Trigger Warning: Rape/ Sexual assault. The worse stuff is in between the ‼️

Thomas' POV

I've been trying to keep track of the time as much as I can, and if I'm right, I've been stuck in this hell on earth for almost two long months. Those eight weeks can do a lot to a person. Like they can make your body turn to skin and bones, your rib cage the biggest thing about you. Two months can make the cuts on your body heal just enough so that you can move but also let you know that those scars are going to be with you for the rest of your life.

These past two weeks, I've mostly been left alone. Ben comes down once every other day to bring me food. If I'm lucky, he able to bring me water or I'll sleep through the whole day. The first month and a half, I went to sleep everyday with new scars and new tears streaming down my teeth because I refused to give Ares up to the horror show that Silas introduced me to.

I've had so many dreams of my lover coming to save me, his gray eyes searching the room until they land on me and he carries me out of here and away from the room that tore down every inch of myself that I recognized.

That's another thing that eight weeks can do: tear down every part of yourself that you ever knew and turn it into something that you despise and wish you could kill so that you can finally be free.

Freedom. Something I haven't tasted in so long, I can't remember what it feels like. But I know I don't want to be free anymore. Not from the shackles that weigh my wrist down but rather free of my life that weighing down my conscious to this earth. I just want it all to be over. My vision is blurry as my half awake form stares at the wall across from me in a dreaming state before I hear the door to the basement open.

My back is to the entrance and I don't bother to move from my position, my body is too sore to move, whether from hunger pains or lingering ache from the cuts and scars along my body, I don't know. Hopefully Ben just leaves the food on the floor and leaves me like when he knows I don't want to be bothered, my body getting too weak by the day to interact anymore, even to provide company to someone who needs it more than I. I can barely handle being here as Silas' prisoner, I can't imagine what Ben goes through as his lover.

I hear the sound of him coming closer but don't react, content to just lay here and waste away until there's nothing left but my body. He approaches the mattress and I expect for him to put the food down on the floor and walk away like he always does, but to my surprise I hear him come around to the end of the mattress where my feet are.

     With what last little energy I have left, I lift my head and turn it a little to see what he wants and wish I were dead when my eyes come in contact with Silas. I whimper quietly in my throat when I see the familiar sadistic smile on his face and I pray for my already aching body. Without really eating or drinking, wasting away I realize I have given Silas the opportunity to do anything, my body too weak to fight back and the realization makes me nauseous as tears begin to well in my eyes.

"I waited so long for this. To break you in for Ares." He says and I watched it horror as he lowers his hands to his belt and I realize just how far he's about to go and I wish I had been grateful for the knifes and whips against my skin. I wish for the pain back so that I didn't have to endure what's about to comes.

He unbuckles his pants and I close my eyes against the sight as he pulls out his dick and begins to stroke it to my bloodied and battered body.

I cry out, though my voice is hoarse, when I feel his hands on my hips tearing the thin fabric off of me as I begin to sob. "No! Please, no!" I beg through my cries but he ignores me and I try to fight as much as I can, kicking and pushing him away but all too soon my weakened body tires out and I'm left with his shadow leaning over me, my eyes screwed shut so I don't have to see.

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My cries choke me as he forces my legs open to settle between them, my efforts to keep them closed not even recognized compared to his strength. My sobs get louder as I feel him settle there until a hand comes up to slap me hard across the cheek making my head snap to the side and my mind gets dizzy.

My world spins and his voice echos down a hallways as he grips my cheeks hard, forcing my eyes that had fallen half open towards his face. "Shut the fuck up. You should have listened to me when you had the chance." He tells me and I try to choke down my watery sobs to not make this worse for myself but a small part of me wonders how it could.

I hold my breath in an attempt to silence myself as I feel his dick line up with my entrance and I can't hold back my tears of pain and self loathing as I betray the one man in my life that has loved me unconditionally. Silas forced himself into my dry tight hole and I feel something tear as he does.

The tears running down my face are in a marathon but they're not for me. They're never for me anymore. The Daemon above me uses my body as I sob and wail in pain and regret, yelling to the ceiling and the stars my apology hoping that someone out there with hear me.

That Zack will hear me and know that I'm so fucking sorry for everything I did. Sorry for the wasted time because of pride. For constantly shying away. For taking so long to admit how I felt even in the face of it all. And for running away when we needed each other the most.

Silas begins to grunt and moan in my ear making me shiver and sob in disgust hating the feeling of another man touching me and using me. Through my teary eyes I look up and see his glowing red with a snarl on his lips and that's when it clicks.
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It's him. It was always him. All those years ago when I found my best friend, but stranger at the time, getting raped in an alley it was him. It was Silas.

And the thought that this one man has ruined so many lives of the beautiful people that I know makes me just lay there, staring at the ceiling with blooding running down my legs and tears streaming down my face in regret. In submission. In pain.

Just as I'm about to close my eyes and pray that he kills me, his body gets jerked to the side and he falls on my body limply.

Looking up in fear and slight hope, I look up in surprise to see Ben standing over our forms with a concrete block on his hand with tears streaming down his face. Once our eyes connect it's like I'm brought back to life and I can't hold my screams back as I cry out in distress.

"Get him out of me! Get him off! I need him off!" My screams are a broken record as I beg to be let up from beneath the disgusting being on top of me. And with our weakened forms it takes us a few minutes to get the sick bastard out and off of me.

Ben crashes into my form, pulling me into his chest as our sobs mix with each other, my arms hanging on to him for dear life.

"I'm so sorry." He sobs into me shoulder as we hold each other. He kicks the body further away from us and holds me up by only his arms, his strength slightly better than mine. "I'm so sorry I didn't help sooner. I was so fucking scared Thomas. I'm so sorry."

I want to tell Ben that it's okay. That he's so brave for doing what he did against his lover. That it doesn't matter that he was late because he came anyway. I want to tell him all of that but my throat is too closed in tears as I hang on to him for dear life, terrified of him leaving me again.

We cry in each other's arms until I feel Ben take a deep breath and speak the words everyone wishes never have to pass our lips.

"I, Benjamin Willams, reject Silas as my Bond for rape, abuse and so much more in the name of the Fallen Goddess." He says and I watch as a flash of light happens in the room before it dims into the still chest of Silas that's sprawled across the floor.

    Before we can say anything else, there's the sound of movement upstairs and our bodies continue to shake as we hold on to each other and pray that whoever evil that finds us next, kills us and puts us out of our misery.

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I sobbed through this okay. I promise things will begin to get better after this. Omg. This was so emotionally draining to write. I understand if you're upset.

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