• Alright, just so no one is confused about the event horizon and the plot, this scene is a few months after Genius ended. There will be a lot of angry monologuing in this one, but please read between the lines and you'll understand. Also trigger warning. Enjoy •

He struggled against the metal bands that held him down.

Strapped across his chest, arms, legs and ankles, the chair they had placed him in squeaked and protested as he roared and jostled around. It was impossible to move, but he would fight to his last goddamn breath before he'd let them do this to him.

"For the last time. Deposit a sample yourself, or are we going to have to proceed with the arrangements?"

His eyes fired to the right where the woman was standing. That fucking scientist woman. The new one they had acquired for the new goddamn project. "I'm gonna fucking kill you," He snarled, seeing her eyes remain calm behind her square glasses. "You won't fucking be safe anywhere once I get out of here. I'll come to your fucking house and murder you!" He roared, seeing her finally shift with a sigh and nod at the other scientists. "You motherfucking bitch! I'll fucking kill you, and then I'll kill your daughter! Don't fucking touch me!"

He jerked violently and roared again as one of the other scientists zapped him with an electric current. The pain went through his body and made all of his organs and bones shake and burn until he could do nothing but scream. The second the electrical current stopped, he fell back against the chair, panting.

They wouldn't fucking touch him... They were sick... Sick, sick fucking humans... they were not going to touch him...

"Prep him," A voice spoke. Her voice.

"Get away from me!" He shouted out, whipping his head towards the man that now came towards him. They made a fucking man do this to him. "I'm gonna fucking kill all of you!"

The male scientist didn't reply. Merely reached for the cotton pants he was wearing and undid the button at the top. Standard issue C.E.N.T.U.R.I.E.S fashion; White cotton shirt and white cotton pants, all buttons, no zippers. Nothing to fucking make a makeshift weapon out of.

He watched as the male scientist opened his pants for him and bared his cock to the fucking room full of other men and women working around him. A whole fucking team for a whole new machine.

He remembered the name; The Harvester.

"Start hooking him up," The female scientist told, to which the others around her nodded and started doing as told. His eyes whipped to the side when one came forward with tiny, thin wires. Wires she was bringing to his motherfucking cock.

"If you fucking touch me with that shit, I'll fucking kill you first," He vowed, seeing the young female scientist keep her gaze averted from his eyes and focus on her work. She was new. "I'll fucking break your neck. I'm gonna shove a motherfucking knife up your cunt and—"

"Zap him," Someone said.

His head reared back as electricity shocked through him and fried his body once more. He roared out, spasmed, and felt as everything inside him twisted in pain.

But it would be nothing compared to the pain he was about to go through if they managed to succeed.

The electricity stopped, and he collapsed down on the chair, panting hard through his gritted teeth as he now felt the female scientist roam around his crotch area. He felt her paste some fucking shit on his balls before lifting his cock up and attaching the thin wires to it. Fuck. FUCK.

He couldn't give up. His heart was pounding and the words were like fuel in his throat as the sensation in his stomach crippled him.

Fear.

"You're dead," He whispered murderously to the young scientist, who behind her face mask, had a slightly reddened face as she made sure all of the wires were hooked up right. "When you go home tonight and jerk off to this, remember I'm gonna be coming for you. I'll fucking cut you in your sleep, and then I'll kill you!"

"That's enough, Elijah," The female scientist from before walked up to his side. "Stop harassing the staff or we're going to be forced to gag you."

"Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you," He snarled, turning his head and glaring at her arrogant goddamn face. He never fucking forgot one. "I bet you wish it was your pussy who was gonna do the work today. I bet you're fucking wet just looking."

The female scientist's face didn't change. It stayed flat and emotionless, before she turned her head to the side and nodded to a scientist standing by the machine they had hooked him up to. The scientist nodded back. "Start harvesting."

"Fuck!" His head snapped back when a tiny, pulsating current suddenly zapped through his crotch. He let out a pained cry, but then bit his fucking tongue when the next zap came. No... no... NO!

He was going to... kill them all.

"You're all dead!" He said in a strained voice when he felt it happen. He didn't want to look. Didn't want the fucking men in the room watching the experiment, to watch him get fucking hard from a stimulant pulse created by a machine. He had fucking refused to give them a sample himself. He refused, so they had done this.

