Foreign to Safety: Worthless.

John taped Wills’ hands to the front of the bed, thoug he still squirmed and kicked his legs. John growled at him and punched him in the stomach so that he would stop moving… which worked well. 1

When John left another body appeared, though this one was petit and tall, it was Ciara, Johns’ girlfriend of five years. He could feel her smile, he hated it when she smiled because it meant ill for himself…. And she smiled a lot.2

Ciara strode in and saw Will lying, tied to his bed. She set her camcorder up on a shelf in front of his bed and low enough that it had an entire view of what they were doing; she switched it on and crawled onto the bed, then turned back to the door where John stood.3

“Give us a moment, then we’ll do doubles.” She said and he closed the door and walked out. 4

Will closed his eyes for a moment, half wishing that this was not his life and that it was all a dream… a terrible dream… but a dream. The other half was wishing that even though she did this to him, it would not be half as bad if she could reframe from filming it. He hated it because not only was she forced upon him, but she would show others what happened and what she would do and they’d talk about new ways to have sex, he was utterly disgusted, you can’t even call rape sex, it isn’t sex.5

In the beginning he hated it and it made him sick easily just thinking about it after it had already occurred… but after a while he had gotten so use to it that it was like breathing… this is just what happened, what went down every freaking day of his life. It was their routine… he would lay there as quite as possible… and they would rape him as hard as possible, just trying to make him squeal and groan and whimper and hurt… they loved it.6

She looked down at him, he looked scared and his eyes were filled with tears that had not fallen across his face yet. She smiled. “You don’t have to be afraid, Will… I won’t hurt you.” She whispered and drew her finger across his bare chest then down to his pans where she unzipped them and slid them of and threw them onto the floor along with his boxers, she watched his chest inflate and deflate quickly. She lay on top of him, propping herself up with her arms and looked down at his face. “Why are you scared?” she asked, but he did not answer. She lowered herself to him and kissed his neck, she could feel his jaw clinch. “Do you hate your brother, Will?” she whispered into his ear and pushed herself up and waited for the answer; he shut his eyes and gave her none. She leaned closer to him. “I hate him too.” She said and pushed him inside her, she looked down at his face and saw one tear roll down his cheek, but he stayed still and did not move. She pushed and pulled until all that occurred was her moaning breathlessly. “You have a dick like your brother.” She said and pushed herself up and down again slowly, but he tried his best to ignore her. “How long has it been since your father went to prison for the same thing your brother is doing now, huh?” she asked, but he said nothing. She was utterly surprised of how well he kept quite, not even his brother could keep quite while she was in control, she was actually quite insulted. Finally she stopped and pulled back on his boxers and leaned up against him. “How long has it been since your father use to rape you every night? And when he finally went to prison… your brother did it to you,” she taunted him coolly, “…but your brother lets other people, other strangers, rape you and hurt you and tear at you.” he squeezed his eyes shut and tried not too listen to her, she laughed and pulled away. “This is better for both of us, Will.” She said and his eyes opened. She cut the tape that bound him and screamed. John opened the door. When he was in the room she looked back at him, tears in her eyes.7

“How come he’s cut loose?” he asked and looked towards Will, whose face was completely bewildered. They both looked at Ciara. “What is it?” he asked, she inhaled a raggedy breath.8

She stood and walked over to John. “When I walked in and sat down I saw that the tape was cut…” she sobbed, “He raped me, Jonny!” she screamed and John looked furious over at Will.9

“I didn’t I swear it, John!” he said and sat up.10

“You raped my girl?” he shouted and walked over to Will.11

“No I didn’t! John I swear I didn’t, she just…” 12

“She just what?” John shouted at him and unbuckled his belt then pulled it out of the loop holes. 13

“No, John, please! I swear I didn’t!” and though he wept, his brother did not listen to his pleas of mercy.14

John pulled his belt up, the buckle whistled threw the air and smacked hard onto Wills stomach, splitting the skin, he screamed and crawled to the corner of the bed where he, his arms over his head, attempting to shield himself form his brothers wrath. 15

“You son of a bitch!” John said threw clinched teeth and he whaled the belt down at Will, the buckle snapped once again, though this time on Will’s arm. John frowned to himself and leaned over to Will. “Lay flat, now.” He said, but Will shook his head. “What?” he hissed. Will shook his head still, without word. “Lay flat! Now!” he shouted, but when Will still did not obey him he grabbed his arm and jerked him out of the corner. “You will do as I say, or I’ll freaking beat you too death!” he shouted as he pulled Will over into the center of the bed where finally let go of his arm, but just so he could pull it back and backhand Will across the face. “Lay flat!” he repeated and Will finally turned and lay flat on his stomach, but John grabbed him and flipped him over. “On your stomach, fagot.” He said and Will looked up at him, his eyes wide and frightened.16

