Triumvirate 2
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, abuse by parental figure, kidnap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: Three men take you away from an unhappy life.
Characters: destroyer Chris, Captain Syverson, Curtis Everett.
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The heat of the beating sun gathers in the closed space of the truck bed. Sweat slakes from your pores as you're rattled by each bump in the road. It becomes rough, enough for your skull to bounce on the metal. You hear the tires chewing dirt. You know your far out, even as time distorts in your hazy mind.
When at last you're still, you're not soothed. The rumble of the engine quiets but remains on your bones. Your teeth feel like they're chattering even as they're dulled by the rag nearly gagging you.
A door creaks, the swing of it shifting the entire truck. Soles crunch on the ground and another pair land heavily. A large sigh accompanies the third.
"The fuck, Captain. This is what you got?" One grits at the other. You think it's him. The one from the store.
"I told ya, it wasn't much." Another man responds.
The odd jingle of metal underlined their conversation and scuffling. You squirm. What is that? It's sniffing? The small puffs of breath are eerie as you struggle to discern one sound from another.
"Yeah, but I thought you were under playing it," the other scoffs.
"We'll make due," the third intoned with a note of agitation. "Enough."
"Snow, come on," the first man scoffs.
"Destroyer," the other derides. Are those their names? They can't be real... Better you not know their real ones
"The door lock?" Destroyer asks. Their tones are easier to pick apart as the conversation goes on.
"Yeah, here, I'll show ya." The one they call Captain has a drawl that makes him easiest to recognise.
There's a squeak and a click. Mocking laughter tears out. The third man sighs.
"A grade schooler could break that shit," Destroyer snorts.
"But we'll be here." The Captain argues.
"Mostly," Snow sniffs. "Even with a stronger lock..."
"Keep her tied up..."
"Sure, but not forever," Destroyer clucks.
Silence. Finally a throat clears. The Captain speaks. "There is another idea..."
"Can't be much worse than this." Destroyer chortles.
There footfalls hammer on unseen steps. At least, that's what you imagine. It's quite jarring to build a scene from sound alone.
You jerk against the straps. They're too tight, too thick. You whine and something taps on the bumper. There's scratching at on the metal.
"Aika!" A booming voice starts you.
Claws drag off the bumper and kick through the stones. It must be a dog. Shoot. That's not good.
The truck bed door opens. The air rushes in and you savour it. Only for a moment as you're pinned by your shoulders and the straps are unhooked. Another pair of hands latches onto your ankles and you're angled out of the truck bed. The two men carry you without mind to your wriggling. They're much too strong.
Panic surges and the blindfold dampens with your tears. You garble around the gag and shiver against the heat of their bodies. You can smell their sweat.
"Fucking shit," one mutters so low you can't make out which.
You're carried up three steps and the ground shifts under the weight of the three of you. Metal whines as a cold nose brushes your elbow. The dog is big.
A whistle and the canine retreats. You're lowered and one man tucks your head down. You try to kick and hit metal. You press your feet on the barrier. Bars!
You're shoved one last time as you're crammed into the right space. You pushed back with your shoulders but there's no give. You jerk your body against the walls.
"Hey, you don't do that," Destroyer warns right behind your ear. "You get yourself calm and we'll take that tape off."
You sneer around the fabric. Fuck you. It's nothing but gibberish.
You wallow in darkness, only able to listen as your wrists and ankles chafe. That question, why you, doesn't matter anymore. You're here and you're stuck with whoever these psychos are.
"Kinda grim, don't you think." Destroyer comments.
"We'll figure something else out." Snow insists. "My neck is so damn stiff."
"She won't be in there long, will she?" Captain asks.
"It was your damn idea," Destroyer accuses.
"Yeah, but looking at her like that..."
"You said you had a house. This is a goddamn trailer. The walls are paper. So, she stays in there until you, yeah you, fix this." Destroyer snarls. "Big fucking lump like you acting like some scared bunny. Start fucking thinking, bud."
The other sighs. Silence pervades the already humid space. Someone sits, another paces, and the third taps his fingers.
A rippling growl rolls through. Another sigh responds.
"Sorry, y'all. I'm hungry. Haven't eaten... Been too anxious," Captain mutters.
You kick the cage and thrash. He's hungry?! He's anxious?!
One chuckles. His voice confirms his identity. "Think she's hungry too." Destroyer snorts.
"Probably." Snow contends evenly. "Captain, you got supplies at least."
"Everything on the list." The other man affirms.
"Well, hell, you finally did something right," Destroyer hisses.
You still and growl around the gag. There's movement. Some shuffling, something dragging
Several beeps sound before the familiar hum of a microwave fills the air. When it times out, the door pops open. A savoury smell tickles your nose and floods your empty stomach.
Footsteps near and you sense someone closer, right on the other side of the bars. They set down something light.
"I'm gonna take the gag out. You're not going to bite or spit." Snow warns. "Just eat."
You don't respond. Not one move. He exhales.
"Closer," he taps the bars.
Stiffly, you slump over. Your stomach clenches violently. The sun and adrenaline forms a pit in your gut. He punched the end of the cloth poking out between your lips. He tugs until it's free. Your mouth is coarse and dry.
"Chicken Alfredo." He declares. "Face right. Open your mouth."
You hesitate but do as he bids. He blows before he gently places the fork against your lower lip. He slides it into your mouth and you suck the bland sauce and overcooked chicken off. The noodles are slightly crunchy.