Twisting his head to the side and biting his teeth shut, he blocked it all out as he felt his cock grow hard with every pulse. He didn't look as his body started jerking in response to the pulses that were making his balls tighten and his thighs twitch. He didn't look as he felt the scientists shift around him and watch the progress, adjusting the pulses to go faster and faster until he was panting and crying out, fighting his gag reflex.

– He didn't fucking look as they violated him until the machine forced him to shoot a load into a plastic cup.

Over... and over again.

"Eli! Eli!"

Snapping his eyes open, his head shot to the side when a hand kept shaking him. Finding the person who was doing it, he jerked upright and let out a harsh breath. Fuck.

"Eli..." Her voice sounded scared, or worried was more like it. When he felt her reaching for his shoulder again, he jerked away from her touch and slipped out to the edge of the bed.

He was sweating and shaking like a fucking leaf. Feeling the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he leaned over forward on his elbows and supported his head in his hands, pushing out strained breaths.

Just another fucking nightmare.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, he continued to feel her stare at him from behind, but at least she knew better than to try and fucking touch him. She was used to this by now. Him tossing and turning in bed, yelling in his sleep. One time he had even accidentally punched her in his sleep, but luckily most of the force had hit her shoulder. She had gotten a nasty bruise, though. After that, he told her not to fucking try and comfort him when he was having a nightmare.

Taking a last deep breath, he finally stood up when he realized the deep breathing shit wasn't working. Fucking shit psychology.

Walking around the bed, he felt her eyes following him as he went up to the window and grabbed the box that stood on the sill. Popping it open, he took out one of the rolled blunts that laid in there, along with the little black lighter. He didn't waste a second to light the motherfucker up with his hands still shaking, before turning towards the window and cracking it open.

Weed was the only fucking thing that calmed him down. When she had realized that as well, she'd told him to go smoke by the window instead of the living room. Fucking didn't want him smoking inside because she said it made the apartment smell. Right now, all he fucking wanted was to pass out in bed with a fucking blunt between his lips and not stand by a cold window and smoke.

– But the bitch had her rules, and she had made those very clear when she had threatened to cut off the sex.

As if she could fucking stay away from him.

Sucking on the blunt, he blew the smoke out after a moment and let his eyes slide over the city, watching the street lamps light up the roads. The few people that were out there were scuttling home from parties and late night hookups, while the rest were probably sneaking home after doing some illegal shit.

Pulling in another hazy breath, his eyes fell to a lone guy on the street who was just standing there for no particular reason. He narrowed his eyes at the shape, and like always, he felt the fucking paranoia fill his stomach.

It had been months since he got out, yet he still felt them watching him from the corners. Always fucking watching him.

"Eli..."

Her voice cut him out of his thoughts, and with a clench of his jaw, he took a last drag on the blunt before stubbing it on the edge outside the window.

Putting the rest of the blunt back into the box, he then shut the window again and rolled down the blinds before striding back to bed and shoving himself under the covers. The instant he was there, he felt her there.

Scooting carefully up behind him, she wrapped her arm around his waist and pressed her tits to his back. He felt her lips kiss his shoulder gently, but she didn't fucking speak. Good.

Closing his eyes, he settled down and knew full and well he wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon. The jitters were still inside his body, and they weren't fucking leaving.

She didn't know. She had tried to get him to talk, but some fucking things, you just didn't say out loud. Those experiments... those harvests they had fucking performed on him... they weren't humane, and he was fucking living with those memories in his mind every day. He wasn't putting those images in her head as well. Fuck. No.

Letting go of a deep exhale, he felt as her grip around his waist loosened ever so slightly as she started drifting off to sleep. She had started taking a light prescription of melatonin to help her fall asleep the nights he was out and about town. He remembered when she had told him the reason why.

She said she had been scared that every night he went out, one day, he just wouldn't come back.

And the fucking shitty part was, he couldn't tell her she was wrong for feeling that way.

There were nights like these where all he fucking wanted was to run far away from all of it. Just fucking disappear.

Now that everything was over and he was freed, he was free to do exactly as he wanted. The night he was released, he almost didn't come back. Not until Caleb found him and said those things...

He had realized he was no fucking good for her, so he left. He thought she would be better off without him, and shit, she probably would be.

The only reason he came back was...

Shit.

Rolling over, he pushed her comatose body away and sat up, cupping his face.

He should've fucking stayed away. This shit would never be over. They were fucking watching him. He could feel it. And if they were watching him, they were watching her too. She wasn't fucking safe with him. He wasn't going to be responsible for another person getting dragged into this all over again. Not again.

