Prince of Porcelain

Chapter 20: Raped

   Poor Abraham. How could someone's own mother do that to them? At least he had one living person that cared about him...
   Looking down at Prototype, I saw him looking up at me with an open mouth. It was difficult to read his emotions, but he seemed both confused and sad.
   "Why would his mommy do that to him?" Prototype asked me. "Abraham seemed nice."
   "I... I don't know," I responded, closing The Diary. I did know. I just didn't want to ruin my new friend's innocence.
   Suddenly, I could hear footsteps approaching from down the hall. Marcus. I could now recognize his stomping feet and fast, threatening pace. No one else here walked like he did. No one else's footsteps could strike fear into me like his did.
Then I remembered the two important things that lay in my lap. The Diary and Prototype. Marcus could not see them. Quickly stuffing The Diary under my pillow, I held Prototype in one hand.
"Listen to me, Prototype," I began, looking into his hollow eyes. "Don't make a sound until I leave the room."
"O-ok," he replied, staring at me with an open mouth.
"Thank you," I whispered, placing Prototype under the pillow with The Diary.
My heart beat faster as I heard Marcus' footsteps come closer to me. My uncle entered my prison with a wicked grin on his face, looking at my fearful state.
   "Get up," he said, still smiling. "I have special plans for you today." Not wanting any more pain to endure, I stood up and approached Marcus, trembling. "Good boy... very obedient," my uncle said, pleased at my obedience as he grasped my chin. "If you keep this up, then I may not be as harsh on you..."
He's trying to convince me to do his bidding. Sliding his hand down my back, Marcus began to lead me out of my prison. I couldn't help but tremble as I didn't struggle or protest.
   "No need to be afraid," my uncle said, feeling my body tremble. "It won't be as bad as you think." He's lying. Does he know I know he isn't telling the truth? Does he like lying to me? Probably. Does he like it because he thinks I'm smart enough to... oh... I overthink everything...
   Before I knew it, Marcus had led me to his bedroom. Hell in one room. My body trembled harder as I held back tears of fear. My uncle walked over to the vanity stand, placing me at the foot of the bed.
   Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Marcus pulling his shirt off. My breath hitched as fear of the obvious grew inside me. I don't want to do this. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I walked toward the door, with Marcus only looking at himself as his shirt fell to the floor.
   Then, his head tilted as his eyes moved slightly, still looking in the mirror. He turned to me, clearly annoyed, and I froze. Damn it. Marcus then slowly pulled out a terrifying object from the vanity stand's top.
   Pulling his fingers around some kind of trigger made a clicking sound, and I jumped and stared at it in fear. My uncle held the strange object by a vertical handle, and a metal barrel-shaped piece was horizontal on top of it. A small hole was at the end of the object's barrel, and it was pointed at me.
   "I'm starting to get tired of you defying me," Marcus said, his finger still on the trigger. "That Joshua is rubbing off on you... Get on the bed." I couldn't help but stand and stare in fear, not wanting to obey Marcus.
   "You really don't want me to pull this trigger," he continued, his growing anger clear on his face. "Do it!" I cowered at Marcus' sudden scream, and slowly began walking towards the end of the bed. Please... don't let this happen. Joshua... please save me...
   Still pointing the metal object at me, Marcus followed me as I reached the foot of the bed once more. My uncle stood in front of me, blocking any way of escape. His fingers travelled to the collar of my shirt and began to pull it off of my torso.
I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a whimper in fear. As I closed my eyes, I thought I felt a tear roll down my cheek. The next thing I felt was the shirt falling off my back, and Marcus' rough hand drying my cheek.
"Don't be afraid of me," he whispered into my ear, making me flinch and become tense. "I'm your family, remember? Open your eyes... unless you want more pain..."
I immediately opened my eyes, feeling weak for so easily giving in to my abusive uncle. He smirked at me for only a second before everything...
Everything just...
No...
STOP!
The screams from my mind couldn't stop Marcus from connecting his lips with mine. In my nightmare, it didn't feel like this. This felt like everything in my body just... broke. Nothing filled me except... fear... of... everything.