You continue on like that. You've eaten worse and you're too starving to care. There's another set of steps behind you.
"I like the way she does that," Destroyer purrs over you.
You bite down and chew with lips sealed. Your insides boil. No longer desperate, you're angry.
You spit the food blindly back at Snow and once more raise your feet, slamming them into the bars.
"Creeps!" You holler. "Let me out of this thing!"
"Now, sweetheart, you wanna stop all that," Destroyer warns.
Snow snarls. "You couldn't just let her eat."
"How's it my fault? She's the one spat in your face."
"Y'all, we don't gotta fight," Captain says. "Please."
"Oh shut the fuck up," Destroyer barks. "You brought us out to this shit hole on false pretenses--"
"Get me out!" You slam your feet again and chant, "out! Out! Out!"
"Last warning, sweetheart," Destroyer warns.
You don't stop. Your voice tears from your lungs and you keep your feet kicking.
"Snow," Destroyer utters.
You don't hear a response but you feel it. Cold water crashes down on you. Soaking you through. You cry out as a puddle forms in the tray beneath you.
"What the shit?" You exclaim, teeth chattering.
"The next will be boiling," Snow says flatly, as if it isn't a threat at all.
You gasp and still. You wriggle in the bonds and only cause the bars to dig more into your back. You groan and go limp.
"You guys suck."
"Be good, sweetheart, and it won't be that bad," Destroyer taunts.
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"Where the fuck am I supposed to sleep?" Destroyer growls.
"The couch pulls out.... Table folds down..." Captain answers meekly.
"No fucking bed?"
"In the room but--“
"Dibs." Destroyer chimes. His weight groans in the floor.
"Guess I'll take the couch," Captain drawls.
The other man grunts. You just sit there, bent up in the cage, helpless. What can you do or say?
As the men settle in and the crickets begins their nightly chorus, you grow despondent. The world faded behind the blindfold. You could laugh or cry. How many years did you say to yourself, things can't get worse. A mother who doesn't love you, a ratty old house, no money...
You did the impossible. You stumbled headfirst into worse. You won't ever ask the question again. You can think exactly of how this can get worse.
You don't sleep. You're tired but you have no hope of rest. Your fear keeps you awake. Even if you can't see, you can't let yourself close your eyes.
There's snoring, maybe one or all of the men. It's incessant. You're further agitated by it.
A cough breaks the rhythm. You tense. You hear one of them moving. He clears his throat and heaves a deep breath.
As he rises, the floor seems to move. He must be the big one. What does it matter?
You feel him as he nears. You focus on staying still. Maybe he'll think your sleeping. He groans as you feel his grip on the cage as he lowers himself.
"I can't sleep." He whispers. "I'm real sorry, sugar. 'Bout the cage." He sniffs. "I know you ain't no dog. I don't even put Aika in it. I just...." He tuts. "I feel real awful, is all."
You snort.
"Sugar?" He whispers.
"If you feel bad, why don't you let me out?" You sneer.
"You gotta be quiet. You'll wake the others. They won't want me talking to ya. Not yet," he coaxes.
"Then I don't wanna talk to you either," you hiss. "Piss off."
"Now, you don't gotta be mean."
"Mean?!" Your voice piques. "I'm in a cage!"
He hushes you but it's too late. The snoring is gone.
"What're you doing?" Snow's voice is gravelly. "Leave her alone."
"I was just checking on her," the man grunts. "I sweat. She seemed lonely."
"There are rules." Snow says. "No talking. Not right now."
"It ain't fair, her being in the cage-"
"Go back to sleep," Snow orders. "Too tired for your nonsense."
The Captain sighs. He drags himself back to bed and a series of cracks makes you wonder if he won't break whatever's under him. You hear the dog tags and quiet sniffling. Not your problem. Nope, you're more concerned about the cage around you.
Another lull dips. It's not long before the snoring rises again. Good for them. They are sleeping so nice and happily while they got you locked up like an animal.
Well, you'll do something about that. As you open your mouth, you choke on your screech. Your voice fizzles as something tickles your wrist. A hand squeezes your fingers and shushes you.
"Don't be making any noise," the whisper scrapes through the silence. "Or I'll break em."
You wince and obey. His grip is enough to convince you. You don't move at all.
Something comes up behind you and toys with your hair between the bars. As he hums, you're assured of your visitor. It's him. Destroyer. The man who started it all in that corner store.
"You're real pretty. Can treat you right if you do the same in return," he rasps.
You don't respond. Your pulse is racing.
"Say please and I'll bring you out for the night. You can sleep with me, sweetheart." He purrs.
You swallow and bite down. You let your head fall forward. He's quiet, petting your fingers with his thumb.
"Wouldn't do nothing yet... Be our secret." He says.
You snort and rip your hand away. You kick the cage and spit on his direction. You tilt your head back and roar.
"Let me the fuck OUT!" You kick and kick again. You continue to holler until the cage is rattling loudly.
"You too," Snow snarls. "Christ."
The door behind you falls away. You don't expect it. It doesn't matter. A knee pins your shoulder and a hand on the other.
"Give me a rag." Snow barks.
He shoves another wad into your mouth. You bite down and feel his finger pinch. He snarls and flicks your ear. You moan.
He pushes you up and another man helps him cram you back in. The metal creaks as it locks again. You murmur around the new gag. Shit.
