I barely passed my AP bio and physics finals but whatever

Another chapter someone paid for in tears!!!!

TW: fainting, rape (not too graphic, more suggested), mention of blood, abuse, symptoms of PTSD, victim/self blame, extensive injuries, rape aftermath

Previously...

"You can stay at my place if you need. I don't care, as long as you're ok with the possibility of Tommy just randomly showing up," he offered.

"Thank you! If George won't let me stay, I might take you up on that offer." I smile at Wilbur, thankful to have such wonderful friends.

"Alright, time to go see George..."

George's P.O.V.

I blinked, groaning softly. As my surrounding came into view, my memories returned to me- although I wish they hadn't.

I must've fainted, I conclude, grimacing at the memories that flowed through my conscious.

~flashback~

"You should've been a good kitten," a voice growls, low and smug. I can't see Cole, but I can feel his presence. He's in the room with me.

"It's a shame, really. I thought you could be a good boy..." He clicks his tongue, clearly enjoying this. Hands grip my hips, sliding down and over my ass. I'm still hurting from earlier, and the motion causes me to flinch.

"Such a naughty kitten..." I hear his pants zipper, then the sound of fabric hitting the ground. Cole grabs me by the hips, roughly grinding against my ass. I let out a chorus of whimpers and cries, one of his hands clamping over my mouth.

"Quiet, kitten."

Suddenly, I feel a burning, overwhelming pain, and then everything goes black.

~flashback over~

Cole made me pass out. He hadn't prepped me, he didn't use lube, he just... went for it. I didn't know how long it had been since, but he was gone.

Everything hurt. I didn't even want to think about moving right now, but I felt so exposed. Slowly, painfully, I pulled the sheets over my bruised, beaten body. Blood pooled under me, the red liquid mixing with Cole's cum as it spilled out of me.

This is fucked up. Royally.

I can't do anything but let out a soft whimper, sobbing quietly as my body ached and stung from Cole's brutal treatment.

I deserve this, I think. I was bad.

No, no, no! I can't think that way, I can't... but I can- and I do. Cole's way of enforcing the rules had this idea ingrained in me, the knowledge that I was bad and that I deserved the punishment. Cole was the only one that was going to put me in my place.

It was a good thing. I deserved this.

Cole was still in the house, I could hear the tv on in the other room. That was the room I was in before the first big punishment. I was thankful that he had left me alone, I really didn't want to be near anyone right now.

I felt dirty and ashamed. I wanted to shower so badly, to scrub my skin until it was raw and still not be able to wash away this dirty feeling.

But I could barely move, let alone stand. No, I was bedridden for today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe forever.

The memories of what Cole did haunted me. I kept telling myself I deserved it, but it was still difficult to fully wrap my head around. It was a big deal, however small I wanted it to feel. I was 24, being... punished? raped? -in my own house. Everything I knew was different now. Everything would always be different.

Why do y'all keep coming back lmao you know I'm just going to cause more pain right????

(Well until we reach the fluffy/angsty combo recovery part in a few chapters)