Broken (Solangelo fanfic)

TW!!! Talk of rape (and a rape scene) and thoughts of suicide!! Do not read this chapter if you're sensitive to this sort of stuff! It will be explained in later chapters, but it will not be written in detail, so if you skip this chapter, it will not hurt your understanding of the story.

Nico's  pov

I wake up, no longer tied to the chair. Instead, I am tied only at the wrists and laying on a bed. I am so dizzy, I can't even tell where I am. I gasp in pain as I felt the injuries I sustained the last time I was awake.

I blink at the bright lights that were on. I shift, and I realize that I'm not going anywhere. I look around the room, mainly seeing concrete, wood, and hay.

Am I seriously tied down on a bed in a barn? I'm not a fucking animal Octavian!

I groan, feeling the pain in my face worsen. I heard a gasp and shuffling somewhere over on my right, but I don't look over. The only people it could be are Octavian, Luke, or Ethan, and I don't want to see any of them.  I heard the person drag themselves across the floor and I frowned. Did Octavian betray Luke or Ethan? 

"N-Nico? Is- is that really y-you?" I heard a sweet, kind voice whisper.

My eyes widen and I whip my head over to see what I never wanted to see. It was Will, tear-streaks on his cheeks, hair was a mess, covered in dirt, and his legs didn't look right. I sob.

"W-Will! What- wh-what did they d-do to you?" I whisper back.

"I think- I think they broke my ankle and my leg." He whisper-sobbed, wincing at the pain. "Oh God Nico.... y-you're face....What di-did they do t-to you?"

"S-so m-much." I sob, reliving all the pain. I then tell Will about all the things Octavian had done to me. 

Will looked like he was going to either puke or kill someone. "I swear that once I'm outta here I'm gonna kill that bastard...." He whispered, mainly to himself. 

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, the door opened up. Octavian walked in, an evil grin resting upon his lips. He walked over to Will in three swift strides, grabbed him by his hair, and dragged him off to a chair that was bolted to the ground by the wall. He pulled him up by his hair before forcing him to sit in the seat and tied him to it. Will just cried in pain as Octavian pushed his head back and tied it to the back of the chair.

I whimper as Octavian then walked over to me. He pushed his hand against my inner-thigh, causing me to wince.

"Today, I'm going to have my way with the dark prince here-" He stated, rubbing my thigh. "-while his prince charming is forced to watch. That way, I'll be torturing both of you at the same time!" He laughed, causing me to try to kick him.

"Fuck off!" I scream at him, aiming to kick him in the face or in the groin.

I missed. He then grabbed me by the ankles, hoisting them above his shoulders as he slipped into the bed with me. I struggle beneath him, terrified. I know what he's going to do to me, and I don't want it. 

Please.... 

Please stop....

***Smol time skip brought to you by Anxiety***

I lay on the bed, shaking. I was also on my face. Octavian had just finished up with me and had already left me. Tears mixed with the sweat that poured down my face in a weird mixture of salty liquids. I breath heavily, praying that the worst is over. It wasn't.

Octavian walked back in, crawling back on top of me. I whimper as I feel his skin press up closely to me. I sob loudly as I feel his hands slid up and down my legs, touching my back, rubbing my thighs. It was almost lovingly, but I knew, I knew. Octavian hates me, and I hate him.

He then touches my dick, causing me to jump and squirm. No, it didn't feel good, I felt gross, dirty, slutty. I hated these feelings.

"Octavian, please stop... Nico and I have both had enough..." Will pleads, like he did the first time. But Octavian doesn't answer, just like the first time.

Octavian continues to jack me off as I sob into the pillows. I refuse to let Will or Octavian see my face. I felt Octavian roughly push inside me, causing me to choke on the air that I was trying desperately to breath in. He thrusted into me roughly, causing me gasp and sputter. It hurt so bad.... why can't I just die?

I slip off into a new created world, my body trying to block out the pain that I felt.

I was in my room. Not the room I slept in in Mama's and Mom's house. No, this was the old house of mine. The one where I still lived in with Henry and Persephone. I wonder around the room, not really sure what to do. Then an idea pops into my head. I've wanted to do this but never had a chance.

I enter my bathroom quickly, instantly looking for my wooden box. I found it under the sink. I slid to the ground, cradling  the box. I opened it, pulling out the sharpest razor he could find. I pressed the blade against my right wrist, pushing down hard and swiping fast. The quickest way to kill yourself using a blade. I repeated this on my left wrist.

The cuts burned, but I don't care. I'm dying, and that's all that mattered to me. I'm going to die and I wasn't going to let anyone stop me....

Hello there lovelies! I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a bit, but I'm trying! I promise! Next chapters will only get better!