This isn't B or J who's doing the hurting, but someone else. It's horiffic and disturbing. Couldn't make up my mind as to who it is being hurt. Not a happy fic to get off on........don't ask why my twisted mind writes this shit - He’s hurting you, bad. He’s grabbing you by the hips with one of his broad hands, pressing against your lower back with the other so that your chest is squished against the cold wall. You can’t breathe because he’s pressing against you so hard, and he bites on your ear, pulling the piercing and you wonder if he’ll rip it out. He throws his weight and you choke on your tongue, coughing up nothing but spit because you have no oxygen left. Spots of nameless colors are blinking behind your eyes and your lungs burn. “You think I wouldn’t kill you?” his chest is still holding you in place but he moves his hand off your back, moving his fingers around the base of your throat. Your adam’s apple jerks, hitting the joints in his tightening fingers. You dig your nails into the wall, your arms stretched up above your head. Your cheek is against the plaster. “I fucking hate you,” you manage, hardly recognizing your own voice. He throws you to the floor and your body hits heavily, echoing. Half of you hopes that HE heard the noise, but he’s down stairs passed out in the foyer. You’ve barley lifted your face from the floor when he kicks you squarely in the ribs and you spit the blood on the carpet, hacking painfully. “you’re insane,” you gasp, and he’s on top of you, tongue in your mouth and licking the tangy blood from your teeth. “get OFF!” You bite down and kick out, struggling beneath him. He grabs your arms and slams them against the floor, your elbows cracking as they hit. He knees your crotch, a low blow and you nearly cry out but hold it back in your aching chest. “Fucking bite me again and I swear to GOD-“ he punches you in the face, hitting your cheek. Your neck jerks and makes a popping sound, your head spinning. He grabs you by the throat, holding you down by it, and your eyes roll back in your skull. Your dazed and spinning again, confused as to what is up and what is down. His fingers are squeezing and you’re trying to suck in air but getting nothing. He’s going to kill you and you’re feeling to heavy to fight him. You stop kicking and you lie still beneath him, feeling black shadows lick at the edges of your consciousness. He grabs your hair with the other hand, yanking first forward and then smashing back, your head making a sickening ‘thunk’ sound as it hits. Your head reels and something dark flashes behind your eyelids. Heart thuds. Sick. Hurt. What? He’s pulling your boxers off the rest of the way, exposing you. You can’t see clearly anymore. You close your eyes because trying to focus hurts. He grabs your thighs and the reality of what he’s trying to do rams you right when his fingers do. He shoves his index finger so hard up your ass and it hurts. You’ve never had someone do this to you before. “Don’t!” you moan out. You’re not resisting him any more; you can’t. Instead, you’re lying on the carpet, pulling in painful, wanted breaths, you’re throat bruised and throbbing. You’re teeth are aching in your jaw, blood making them slick and metallic tasting. Your lower lip is swollen and pulsing with each rapid beat of your heart. Your ribs are caving down against your lungs, heavy and painful, and your lower back and elbows are on fire- carpet burn. You’re head is tilted back and you’re pretty sure that you’re about to start crying and it’s the last thing you want to do. “You’re not gonna cry are you, you fucking baby?” he leers, and he’s pushing you over, turning you on your stomach. You whimper and bite down on the arm you’ve rested beneath your chin You bite hard and the skin pulses, blood bubbling up against your tongue. It’s warm tasting, and you tilt your chin, pressing it hard against your forearm. You feel his palms sliding down you’re sweaty back, almost a caressing motion, but he digs his nails into the base of you’re spine and you’ve got to bite down on you’re forearm even harder, breaking your own skin. More blood. It’s dripping down your chin. You wipe it off against the back of your hand. You feel the head of his cock at your opening and tears are gliding down you’re bruised cheeks, making you’re face feel even hotter. His nails are cutting into your skin and ripping down in fast succession, over and over, making you moan out in pain each time. He’s getting off on it. “No no no no no no,” you’re shaking, you’re entire body is, and you’re shaking your head too, rubbing you’re forehead to your arm. “not dry, please? Just… not dry…” You’ve never done this. Ever. You need the lube. You need help. You need someone to stop him. He’s really hurting you- your back feels like someone’s run across it with a lawn mower. Your arms and legs are aching, just aching, and you want to cry. He grabs you’re hair again and pulls your head up. “Shut your fucking FACE!” he hisses, jerking your head roundly before letting go again. You let your face drop into the carpet this time, snot and blood and spit making a wet spot. There’s not another warning, no fingers, nothing, and he’s pushed himself inside of you so fucking hard. You scream. Nothing, ever, has compared to this amount of pain, You forget about your bruised throat, your searing back, pounding head, aching muscles- nothing matters, nothing is real, except the feel of him tearing you apart on the inside. You’re screaming even louder. It hurts, it hurts so bad. You can’t breathe. Your lungs are jerking, head rushing, desperate for oxygen. Your arms are tingling, numb, blood slowing down and pumping nothing but liquid. No air. Still screaming. He’s fucking you on the floor, harder then you’ve ever fucked anyone before. He slams his palm over your mouth and nose, and all you can do is smell the cum and sweat on his fingers. Your head is reeling. Static and fuzz, a cable channel that can’t receive the picture. You can’t breathe at all. Fucking you. Raping you. It hurts. It’s a little number now, the pain still unbearable though, and your own blood is providing some sort of lubricant. His hand slips down and your nostrils flare, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you gasp air in. Your mouth opens but all you get is a stronger taste of his hand. You bite down on the top part of his palm that’s pressed against your upper teeth and he yelps out. He jerks his hand back and grabs your hair again, slamming your face into the floor twice before pulling your neck back so far, you’re scared he’ll snap it. “Oh, fuck, you wanna bite me while I fuck you, you fucking slut! Uh, god, shit! Take it like the fucking nasty whore you are!” You cry out. It’s all you can manage. You’ve forgotten coherent words. You can form only animalistic moans now. “You… oh god! So fucking… uhg! RUINED MY LIFE! YOU FUCKING RUINED MY LIFE!” He’s screaming at you, fucking you so hard you’re sure his cock is jammed some here up inside your ribs. You can’t breathe. Cum might just shoot out of your nose soon. You can’t think clearly anymore. You’re in so much pain right now, you’ve forgotten what thinking is. His mouth is right next to your ear and he keeps screaming at you, calling you every name in the book, and your ear drums are rattling. He pulls out and your ass is burning, aching, fucking BLEEDING, and he grabs you by the hair with one hand, the shoulder with the other and flips you over onto your back. You stare up into his smoldering eyes with a dazed out expression and he slaps you hard across the face. The skin tingles and throbs. He back hands you. Slaps you again. Spits full in your face. Slaps. Back hands. Slaps. He grabs your legs and pushes them down against your chest, grabbing a hold of himself and pushing inside of your sore ass again, resuming the fucking. Your back is getting carpet burn, the blood from all the nail gashes staining the carpet. He’s fucking the living hell out of you, and your digging your nails into the carpet, trying not to be pushed across it anymore. It hurts, when your back is dragged against the rough floor. You’re crying and whimpering. “You’re a fucking whore! You’re a fucking bitch, and you fucking… I HATE YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” He’s screaming again, slamming into you, pulling back, and slamming in. Over and over. You just want it to end. You can’t take it. You’re going to faint. Hurts too bad. Hurts too bad, way too bad. You pass out.