*Rose*

"No!" I scream and I can feel the same level of pain that Vic must have just felt from the blow to his torso. "Stop it, please! Just stop it!"

I struggle against the tape that is binding my hands tightly together behind my back and kick my legs out to try and free them from the thin rope that is keeping them fastened together. My attempts are futile and Vic just shakes his head at me as he slumps down to the floor a little more.

"Shut up, or the same thing will happen to you." Rob says in a gruff voice. He sighs exasperatedly and checks his mobile, pacing up and down the dimly lit room. "Argh. He should be here by now."

"Who?" I dare to ask, and he turns around and grins slyly at me.

"Oh, you'll see." A small laugh escapes his mouth, the sound sickening me. "And just remember to thank him when he gets here. Because the only reason I haven't tore you to pieces yet is because he wants you in good condition when he gets here."

My stomach does backflips as his words sink in. It is quite obvious what he has planned for me, all I can do is hope that Vic doesn't see it.

I turn and look at him, his face turned down to the floor and his arms bound behind his back and attached to a bar on the wall. He looks so fragile and vulnerable, definitely not the same guy that I first met at the men's club.

Tears prick my eyes and I cough to try and conceal the sound of my quiet sobs. He doesn't deserve any of this, not at all.

He looks up at me when I cough, and smiles. Except I can see straight through it. I can see the pain it is causing him to stretch his bruised jaw into that shape, how much he is hurting physically and how much effort he is putting into trying not to convey it in front of me.

I shake my head and let the tears fall from my eyes slowly. I want to tell him how sorry I am, how I never wanted this to happen. How I never should have let him get involved with me in the first place, because this was inevitable. But the words just won't come out.

I look at him and plead his forgiveness with just my eyes, and he nods, understanding the notion.

"Ah. He is here. Neither of you move, or you will regret it, I swear to God you will regret it." Rob growls and leaves the room, slamming the deteriorating door behind him.

"I'm so sorry, Vic. I am so, so sorry." I cry loudly and Vic tears up.

"Sh. None of this is your fault. Remember that, okay?" He croaks and raises his eyebrows at me, waiting for a response.

I shake my head and look down at the floor, stifling my sobs with difficulty. "If... If I would have kept you away... If I would have tried harder to stop you from seeing me... You wouldn't be here right now. You wouldn't have to be in this much pain. It is my fault."

"No. No, it is not." He shouts and shocks me. "Do you really think I would have been able to stay away from you anyway? I am in love with you, Rose. Not even you could change that."
I sniff up and take a deep breath, closing my eyes whilst doing so. This is a nightmare. An actual, living nightmare.

I hear the door clicking and a few muffled voices from outside the room and I tense up immediately. I can't believe my eyes when I see who walks in with Rob.

"Ah, well isn't this cosy?" An all too familiar voice snarls, and the sound sends shivers through my entire body. "So, you're Victor, I presume?"

Vic looks up at Charlie and nods, his stern expression never faltering.

Charlie laughs. "This... This is what you left me for, Rose? Really?" He says and turns to me. I look away almost immediately. "Look at me when I am talking to you!" He shouts, scaring me.

I look at him, and I want to cry once again. To think that I was once in love with this man...

"No. I get it. He is kind to you, he has never called you names, he has never hit you." He stares at me, and I can't bring myself to tear my eyes away from his gaze. "I think you have forgotten something. I never hit you either did I? Not at first. All men are the same, Rose. He will change, trust me. We all do.

"Now. I have a little surprise for you, Rose. Something I am sure you have missed. I guess you could say it's a surprise for little Vicky here too." He says and kneels down, leaning next to me, his breath hot on my face. He inhales. "Oh, I have missed you. So much."

He strokes my cheek and I instinctively turn my head away from him, biting my tongue to stop myself from spitting in his face.

He stands up and starts doing the thing i was dreading immensely. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans and lets them fall around his ankles, already aroused by something - I have no idea what.

I feel sick and I hear Vic breathing heavily next to me. "Don't fucking touch her." He spits out.

"Ha. You think I'm going to listen to you? I would watch your mouth if I was you, otherwise I will have to reconsider my earlier decision to let you out of here alive, eventually. Without Rose, of course. Rose stays with me."

He laughs and then gets down on the floor next to me.

"Charlie, ple-"

"Don't beg, Rose. It doesn't suit you." He interrupts me and pulls down my shorts and panties as I struggle against him. "Don't act like you don't want it."

A tear rolls down my cheek as he pushes himself violently into me, a searing pain exploding through me and making me cry out in agony.

"Stop! Fucking stop! Get off her or I swear, I will fucking kill you." Vic screams aggressively but Charlie just laughs. "You're hurting her, can't you see you're hurting her..."

I close my eyes and make myself go numb as Vic starts to cry. Just like I used to when Charlie made me do this when he would come home drunk.

Although this is nothing that I haven't felt before, I am ashamed that Vic has to see this.
Has to see me at my weakest, when I can't fight back.

Charlie reaches his climax and moans, and on the other side of me, Vic lets out a small scream, the noise hurting me more than what Charlie was doing.

And then I realise, that is true pain.

Notes

opinions???? i have a few plans for this but idk if you are all happy with the way it is going because only a few of you comment :(