Twined

Strong hands pried his legs apart. He screamed, but found he had no voice. The fear prickled up his spine. A hard body was weighing him down and he twisted trying to remove himself from the situation.


“No.” His voice came out a pleading whisper as he shoved fiercely at his assailant. His hands were slammed down, nicking the head board in a sharp breath of pain. His squirming was reduced to writhing as the man used his weight advantage to subdue him.


“Sh.” The voice was gentle as if calming a distraught loved one. The image was shattered as his cries were violently muffled by a large bruising hand. He whimpered feeling pathetic and vulnerable. When the hand was removed from his mouth he couldn’t get any sound to emerge from his trembling lips. A spell caster. A shudder ran through him as he felt those terrible hands trailing down his body. The caress was as deceptively loving as that voice. “It’s going to be alright. Just let me in. It’s alright.” He felt the other’s mind weigh down on him.


The man was again attempting to bend his will. Attempting violate his mind and control him. With horror he lashed out with his own mind till he felt the pressure on his psyche recede. His attacker was trained in mind control. Cold seeped into his chest


If the man gained control of his mind, he would be completely at his mercy. With the power he had, he couldn’t afford it going in the wrong hands.


He felt the man’s hand yank open his pants.


“Let me in.” The pressure was back upon his mind. He pulled up his barriers and ceased his struggle. He couldn’t simultaneously shield his mind and fight the man physically. He acknowledged that the other was much stronger, physically, than himself.


“No.”He ground out forcefully breaking the other’s silencing spell. The man growled and he braced himself for the blow. His cheek stung bringing a gasp from his lips.


“I will get into your mind one way or another. You should really make this easier on yourself.” He was acutely aware of how dangerous this situation was right then. He was certain the man wouldn’t stop till his body was completely in his control.


“You won’t win.” His voice shook at his declaration, and there was more uncertainty in his voice than he would’ve liked.


“I don’t think you’re so sure about that.” The man’s hand was back on his mouth effortlessly taking his voice again. He felt a grip on his hips, and the fabric was pulled away. He began to tremble. Hands found his wrists, and when they left he found them bound. His legs were pulled apart, and a pale thigh was shoved upwards and held in a bruising grip. His body trembled, and he shook his head. Something hard brushed against him. The hairs on his neck stood on end, he tried to focus on building his shields because he knew what was coming.


A sharp smack broke his concentration. Their eyes met. Sick nausea rolled in his stomach. A sharp inhale of breath was the only warning he got before he was consumed by a mind numbing pain, he was being ripped in half. The man drove into him. If his voice had been unbound, he would have screamed. He’d never been violated like this before. His attacker used the distraction to rip through his shields and to infiltrate his mind. He was searching. He felt the tears sliding down his cheek. He forced himself to use the pain as fuel. He felt tears sliding down his cheek as he launched a counterattack. The man roughly pulled out and slammed him hard. More tears fell, but he managed to remain in control, forcing the other one out of his head.


Another weight dipped the bed. The man continued to thrust shallowly in him. He struggled to turn his head. He felt a larger hand grasp his wrists, physically restraining him. Another hand fell over his eyes; when it came away, he couldn’t see. His heart pounded in his ears. He felt his rapists mind leave his, and another wave of pain washed over him as his body was taken with renewed vigor. Hot breath tickled his ear. He focused on his shields. He was pulled flush with a hard body, and held there. He was glad for a moment that he couldn’t see himself sandwiched between his attackers.


Aiden, this can all stop. Give in to me.


The voice was in his head, and its power splinted his shields. His rapist pulled out of him eliciting a sobbing gasp from him. He was losing control, and his chaotic, pain driven energy broke the silencing charm. He held onto the shards around his mind with all his might, and began to tap into his real power.


I advise you to stop that Aiden. White, pain scratched his mind.


“Fuck you.” Laughter filled his head. Aiden’s power lashed out. He felt the hand tighten around his wrists. It was the only indication that he’d hurt the other, and stillness was his only warning.


He was screaming again. The assault upon his body began again with a domineering aggression. A third mind began to cut into him, touching his nerves, creating agony on a different level, sadistically playing with his body. A hand caressed his throat, and his voice was bound again.


He just wanted it to stop.


His shields broke with a breath. He felt the both men in his mind. He could sense the satisfaction in they had the satisfaction that they were winning, degrading, and breaking him. They were open to each other they were open to him. Aiden released the dam he’d used to contain himself; his power ignited scorching both of them raw.


Aiden began to laugh. His rapist ran, but the hands on his wrists were frozen, and there was screaming in his mind. He tore the man apart from the inside, and severed the others power taking it inside himself.


The last thing he was aware of was seeing his own blood soaking the sheets followed by the sound of the others body hitting the floor.