no use all it did was reopen the scabs. I laid there defeated as the tears revisited me again. I was completely hopeless. 

I need to get that fire back if I am going to survive this. I heard the door open as he came in carrying something in his hand. I heard him chuckle as he brought whatever that was down hard on my stomach. It stung and I bit down hard on my lip in pain. 

"Fuck you." I muttered, glaring at his shadowy figure. 

He brought down the whip again. "What was that?"

I just cried out unable to say anything.

"That's what I like to hear, silence." He laughed again as he whipped me again.

I wasn't able to get away from him, I felt so very trapped.

"Punishing you is fun. Will you not escape if I take the ropes off of your wrist?" He asked, trailing the whip up and down my chest and stomach.

I nodded, "Yes, I promise." Anything to get the rope off. 

He undid the rope and I could feel myself smiling. I let my arms down with joy and just before I could relax again, he brought down the whip again. I cried out.

"Don't even think about doing anything." He snarled. 

I just nodded unable to speak once again. 

"Good girl, now that's your punishment. Don't test me because I can be way worse than this. Just realize that Patrick isn't going to save you anymore. You're mine, Rose. Learn to love me." He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I felt myself freeze up filled with fear. 

"Now, you are going to bathe and relax until dinner is ready." He set down a towel and nightgown next to me. 

I waited till he left the room until I attempted to stand up. The moment I was up in the air I felt like I was going to fall over. I couldn't even handle my own weight, I was in so much pain. I slowly made it to the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and turned the warm water on. I got up again and looked at myself in the mirror.

I cringe at what I saw. I had dark circles and my green eyes were dull. I looked sickly and my hair was a mess. I looked down at my wrist and sighed sadly. They were pretty messed up and would be scarred. I looked down at the rest of my body and looked away disgusted. I had bruises everywhere, my body looked like a battlefield. 

I walked away from the mirror and slowly climbed into the bathtub. I leaned back and let the warm water soothe my aching body. I couldn't help but cry as I laid there. Patrick, I miss you...

(Sorry about this chapter XD Next one is going to be more lighthearted with badass fighting. :o Regardless, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next chapter will be out in a few days.)