A/N: There is rape and violence mentioned in this chapter, I have marked the beginning and end with a warning ⚠️ sign, please do not read if this is a trigger for you.
“Go away.” You said in a low shaky voice, “we’re done. Over. Finished.”
“Oh, no we’re not.” He snarled with a malicious smile as he stalked over to you and lifted his leg, kicking you firmly in the side of the head, “we’re only through when I say we’re through.”
He kick was perfectly placed and you were knocked out cold the minute his shoe connected with you.
“Ah fuck.” He grunted as you collapsed sideways and sprawled out unconscious on the floor, “raping her when she’s out is no fun, guess I’ll just have to wait until she comes too again.” He muttered to himself.
Outside in another room nearby he could hear the muffled screams of your friend.
“I’ll go have fun with your bestie then come back and have fun with you.” He said to you as he gathered a spit ball in his mouth and hucked it at your head.
You weren’t sure how long you were out for but when you finally did come too you tasted blood in your mouth and couldn’t see properly because of the throbbing headache.
“Ughhh.” You moaned with pain, wincing as you tried to sit up, “shit! D/F!” You suddenly thought.
You listened and could hear her begging for someone to stop while you heard the cruel laughter from two males; one laugh you recognized well.
“They’d better not have done anything to her!” You seethed internally as you dragged yourself to your feet and stumbled towards the door. “I’ll fucking kick his balls up into his throat if he’s so much as touched her.”
You stumbled out into the main lounge and looked around. The whimpers were coming from the other room.
“Leave her alone!” You hollered, making your way towards the room’s doorway.
“Oh? So she’s awake now is she?” You heard D/H comment slyly, “I’ll leave you to it, man.” He added to his best friend as he got off the mattress.
“I’ll wait till you’re balls deep then I’ll follow suit with this one.” You heard his best friend say.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” You screamed, fear and anger fighting for dominance in your cry.
“I won’t fucking touch her because I’ll be touching you.” D/H said in a snarky tone as he walked out of the room and reached out quickly to grab you by the hair.
You winced as his fingers knotted into your scalp but the sad truth was this wasn’t the first time you had ever been grabbed by the hair and thrown to the ground, only this time there wasn’t the stench of alcohol.
D/H threw you off balance by your hair and you stumbled back and hitting the ground with a thud, arms painfully tucked in behind you as they remained bound by the cloth tie.
Your ex wasted no time in ripping the clothes off your lower half- despite your kicking and screaming- shouting every threat under the sun while he remained focused.
Your pants and panties were quickly discarded and his pants were quickly removed also.
— ⚠️ RAPE MENTIONED AHEAD PLEASE READ AT OWN RISK ⚠️ —
Panic set in as grim reality of what was about to take place hit you like a freight train. He wasn’t going to stop until he had taken what he had come for, and you knew that.
Your angry shouts pitched and became wild fear as he roughly grabbed your legs and forced them apart, pinning your left leg under his as he knelt his knee into the inside of your thigh, your right leg held in his left hand as he kept it open.
His lewd words intermingled with your screaming as he started telling you everything he was about to do to you and you watched helplessly as he pumped his erect member and placed it at your entrance.
“Yo!” D/H called over his shoulder to his friend in the room with D/F, “I’m going in, homeboy.”
“Right behind you, man!” Came the reply, almost drowned by D/F’s screams.
“No, dont! PLEASE!” You wailed, now distraught as you kept trying to struggle free.
“You’ll take my fucking dick, whore.” D/H snapped, his tip just entering into you.
— ⚠️ END ⚠️ —
Just then the door burst open and someone barreled through, nailing D/H and knocking him flying.
You burst into tears and quickly closed your legs, now that the assailant has been removed from between them.
Through your tear blurred eyes you made out the back of a very familiar figure.
“Iida!” You shouted through sobs, “D/F! Save D/F! She’s in the other room!”
Iida heard your voice and stopped punching D/H long enough to get up and race into the other room.
There was a heavy scuffle and suddenly D/F came stumbling out of the room, naked from the waist down.
“D/F!” You cried.
“Y/N!” She bawled, tears streaming down her face as she ran over to you and hugged you before getting around behind you to try and get the ties off your wrists.
“I can’t get it off.” She wailed, crying into your back while you sobbed.
Iida appeared again, breathing heavily and bloodied from where someone had scratched his cheek.
“Iida!” You cried, “I can’t get out of this.”
“She’s tied up.” D/F sobbed.
Iida didn’t say anything as he looked around and spotted your pants and underwear, picking them up quickly and walking over to you before taking his jumper off and laying it across your lap.
“D/F, your attacker is unconscious, as is D/H.” He said as he gestured to the knocked out pile of shit on the floor near the wall. “You are safe to retrieve your clothes.” He said to D/F.
“S-Sorry.” D/F mumble-sobbed, quickly covering her privates with her hands.
“Please do not apologize.” Iida said softly, “I should be the one apologizing.”
D/F quickly ran back to the room and pulled her pants on while Iida looked for something to cut you free with.
He found a shard of glass in the kitchen, presumably from the broken kitchen window, and bought it back into the room to cut you free, which he managed to do with a degree of difficulty.
Once your hands were free you quickly placed them over your lap, embarrassed that you were naked under his jumper on your lap.
Unable to speak, you just sobbed again.
Iida gently coaxed you to put your clothes back on while he turned his back, and after you had dressed, he picked you up bridal style and held you against his torso.
“Y/N, I swear to you, I will never let this happen again, no one will ever touch you again.” He said in a soft yet stern voice.
You turned and buried your face into his chest, sobbing as you clung onto his shirt.