HELLO BEAUTIFUL

WARNING! Sex scene. Slash (M/M). References to hardcore.

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::OUTING::

Chapter 2

Present Time

Vin’s POV

“Come on, big guy.” Gabe leans over my chest, planting a kiss right at my heart level. “It’s time to get moving.”

“Yeah, my thoughts exactly.” I waggle my brows and, with lightening speed, I flip him over, capturing his mouth.
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Duncan made his way back across the fields towards the village; he avoided the riverside this time, its banks dangerously swollen. Getting lost wasn’t something he worried about, he knew it wouldn’t happen; maybe Bishop had let a life of ease make him soft, but that had never been Duncan’s problem. In the end it always came down to the hunt, even now when he didn’t hunt to kill. The hunt never changed.
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*Trigger Warning*

Rape is only four letters, one small syllable, and yet it is one of the hardest words to coax from your lips when you need it most.

Entering our teenage years in the sex saturated ’90s, my friends and I knew tons about rape. We knew to always be aware while walking, to hold your keys out as a possible weapon against an attack. We knew that we shouldn’t walk alone at night, and if we absolutely had to, we were to avoid shortcuts, dark paths, or alleyways. We even learned ways to combat date rape, even though none of us were old enough to have friends that drove, or to be invited to parties with alcohol. We memorized the mantras, chanting them like a yogic sutra, crafting our words into a protective charm with which to ward off potential rapists: do not walk alone at night. Put a napkin over your drink at parties. Don’t get into cars with strange men. If someone tries to abduct you, scream loudly and try to attack them because a rapist tries to pick women who are easy targets.

Yes, we learned a lot about rape.

What we were not prepared for was everything else. Rape was something we could identify, an act with a strict definition and two distinct scenarios. Not rape was something else entirely.

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18 Jan 2006, 10:05

::TEN::

I get up to leave, afterwards. I don’t make any bones about what’s just happened. I may not have had any choice about it, but I don’t have to tell myself it was something it wasn’t. His hand moves to stop me.
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17 Jan 2006, 10:33

::NINE::

Still no fear from her. No defeat either. It’s strange, to have neither, from a woman. That last would have had most women screaming. She’s calm, beneath me.
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16 Jan 2006, 12:35

::EIGHT::

A hot shower isn’t something I get to enjoy all that often. Normally, there’s too many other people around, and I don’t have the time. Turn it up as hot as I can stand it. I get the feeling she’s going to avoid me, as much as possible. Not that I’d mind too much being interrupted by her right now. She could help me take care of this itch, before I end up hurting her. Been walking around with a hard on since I pinned her back there, after killing the mercs. She’s got a lot of fight in her, for being so small. Wonder what she’d be like if she wasn’t angry when I did it.
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15 Jan 2006, 16:04

::SEVEN::

Maybe letting him go isn’t the smartest thing I could have done. But once I kill everything else here, that would leave me as his keeper. No way I’ll tolerate that. I won’t be kept. And I won’t ever keep another. He said he won’t hurt me. I’ve heard that before.
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15 Jan 2006, 11:55

::SIX::

Not bad at all. Got the bit off, the blindfold off, and managed to get down to one chain. The mercs think they’ve humiliated her. I get the feeling she doesn’t see it that way. Tested that chain before she backed up, and curled up. Didn’t cover up in front of me either. A waste of time, I was going to look anyway. Then again, it’s almost black in here. Probably has no idea that I can see her clearly. Interesting that she didn’t even try. Makes me wonder just what she was kept for. Definitely not for conversation. Not built well enough, or maintained well enough to be a whore.
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14 Jan 2006, 19:36

::FIVE::

I have no idea whether it’s night or day. Not that that distinction matters much to me anymore. I sleep when the opportunity presents itself, and when it’s safe to do it. Sometimes it’s ten minutes. Sometimes as much as an hour. Somewhere, in my light sleep, I hear a dog advance, slowly, on it’s belly. Afraid. I stay as still as I can, so I don’t startle it. It settles at my feet, it’s nose against my ankle. For some reason, this makes me feel incredibly safe. It’s not a feeling I’m used to. Strange, given how afraid they were of me when this started.
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