Burns
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Category:
M through R › One Tree Hill
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,157
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
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.
Burns
Title: Burns
Rating: R
Warnings: rape/non-con, het
Spoilers: 4x06
Pairings: Peyton/fake-Derek
Summary: Peyton’s despair at the mercy of her stalker
Setting: S4, post-attack, pre-real Derek’s inspiring speech and boxing lesson.
Distribution: If you’ve had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.
The ropes are unforgiving as they dig into her bruised wrists, rubbing the skin until it burns. It helps take her mind off the throbbing pain in her head, but only for a short while. It soon becomes an amalgam of various aches and pains, some of which she can’t even remember getting.
These, though, are a dream compared to the next pain she feels. The brutal violation paired with a feeling of absolute terror and mind numbing detachment from the situation, that sends her whole body into a shivering cold sweat. Unable to fight back, she can only lie there sobbing into the dirty mattress as he takes her over and over again…
The touches are light against her cold skin, trailing down her arm in a gross bastardisation of a loving caress. The shivers turn to shakes as the panic flares up once more. She isn’t even aware he’s finished.
To Peyton, it will never end.
End.
Rating: R
Warnings: rape/non-con, het
Spoilers: 4x06
Pairings: Peyton/fake-Derek
Summary: Peyton’s despair at the mercy of her stalker
Setting: S4, post-attack, pre-real Derek’s inspiring speech and boxing lesson.
Distribution: If you’ve had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.
The ropes are unforgiving as they dig into her bruised wrists, rubbing the skin until it burns. It helps take her mind off the throbbing pain in her head, but only for a short while. It soon becomes an amalgam of various aches and pains, some of which she can’t even remember getting.
These, though, are a dream compared to the next pain she feels. The brutal violation paired with a feeling of absolute terror and mind numbing detachment from the situation, that sends her whole body into a shivering cold sweat. Unable to fight back, she can only lie there sobbing into the dirty mattress as he takes her over and over again…
The touches are light against her cold skin, trailing down her arm in a gross bastardisation of a loving caress. The shivers turn to shakes as the panic flares up once more. She isn’t even aware he’s finished.
To Peyton, it will never end.
End.