Turning his eyes and looking down at her body, he watched the covers shape around her. She slept naked. Always did around him. He'd started doing the same, simply because he liked the way her tits and ass felt against his skin. Yeah. She always made sounds in her sleep that made his cock hard, every time she felt him there, pressing against her.

She loved him. She fucking loved him. This fucking bitch wasn't what he needed in his fucked-up life, yet every time he thought about walking away, he always found himself right back on her doorstep, crawling into her bed to fuck her again.

Christ. Anger started bubbling under his skin, and as usual, he felt the urge to pace to release the tension.

He was fucked up, but she was more fucked up for loving him. He blamed her for all of this. Him, staying here. If she just grew a fucking brain and stopped loving him like she should have, then he wouldn't be here. He'd be out of that fucking door, never to be seen or heard from again.

– But there she fucking laid, moaning quietly in her sleep because he fucking brushed his finger against her arm now.

Slowly laying down beside her, he gritted his teeth and loomed down at her body. Fucking bitch. How dared she fucking make him feel this way when he knew better. How dared she fucking taste so sweet against his tongue when he ate her out.

How dared she be fucking dumb enough love him.

Feeling a growl at the tip of his tongue, he lifted his palm to her side and swept it under the covers to find her pussy. Laying on her side, he pushed between her legs and felt her jolt awake when he found her clit and pinched it between his fingers.

"Ah!" Her eyes blinked open, just as her lips parted in a gasp. Disoriented, she looked around until she found him. "Eli—"

Gripping her chin, he shut her up by pressing his lips roughly over hers and plunging his tongue into her mouth. He heard her muffled squeal, but then moaned weakly when he started rubbing her clit the same time he fucked her never-ending whiny mouth with his tongue. Dipping deep, he tasted her and ravaged her, fucking cursed the way her pussy started soaking the second he dipped his fingers into her tight core.

Releasing a small cry, she broke away from his lips and tilted her head back as he started pumping his fingers slowly in and out of her pussy. The sounds she made were like fucking heroin. She turned into a docile bitch the second he got between her legs, whereas when he wasn't, she was so busy fucking domesticating him to smoke by the window and take his fucking shoes off when he came in.

It wasn't until he started taking his belt off instead, she shut her mouth and let him do as he pleased.

Whimpering and writhing beneath him now, gripping the pillows and sheets around her, he watched her closed eyes squeeze tighter and her bottom lip get caught between her teeth as she fought with her orgasm.

They had made a deal. Every time he got angry, he usually took it out on the china, the furniture, or the walls. So when he had gotten angry the last time, she had marched up to him, grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and told him next time, instead of fucking up the apartment, to fuck her up instead.

' Fuck me when you're angry,' she had said. 'Fuck me and put it to good use.'

He was fucking livid right now.

Lifting up her leg, he heard her gasp when his hard cock slipped between her wet folds instead of his fingers. Running it along her pussy lips, he could feel her warm cunt twitching at the sensation of him there, stroking her wet, sensitive folds. Shit, she wanted to get fucked raw.

Thrusting inside her in one go, she cried out and gripped on to his arm as he pushed deeper within her, letting her take him to the fucking hilt, just how she liked it. He grunted under his breath and felt as she squeezed around him so fucking tightly, he could've fucking come right then if it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't done with her yet. Far fucking from.

Pulling back out, he rammed inside her again and heard her strangle a cry, which turned into a moan instead, followed by a weak whimper. Her pussy molded around him when he then started a steady pace, letting her feel all of him constantly and repeatedly without mercy. He was going to fucking let her have it tonight.

"Eli," She moaned his name, and he saw as her whole body jerked with his ruthless thrusts, her hips submissively meeting his while her tits bounced up and down, right in his fucking face. Grabbing one of them, he squeezed hard, before pinching her nipple and watching her face morph into a painful twist. The next moment, her fucking pussy flooded with juices.

Sucker for the pain, like a real bitch.

Screaming out his name desperately, he knew she fucking woke up the neighbors as he thrust into her harshly and made her come like a fucking mess on his cock. She cried out his full name, sobbed out gibberish, but didn't stop squeezing rhythmically around his dick as her pussy convulsed with her orgasm. Even her legs fucking trembled.

He was nowhere near fucking done with her. He wanted her for hours, fucking eons, but when her pussy suddenly squeezed hard around him, he cursed under his breath and then gripped her throat. "Fuck."

