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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to the Southern Vampire novels, they are the sole property of Charlaine Harris! I do not make any money from this Fiction!

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How long I was in the dark is unknown to me. Acutely I remembered being a child when the power went out in my house and trying to find the door of my bedroom and being unable to. My arms were tied behind my back and my ribs were broken in at least two different places. I smelled urine and knew that somewhere along the way I’d pissed myself, or they had pissed on me. The latter was so horrifying that I pushed it from my mind.
I felt dead inside and my anus was burning with such pain that I screamed through the gag. The blood from my rape had clotted. I was naked. Feverishly I began to plan my escape. But as soon as I started, I kept picturing consequences; I could feel all over again the beating I’d received from Eric and the rape from Alcide with the rod. I knew as I mentally explored my body that I’d been meticulously beat within an inch of my life.
My leg was throbbing from Alcide’s punch and my ribs were cracked in several places. The left side of my face was swollen and my lip was split. I could see the look of shock on Eric’s face after I’d hit him and how it had transformed to an expression of homicide.
“Brandon we’ve been dating for over a year, please,” I’d begged him while his parents were out of town.
“Sookie I want to wait until you’re my wife,” his handsome face had been only inches away and I’d longed to be with him so badly. Over the last month I’d beaten down his resolve and the day I was taken I would have lost my virginity to him. The thought that I’d lost it to those two was sickening. Tears gathered in my eyes and my body racked with sobs. Two knuckles touched something cold and I realized that I was still wearing my promise ring that Brandon had given me nearly nine months ago.
Memories bombarded my mind. I let them come and watched them like a movie. They were an escape from reality. My childhood had been idyllic and I wasn’t prepared for this. I remembered playing softball as my parents cheered me on from the stands. Shading my eyes as I stood on third base to see them.
Desperately I tried to remember being safe, being warm, being loved. It was surprisingly easy to remember those feelings. I could feel the ghost of Brandon’s arms around me, while we made out on his bed. The mattress below me was damp and lumpy and there was no box-spring. Eventually I fell asleep. Even in my dreams I hurt all over. I was at a festival and was crawling to the first aid tent for help. I felt hands go around my ankles and pull me into the shadows.
It was Eric. He was furious and he rained blows down on me. “You thought Alcide was bad but he was being gentle with you, you just wait,” he leaned down and kissed me and I reluctantly responded.
It was like in the dream I couldn’t ignore how attractive he really was. From his high cheekbones and gas stove eyes and full lips, he was everything that a girl could dream of. So in my dreams I made love to my rapist and felt myself orgasm. Then he pulled a knife from somewhere in the air and brought it close to my throat. It was the same knife he’d threatened my brother Mathew with.
“This will only hurt for a second,” he whispered. Then he slit my throat and I bled out while he took my body once more. Hours and hours passed and I spent that time remembering every detail of the day I was taken. The school day and my work afterwards and how blue the sky had been before it had been taken from me. The distant blue of it haunted me.
I heard them talking above me but was unable to tell for a second if I was still dreaming or sleeping. “Shouldn’t we give her some water?”
“Fuck her, it’s only been two days,” Eric replied.
I started flailing my limbs wildly to get their attention. That’s when I realized that I was in some sort of box. A coffin, or something like it. Vomit welled into my mouth at the thought.
“You almost went too far,” Alcide said lifting the lid off the box.
“I said no water and I meant it,” Eric said above me.
“I’m just checking on her.”
A bright light was on and now that the lid had been lifted it blinded me. It was those creepy kind of lights that you saw in an office, you know florescent lighting. His fingers were gentle as he probed my body. “Shit her ribs are broken,” he swore as he felt my right side.
“It’s been long enough, she’s learned her lesson,” his voice changed direction. “Isn’t that right?” he asked me. I nodded my answer.
A long suffering sigh came from Eric. “Fine bring her upstairs,” I felt Alcide pick me up and hold me so delicately, as if I were a doll made of glass. It still hurt. He took me into the kitchen and through the living room to the bathroom upstairs. I started shaking as the water came on.
“Please don’t,” I moaned. Both men were examining my wounds.
“Shhh, don’t worry, you can rest tonight,” Alcide said trying to soothe me. I didn’t believe him for even a moment. Evil people never tell the truth in movies, and I suspected this to be true in real life.
I saw him bend down and tighten the drain closed. A bath was being drawn. “Can I take it alone?”
They exchanged a look that conveyed that they had been dating for years, finally Alcide nodded.
My shoulders slumped with relief.
Eric handed me a towel. “After you’re done we will bind your ribs,” he bent down and kissed my forehead before leaving. I think back on that kiss with such loathing. That was how my dad always kissed me. In days that followed I found out that my kidnappers had many sides and that moments of kindness didn’t mean a thing.
I took a long time in the bath, was still in it when it grew tepid. I scrubbed my body brutally with the loofah and washed my hair twice. When I stepped out the mirror was still slightly cloudy from steam. But not cloudy enough. I saw a bruise yellowing on my cheek and my lower lip was split and when I’d washed my face it had started to bleed again. My hair hung in thick curls down my back as I wrapped the towel around my body.
They were lounging in Alcide’s room across the hall and I heard music playing softly in the background. They had a perfect vantage point from where they sat on the bed. Alcide’s hand was on Eric’s crotch. He had an erection from his boyfriend’s attentions. I felt the blood flee my face and I started shaking so bad I fell to my knees.
“Sookie come here,” Eric said lazily.
“Crawl here,” he amended seeing I couldn’t stand.
I stayed where I was and curled into a ball.
His footsteps were like thunder as he came close and picked me up.
“Cuff her to the bed, I want her to watch,” Eric said huskily, touching his hard on.
Alcide took me from him and did as he was asked. Now I had the perfect vantage point to see everything. They started taking off their clothing. Their bodies were beautiful and so strong looking that it made my stomach roil. Eric got down on his knees and took Alcide into his mouth. Over and over he sucked until his cheeks were hallowed. He licked his balls and I closed my eyes against the unnatural scene. “Open your fucking eyes,” Alcide said to me. I did.
Eric crawled up the bed and lay on his back as Alcide mounted him. Alcide greased his lover’s ass and his own cock and entered him. Eric moaned “Harder, deeper,” Alcide complied and I watched transfixed with the sight. His cock disappeared inside him.
“Hurt me,” Eric said writhing below his boyfriend.
The sight was so appalling that I turned my head and threw up over the side. Alcide pulled out obligingly and went to a locked cabinet in the corner. He withdrew a massive phallic shaped item with plastic spikes on it. He turned the base of it and it started to vibrate. Then he shoved it in inch by inch and Eric screamed with what sounded like pure joy.
They seemed to remember me at the same time. Both their eyes went to me. Eric reared up on his hands and knees and crawled towards me with the thing still in his rectum. “Sookie, we want you,” he said softly.
I wanted to die as Alcide took the dildo from Eric’s ass and put himself there instead. Eric reached for me and I screamed and kicked at his face.
That was a mistake. “Hand me that shit,” he nearly shouted to Alcide.
He passed him a rag after dousing it with some liquid from a bottle. I fought wildly, kicking out again and again. It was pointless and all I got from my efforts was being cuffed upside the head and then the gut wrenching smell assaulted me as the cloth was rammed against my mouth and nose. I fell into a blackness so deep that the only thing darker than it was my existence with these two monsters.
AN: To Trubie, I’m sorry about not doing a happy Eric story but in case you didn’t know I’ve done a few E/S stories where there was a happy ending, but this isn’t one of them. To all who reviewed thank you so much! I promise that Sookie will get a break for a bit coming soon.
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