An Unkindess of Ravens
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Category:
M through R › One Tree Hill
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,958
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own One Tree Hill, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
An Unkindess of Ravens
An Unkindness of Ravens
Lucas lay naked, battered and bruised in the filthy muddy puddle, hands still tied securely behind his back. He’d lost track of time lying in the wetness. He’d managed to rise to his knees, head bent, body and spirit broken. Already the events were like a bad movie playing over and over again in his head. He felt filthy from the inside and the outside. He could still smell and taste the musty burlap bag that had covered his head. He could still hear the giggles and whispers as his captors drove him for what seemed like an eternity. His heart was still beating fast from the terror of the car rolling to a stop. He still felt the hands, pulling him out and around the back of the car. It all went bad from there. Until then, he’d prepared himself for an ass whipping or with any luck they’d just be pleased with themselves for terrifying the crap out of him.
When the hands began to roughly remove his shirt, fondle his nipple, tug at the zipper of his jeans, roughly pull down his briefs, invade his body, he knew it was going to go really badly for him. Even now in the silence of wherever he was, he could still hear the slide of metal zippers and tearing of foil packs. His body aches from being bent against steel and violated over and over again. He played a game in his head to take him away from the reality of what was happening; counting ravens. One raven, two ravens, three ravens, four. ‘What do you call more than one raven? An unkindness!
Lucas lay naked, battered and bruised in the filthy muddy puddle, hands still tied securely behind his back. He’d lost track of time lying in the wetness. He’d managed to rise to his knees, head bent, body and spirit broken. Already the events were like a bad movie playing over and over again in his head. He felt filthy from the inside and the outside. He could still smell and taste the musty burlap bag that had covered his head. He could still hear the giggles and whispers as his captors drove him for what seemed like an eternity. His heart was still beating fast from the terror of the car rolling to a stop. He still felt the hands, pulling him out and around the back of the car. It all went bad from there. Until then, he’d prepared himself for an ass whipping or with any luck they’d just be pleased with themselves for terrifying the crap out of him.
When the hands began to roughly remove his shirt, fondle his nipple, tug at the zipper of his jeans, roughly pull down his briefs, invade his body, he knew it was going to go really badly for him. Even now in the silence of wherever he was, he could still hear the slide of metal zippers and tearing of foil packs. His body aches from being bent against steel and violated over and over again. He played a game in his head to take him away from the reality of what was happening; counting ravens. One raven, two ravens, three ravens, four. ‘What do you call more than one raven? An unkindness!