Not wanting to feel Marcus' rough lips on mine for another second, I began mumbling and screaming behind his lips. He paid no mind to me as he grasped my wrists to keep me from struggling and his lips overtook my own.
   After struggling furiously for a few moments, I was able to free my wrists and shove Marcus off of me. He grinned at me as he licked his lips, probably wanting my skin on his mouth once again.
   "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I screamed, trying not to show fear, but failing miserably.
   "Oh," my uncle hissed. "A lot of things, my darling boy." He knows that I know he's crazy. Well, who wouldn't?
   Marcus shoved me down on the bed and held me down by my wrists, and continued to kiss me. Not daring to look at my uncle, I clamped my eyes shut as I struggled furiously and let out muffled screams and protests. My stomach turned as Marcus climbed on top of me on the bed.
"If you know what's good for you," he said, breaking away from my mouth for a moment. "I suggest that you kiss me back. If you ever want to see your precious Joshua again..."
At first, I refused in my head, but then I thought of Joshua. My one friend and protector. The man I loved. I couldn't have him taken from me... not forever...
Trembling from weakness and fear, I kissed Marcus back, my lips feeling weak and almost numb. My uncle's lips still overtook mine, and it felt like he was sucking the feeling or of them. I began to feel Marcus' teeth scratching my lips, and it hurt pretty badly.
   Marcus' lips travelled down to my neck as he slid his hand under my undergarments, pulling them down from my hips. "S-stop... p-please," I protested, trying to struggle beneath my abuser, but failing terribly. "Get a-away from me!"
His nails suddenly dug deep into my thighs, and I let out a whimper. "You should know by now," Marcus hissed. "Not to resist against me. I thought I had taught you to keep your mouth shut. But then again... I like to hear your screams."
Chills ran down my spine as Marcus said those words. My uncle then sat up and looked at my bare body with hungry eyes. "Now," he said. "I would like to try something with you, so can you cooperate with me?"
I said nothing and gave him a scowl. But inside, I felt so pathetic and terrified. I can never win.
"I'll take that as a no," Marcus said wickedly. The next thing I knew, Marcus was grasping my legs and began to flip me on my stomach.
"What--?!" I yelled, trying to keep myself facing Marcus. I don't want to turn away and not know what will become of me.
   My strength wasn't enough, and he pinned me down on my stomach. Fear grew in my entire body as I thought I heard fabric rustling coming from Marcus' direction. I tried to struggle, but Marcus held my head down with one hand, and my hip with the other.
   Suddenly, I felt my body jolt toward, then pain.
   Horrible, burning pain. Nothing like I had ever felt before. Tears flowed endlessly down my cheeks as I began to feel sick. Not knowing what to do, I screamed. Not for help, just in agonizing pain.
The pain didn't ever stop, it only worsened. As I gripped the sheets, I screamed louder. Sobs were mixed with yells, and I didn't have the strength to form words. NO! STOP, PLEASE! IT HURTS! My mind's protests could never come through my lips.
   I felt Marcus' body press on my back as he stroked my tear-stained cheek. I could feel every ounce of strength draining from me as I let out a small whimper. Everything spun and began to blur out.
"Just a little longer, my prince," Marcus hissed in my ear. "You're doing better than I thought you would..."
   Burying my face in the mattress, I sobbed and screamed more, louder. The pain continued, and I didn't know how much longer I would last. MAKE IT STOP!
   After... I don't know... some time, I felt one last wave of pain, then less pain. But it never stopped. I tried to control my breathing, but I couldn't. My throat felt sore from crying and screaming. My entire body felt horribly sore, unable to move an inch. My eyes were clouded by tears, and beginning to fade into black.
   I suddenly heard the door crash open and screaming of a familiar voice, yet it was muffled. I saw a dark skinned figure run to me and lift my head into their lap.
Joshua...
   "J--..." I tried to choke out, trying to reach got his face that appeared horrified and worried. He held my face in his hands as I heard his muffled cries to keep me awake. I can't hear clearly. I can't see clearly. Marcus has raped me. Corrupted me.
   "Please! Stay awake!" Joshua cried, his voice muffled and cracking. "I love you! I can't have you gone! I CAN'T HAVE YOU DIE!"
   I love you too...
   Darkness.