This Will Break You
Characters: Adam Setting: Flashback, prison, little over a year ago Warning: NSFW
His cheek smashed against the cold tile and Adam was sure he felt the skin split and something beyond the water of the showers trickle down it. He struggled against the hold, one arm pulled painfully behind his back while the other shoulder was pinned against the wall by someone twice his size.
“Is this how it felt when you did in your little girlfriend?”
Adam struggled again, biting back the whimper of pain and fear, not wanting to show it even if he was more than vulnerable in this position. He had no way to fight back, nothing but every inch of his naked body left in the open. This was not the place to show fear, to show pain, no matter how much of it he felt.
“They all think you’re the crazy, scared boy who tortured some girl,” his attacker continued, voice a low guff that the running showers mostly hid while others kept watch. “I know better. I think you’re just as scared a little bitch as the rest of them.” He twisted Adam’s arm more, trying to coax a cry of pain from him, but Adam held back his reaction, feeling his gut churn with it. He’d throw up after this there was no doubt.
“I’m going to remind you just how much of a bitch you are.”
Whatever pain he was feeling in his arm was forgotten when the man followed through on his promise, ramming himself hard into Adam. There was no fighting the scream, but it stayed silent, mouth open as he twitched in pain. Fingers twisted in his hair, long enough for it, and yanked, trying to draw a real scream, a vocal one. Adam fought it, tugging his head back and feeling his hair tug away more.
The lack of screaming wasn’t what his attacker wanted and Adam felt him push harder, not able to keep up what he needed to keep this attack going. Adam was almost relieved. He didn’t get off on taking men, he got off on fear. All Adam had to do was hold it back.
Adam’s face slammed harder into the wall, bruising his cheek this time, the old nurse was going to cluck her tongue against the top of her mouth when she saw him later for his insulin. The thought of her made him smile, despite the situation and the pain. He could hear her voice in his head. ‘I tell you boy...’ It made him want to laugh, and he was laughing much to his attacker’s dismay.
He was too soft, no matter how hard he tried, to even finish the deed which meant instead of more terror Adam was shoved across the tiled floor, landing on his hands and knees. The kick to his ribs was expected, though thankfully not as hard as it would have been by someone who was wearing more in the way of shoes.
“Laugh? You laugh at me? I’ll make you regret it boy,” the man yelled kicking Adam again, this time hard enough that Adam’s arm slipped, going down to one elbow, water pouring down over his head. The water was red, probably from the cut on his cheek. A hand was in his hair again, ripping at it and Adam was sure this was the end, his face would be smashed against the tile and he hoped he died from it. That would be the only saving grace, death.
“Hoy! Guards!”
He was blessed with only one shove by his hair, not enough to smash his face, but more to shove him away and his attacker ran off, leaving Adam there until the guards arrived. They were yelling for him to get up, but he couldn’t, not just yet. Not when he was lying there, not sure if he was laughing or crying from the pain, the frustration and the sickening feeling that his life was this, praying for death on a dirty shower floor. Frustrated, they reached for him, trying to drag him to his feet and without even a thought about it, he was screaming.
They wound up restraining him and when the nurse got ahold of him they sedated him as well, just to ease of the screaming panic attack that wouldn’t go away. By the time he was locked up in isolation his head had been shaved and the bleeding from his scalp and cheek had been stopped. Two more weeks in solitary. They didn’t even ask who’d hurt him. It wasn’t the first time and they’d learned already that he wasn’t going to say. Plus he seemed just crazy enough that maybe he did it to himself. Honestly? No one seemed to care enough, not when he was just so easily locked away behind a thicker door.