Just like that, he spilled his fucking load inside her. All of it. He heard her moan, but then twitch around him as his hot spurts filled her up to the fucking brim with his cūm. Fucking greedy pussy.

Grunting, he then pulled out of her angrily and rolled onto his back, breathing heavily as he felt his cock slowly deflate. What a fucking waste. He wasn't even close to feeling calmer, but she just had to go give him that vice grip pussy, forcing his dick to comply.

Closing his eyes, he irritatedly shoved his arm over his face and then tried to fucking block out the rest of the world. Tried to ignore the lingering ants returning inside his body.

Don't fucking lose it now.

Suddenly, there was movement from his side. Too tired and annoyed to care, he didn't pay attention to the shifting beside him, before he suddenly felt a leg swing over his hips.

"What the f—" His eyes snapped open and he removed his arm to find Mia straddling him, her curvy body still flushed from her orgasm. He was about to fucking mouth her the hell off and tell her to move when she suddenly lowered her pussy to his dick and let him inside her warm core once more.

Fuck!

He felt his teeth clench so tightly, he almost fucking ground them to dust. He was still sensitive from his climax, and there she was, trying to guide his semi-hard cock back into her greedy pussy. She hadn't fucking had enough.

Feeling her pussy close around his cock, she worked her inner muscles slowly around his now aching member. He hissed through his teeth, but felt as his cock started twitching to life again, coming back for more when it felt her hot cunt clenching him for an encore.

Through the haze of it all, he faintly saw her eyes connect with his in the darkness, those needy fucking eyes. So full of emotions.

Telling him she knew exactly what he fucking needed right now.

He let out a strained grunt when she came down on him hard, her ass slapping against his hips as she took him to the hilt. She moaned out softly and leaned over on his chest, digging her nails into his pecs. "Eli..."

That needy voice. When her hips started rocking back and forth on his now diamond hard length, he heard the wet clasp of her pussy sucking him in every time she sat down on him. Christ, she was riding him wet and raw, pussy full of cum.

But she wanted another fucking load.

Gripping onto her ass, his upper lip drew back as he looked up at her bouncing on top of him, so fucking greedy for his cūm. She really loved his inspiration. When he surprised her by thrusting up from below, she let go of a cry and then whimpered when he squeezed her ass, swatting the rippling flesh as she rode him. "F-fuck! Eli!"

Bowing her head back, he could feel her walls closing down around him as she rode him faster and he thrust harder. He could feel his own release boiling in his balls again, and with a curse, he thrust harshly inside her and dented something deep within her.

"Eli!" She screamed his name, but then stiffened up as she came again, locking her pussy around him in that same vice grip. With a hiss, he cursed under his breath and then gritted his teeth as his own release hit him once more. Only ten times fucking harder, thanks to his already sensitive and spent dick. Shit.

Pushing into her warm core, he let his cūm fill her up once more, adding to her already fucking filled-up, greedy pussy. He could feel it stirring around inside her as she clenched and unclenched his dick, squeezing every last drop out of him. Christ, if she hadn't been on the pill, he would've suspected her for trying to lock him down.

Then, collapsing to his chest, she breathed out hard and whimpered as he stayed inside her, now finally fucking done and juiced out. The ants were gone, and so was the buzzing in his head. All of his cūm was dripping out of her, and there she was, lying on top of him like a baby that just got sung to sleep. A pair of soft, understanding lips kissed his tattooed chest, lingering for too long until the kiss faded away.

He scoffed silently, feeling her spent body drift off to sleep again. She fucked herself to sleep on his dick, and now she was sleeping on top of him. The fuck was he supposed to do now?

Move. The word was on the tip of his tongue, but he could've shoved her away himself and it would've been the same.

So why the fuck didn't he?

He had wanted to leave her so many times, and one time he did. The only reason he came back was...

Fuck.

His arms slowly wrapped around Mia's unconscious body, keeping her where she was laying. With a slow, unclenching sensation in his chest, his jaw loosened up from its gritted state and instead relaxed. The weight of her body on his, her tits pressed against his and her soft exhale on his chest... Fuck.

His lips softly pressed a kiss against the top of her sleeping head, before closing his own eyes and feeling the last anxiety leave his body.

Because there was no other fucking place he'd rather be.

How dared she love him.

– And how dared he love her back.

• • •

She's his peace.

I could talk for ages about why Eli is the way he is, but I think this chapter right here says it all.