RL has stopped kicking my ass long enough for me to write this.
Granted I can't make this as bad as I want it to be(well, maybe I can...)
And I know that I need to bring Scully back in this at some point.
That point is not now, however.
Before I quit stalling and actually get on w/ the rest of the chapter...yeah, this will be picking up from the last scene.
Fair warning.
I can't get too graphic, but I'll be as close to it as I can.
And there's some more cutting(I can't help it...I really can't. But at least there's this warning)
I still don't own anyone here that you know, and I really don't have the cash to buy them anyways.
Mulder tried to squirm away from the bastard's embrace, but the harder he tried to get away the *harder* the bastard got.
Suddenly to Mulder's horror he realized that he was getting hard as well.
"Doesn't seem so bad now, does it boy?" asked the man as he started to pump him.
[This is not happening, this is not happening]
Mulder had never believed in God before, buthe promised to do everything short of becoming an altar boy if he would just go away.
*front door closes*
"Fox? Are you here?"
The man let go of Mulder's cock and he groaned and slumped to the floor.
"Are you ok?"
Mulder turned around to look at the man and he noticed a gun handle sticking out of his waistband.
He swallowed hard and replied "I'm fine Mom. Just a little cramp."
"Well if you're sure that you'll be ok-"
"I'm fine Mom."
"Well I need to do a few more errands. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Ok Mom."
*front door closes again*
The man pulled Mulder to his feet and slapped him before kissing him ruthlessly.
"Try to be a bit more believable next time."
Mulder glared at him as he walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him once he left.
He walked over to his desk and started to rummage around until he found a tiny switch.
He flipped it, and a tiny drawer with a razor blade and a boxcutter slid into view.
He then grabbed a lighter off of his desk and heated up the blade until the bottom of the razor was black.
He waited a moment before he wiped some of the deposits of and then he pulled the razor across his arm.
After his head started to feel clearer, he walked over to his trunk and pulled out some alchohol, neosporin, gauze and tape.
Once he's cleaned up all of the slashes, bandaged his arm and made sure that he didn't go too deep, he finally got dressed and grabbed his jacket to search for Alex's number.
He decided against calling Alex and he decided to log into his online journal instead, writing about what had just happened.
He didn't have any problems posting his life online, just due to the fact that no one from his real life would ever see the journal.
He had the settings on so that he was logged out after every session and it disconnected if he was away from the computer for more than 10 minutes.
Ok, there's the update.
lol
And I promise that somehow I'll bring Scully back. :D
Granted I can't make this as bad as I want it to be(well, maybe I can...)
And I know that I need to bring Scully back in this at some point.
That point is not now, however.
Before I quit stalling and actually get on w/ the rest of the chapter...yeah, this will be picking up from the last scene.
Fair warning.
I can't get too graphic, but I'll be as close to it as I can.
And there's some more cutting(I can't help it...I really can't. But at least there's this warning)
I still don't own anyone here that you know, and I really don't have the cash to buy them anyways.
Mulder tried to squirm away from the bastard's embrace, but the harder he tried to get away the *harder* the bastard got.
Suddenly to Mulder's horror he realized that he was getting hard as well.
"Doesn't seem so bad now, does it boy?" asked the man as he started to pump him.
[This is not happening, this is not happening]
Mulder had never believed in God before, buthe promised to do everything short of becoming an altar boy if he would just go away.
*front door closes*
"Fox? Are you here?"
The man let go of Mulder's cock and he groaned and slumped to the floor.
"Are you ok?"
Mulder turned around to look at the man and he noticed a gun handle sticking out of his waistband.
He swallowed hard and replied "I'm fine Mom. Just a little cramp."
"Well if you're sure that you'll be ok-"
"I'm fine Mom."
"Well I need to do a few more errands. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Ok Mom."
*front door closes again*
The man pulled Mulder to his feet and slapped him before kissing him ruthlessly.
"Try to be a bit more believable next time."
Mulder glared at him as he walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him once he left.
He walked over to his desk and started to rummage around until he found a tiny switch.
He flipped it, and a tiny drawer with a razor blade and a boxcutter slid into view.
He then grabbed a lighter off of his desk and heated up the blade until the bottom of the razor was black.
He waited a moment before he wiped some of the deposits of and then he pulled the razor across his arm.
After his head started to feel clearer, he walked over to his trunk and pulled out some alchohol, neosporin, gauze and tape.
Once he's cleaned up all of the slashes, bandaged his arm and made sure that he didn't go too deep, he finally got dressed and grabbed his jacket to search for Alex's number.
He decided against calling Alex and he decided to log into his online journal instead, writing about what had just happened.
He didn't have any problems posting his life online, just due to the fact that no one from his real life would ever see the journal.
He had the settings on so that he was logged out after every session and it disconnected if he was away from the computer for more than 10 minutes.
Ok, there's the update.
lol
And I promise that somehow I'll bring Scully back. :D