XXVIII: The Coming Floods

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Simone’s Notes:

Sexual abuse, also referred to as molestation, is the forcing of undesired sexual behavior by one person upon another, when that force is immediate, short duration, or infrequent, it is called sexual assault. The offender is referred to as a sexual abuser or molester. The term also covers any behavior by any adult towards a child to stimulate either the adult or child sexually. When the victim is younger than the age of consent, it is referred to as child sexual abuse. There are many types of sexual abuse, including: non-consensual, forced physical sexual behavior, unwanted touching, either of a child or an adult, sexual kissing, fondling, exposure of genitalia, and voyeurism, exhibitionism, exposing a child to pornography, saying sexually suggestive statements towards a child, the use of a position of trust to compel otherwise unwanted sexual activity without physical force, and incest.

With the flood gates open, Alex was left at the hands of Edward, Dr. Pierce, and Little Iris. They were really bored and wanted someone to torture sexually, physically, and psychologically. The lamb had been in that cabin for close to a month now. He had lost track of time now. The boy had almost forgotten what sunlight looked like. Hell, he forgot what any type of light looked like. Until tonight…

Alex awoke to the cold on his naked body. A flashlight nearly blinded him.

“Ow…” he mumbled. He flinched when a hand got closer to his face. It wasn’t automail. The flesh sent Alex into a panic zone. He really woke up when the hand mockingly stroked him on the cheek. The sight of the blackish-red nails started up a potential panic attack within the lamb.

“Leave me alone!” he pleaded. “Don’t touch me!” The hand slapped him violently in the face. Alex whimpered in pain.

“Shut your damn mouth!” a voice hissed. Alex quickly went quiet. The hands reached forward and unchained him from the wall. The lamb would’ve fallen to the ground if he hadn’t been caught in time. He heard a chuckle in the dark.

“Pathetic,” she said. “Now, let’s go!” She hauled him away into the night. Alex had his face kept down the whole time so he couldn’t see where he was going. He didn’t dare to ask in fear of her smacking her on the way there. They walked all the way to the dim road. The lamb noticed tire treads on the ground. He also noticed the leaking gas on the ground. His eyes widened quickly. “A car?” he thought. “Where exactly are we going now?” Suddenly, he felt a snap pain in his neck once again. Alex grew pale and slumped down in her arms. She dragged him into the car and it sped away out of the woods.

Alex awoke in the wee hours of the morning in the cold darkness. The smell chemicals burned his nose and gave him a pounding headache. It didn’t take him long to guess where he was. “Back in the doctor’s lab again,” he thought. “What’s he going to do to be now?” Suddenly, Alex felt a hot breath on his skin. He slowly looked up to see none other than the Good Doctor looking down at him.

“Oh good,” he muttered at the lamb. “You’re awake. Now we can begin the experiment.” Alex really panicked when he felt Dr. Pierce’s hands wandering all over his body.

“DON’T TOUCH ME, YOU SICK PERVERT!!!” he cried. Dr. Pierce smacked him hard in the face.

“Shut up, guinea pig!” he snapped. “We own you, remember!” Alex whimpered in silent pain. The Good Doctor stood back, smiling. He walked over to his desk and went to the control panel. As Alex tried to see what the incubus was doing, he heard footsteps coming up behind him. His eyes wandered to the back door. Edward, Azrael, and Little Iris were walking over to him. Alex’s eyes widened in terror. “I’m in trouble now!” he thought. Dr. Pierce hit record with the microphone.

“February first, 1917,” he said. “Operation Poppy Field will now commence!” The Good Doctor looked up at Alex and his fellow slaves.

“Let us begin!” he commanded.

“Right!” they replied. Dr. Pierce pulled out the syringe needles and cleaned up the lamb’s arm with alcohol. Alex looked on with big eyes. He injected some sort of drug in his blood. The lamb winced in pain. The Good Doctor lightly patted him on the head in mockingly way.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “It’ll all be over soon.” He forced a kiss onto the lamb’s lips. Alex shuddered in disgust. The Good Doctor added another shot to that. Some, the others joined in to the sick fun. Edward unzipped his pants and shoved his mouth into his pet’s mouth. He held open the jaws to keep him from biting down. Azrael licked on the boy’s skin all over in an icky way. Little Iris knelt down and sucked Alex off mercilessly. The poor lamb couldn’t scream out or beg them to stop. All he could do was lie there and take it until he passed out again. Only this time was different. This torture session would imprison him inside the last place he expected to be—inside his own mind.

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