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Finney laid on the bed, the dirty mattress shaped from the weight of others before him laying in the same position. For a moment he closed his eyes, allowed himself to feel helpless and pity before repressing it back down.
A hand brushed against his bangs, barely grazing his skin. He jolted backwards, into a chest, arms wrapped around him from behind. He started to thrash and kick, "Let go of me-!"
The arms unwinded from around him, The Grabber sitting on the foot of the mattress, "I just wondered..." He trailed off, his gaze burning into Finney.
Finney felt like he was dealing with a wild animal, 'Never break eye contact'.
The Grabber stood up without a word and left, the door clicking shut behind him. Finney waited a few minutes before he was able to breathe, all of the air in his lungs heaving out with the shaking sigh. He ignored the shaking of his shoulders, the tremble in his hands.
Finney sat up, deciding to mess with the window bars again.
The Grabber would eventually return, holding a plate of eggs and a question.
Finney lied.
The Grabber was furious, smashing the plate and shouting, his voice shook Finney's bones, making swallowing the lump in his throat nearly impossible.
The Grabber lunged, not giving Finney anytime to process before he was slammed face first on the mattress, "Naughty boy, Naughty boy!" Finney struggled, panic taking hold, he pushed and shoved at The Grabber's hands holding him down.
A loud bang echoed through out the basement as Finney's head was bashed into the wall behind the bed, his struggling ceased as he groaned.
The Grabber made quick work of undoing Finney's pants, pulling them down to his knees.
Finney's head pounded, vision dark around the edges, but a new type of fear lanced through his veins. He was so stupid to not think of this scenario, he had been so naïve. 'Never show your back.'
The Grabber sat so that Finney's legs were caged in between his own, one hand planted on Finney's had to keep it pressed down into the mattress. He took off his own pants, unbuckling Robin's belt and pressing the head of his cock against Finney's hole.
"If you had listened, you would've enjoyed this a lot more, Finney." The Grabber hissed the name out and with one sharp thrust, he was buried inside.
Finney shrieked. The pain in his head was nothing in comparison to the burning in his ass, he was frozen stiff as if that would help. The Grabber didn't wait, canting his hips forward in brutal motions.
Finney's head was ringing, loud blaring ringing that ultimately did not help the pain in his ass.
He tilted his head to the side, gasping for air and wailing. The phone was buzzing on the hook, the ringing loud enough to shake the wall almost.
The phone was ringing.
The Grabber ignored it, Finney focused on it, realizing that the others could see, were watching him get raped.
His resolve broke, he yelped and screamed and did everything in his power to fight, is that what they wanted?
The Grabber hissed when one of Finney's hits made their mark, fully leaning down and pressing his entire body weight on the thrashing boy, he bit down hard on the back of Finney's neck.
His scream filled the room, almost overpowering the sound of the phone. Whether it was blood or sweat that was dripping down his neck, Finney wasn't sure.
The Grabber grabbed Robin's belt, folding it up and starting to beat the boy under him with it. "That's right! Scream for me, Finney!"
As the hard buckle of the belt was pelted down at him again and again, the phone only rang louder, more violent and piercing. Finney's head hurt.
The Grabber's hips sped up, roughly fucking Finney down into the sticky mattress. Without warning, he pulled out and flipped Finney over, removing the bunched pants all the way off and pushing back in while Finney whined.
Finney's face was sweaty, his bangs clinging to his forehead while his eyelashes were almost glued together with tears. The Grabber's hand came up to wipe a few away, gently stroking and caressing Finney's cheek.
The Grabber's hand traced down to Finney's neck. Loosely wrapping around before squeezing tight and pressing down. Finney coughed and spasmed. The Grabber groaned in pleasure, the phone rang louder as if to cover the noise.
Finney was choking, his hands came up to pull weakly at The Grabber's fingers. The Grabber only cooed and squeezed tighter.
Finney kicked, but The Grabber held firm, fucking Finney as if he was nothing.
Black surrounded the edges of his vision, and Finney had an idea.
Finney ached his back off the bed and moaned, an imitation of the porno's that play late at night when the house was asleep, but it was enough. The Grabber paused everything, loosening his grip and pausing his rough pounding to make eye contact.
Even the phone stopped ringing.
Finney lunged, tilting his head to bite at The Grabber's neck. He didn't stop till he could feel his teeth connect through the rubbery skin. The Grabber tried to scream, but it was too late, by the time Finney hold off there was a decent size hole in his neck.
He died choking on his own blood.
Finney stayed still. He didn't so much as twitch his finger till the soft ringing of the phone broke him out of his stupor.
He reared back his leg and kicked The Grabber's body off of him, yelping when the cock also slid out of his ruined hole. He scooted away on the bed and looked down, the entire lower half of the mattress was soaked in Finney's own blood. The area around his mouth felt caked with The Grabber's blood.
With shaking legs he stood, stumbling a bit as he made his way to lean on the wall next to the phone. It continued to softly ring.
He picked it up, saying nothing, Robin's voice answered.
"Hey Finn." That was all it took. He broke down, the pain of what just happened, the blood in his mouth tasted bitter, "You did good. You did what we couldn't, you're free." Finney sobbed. He pressed a hand over his mouth to cover it up, as if the phone didn't hear him screaming in pain just a few minutes ago.
"It's done, you can go home now." Finney nodded his head in jerky movements as if unused to his body. He felt changed, a permanent scar was left on him. In a way that could never be washed off. He felt dirty.
"Do you remember the code?" Finney nodded, "Good, there's people looking for you. Just outside, you're sister's raising hell, better go let her know that you're alive." He didn't feel alive.
"Will I be able to see you again?" It was a dumb question, he could feel the shame coloring his cheeks.
"This is the last call, Finn." Finney nodded again. The line went quiet as neither of them made a move to talk.
"Bye Robin."
"Bye Finn."
Finney limped out of the basement, stepping over The Grabber's corpse along the way to freedom.