“No, please. I swear I’ll lay flat, I’ll do whatever you say, but…” he was interrupted by a harsh hand smacking against his face again. John raised his hand again, but Will recoiled so he dropped it. 17

“Lay flat… now.” He hissed. His voice like a rush of fringed air on a freezing winters night. Will whimpered once and lay down on his back. John smiled a cold smile. “Good lad.” He said and grabbed the tape from the night stand beside the bed and taped both his hands to the bed again. When he was done he stripped off a piece of tape about six inches long and pressed it over Will’s bleeding lips. “Cry if you want too, Little brother… but no ones going to hear you.” He whispered as he stood, raised his hand and dropped it, the belt buckle hit Will in the stomach again. He screamed, but it was muffled by the tape. John hit him again and again until the blood from the cuts on his stomach and chest covered his torso and the bedding a half inch around where he lay. His screams turned into whimpers, though he still wept.18

John knelt next too Will and grabbed his throat. “If you scream for help after I take this off, I swear I’ll beat you harder then ever before.” And with that John stood, ripped off the tape that covered Wills’ mouth and left.19

Will lay there weeping and whimpering, wanting to curl up in a ball of his own protection, though truly knowing that he would find none here. He pulled at the tape, but it did not give. After trying harder too get free and failing, he finally gave up, just letting himself lie there… defeated. 20

The doorbell rang.21

John ran downstairs and opened the door. There were seven woman and three men there, he invited them in too wait on in the living room. “Unless there are couples you will go in by yourself, you signed up for girl and who signed up for boy?” he asked and after the finding out of the answers there were only four there for Will and six for Ciara. “Right, well its fifty extra bucks if you to beat the boy, but the beatings are not open for the girl. Who’s first?” he asked. A man and woman raised their hands, they were there for Will, but another person raised their hand, a woman, middle ages or so, she said she’d pay double if she could do it now, but then when she thought she had won the couple offered a quarter more then she did so she doubled her own double and the couple backed away. So she won and they would have too wait. “Alright, fifty or no fifty.” He said and they said fifty, he nodded as though it was them paying for a car wash. They paid him the hundred, fifty and he gave them the instructions too go to the room with the blue stripe and so they did. “Oh, yeah, the rules are that you may not cut his bindings, he has to stay attached to the bed at all times and you can not kill him… bad for business, you know?” 22

John sent another person to rape his girlfriend.23

The woman walked into the room with the blue striped door and inside on the bed was the boy she paid to rape.24

His hands were taped to the bed post as John said they would be. She walked over to him and sat on the bed beside him, she ran her fingers across his chest and up until they lay on his lips, which were still bleeding. Her face saddened as she bent down closer and kissed him lightly, he shut his eyes as she preceded and slid down his boxers, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out everything that was happening… as he always did.25

She stood and slid off her dress, revealing her pale thin body, she unhooked her bra and dropped it aside then slid of her panties, she pressed herself flat against him and with her knees she spread open his legs and he cried silently to himself as she slid him inside her.26

After and hour of her raping him, she took out a small knife and told him if he screamed that she would have too punish him. She pressed the knife against his chest and as she slit open his skin he attempted not to make any noises so that she would not hurt him farther, but such was easier said that done. He looked down at his chest as she carved a swastika on the right hand corner of his shoulder blade, he held it in as good as he possibly could, but he knew if she went any farther that he would not last. 27

She smiled and looked at her master piece, he saw clear madness bolt across her eyes and she leaned down and dragged her tongue over the wound she had inflicted, lapping up the blud.28

“Turn over.” She said and he hesitated just a second so she dragged the knife up his thigh, splitting open the skin, he grinded his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to endure it, “Turn over, now.” She repeated and he obeyed. When he was on his back she turned on the light and slowly carved what ever she wished in his skin. He felt the knife rip at the skin across his shoulders blade, beneath his neck. As she did so he barely felt much, he figured she was carving only the top layer of skin. She stopped for a moment then a cold liquid fell across his back and onto the carved lines she had put there. When the liquid ran down his shoulders and onto the sheets in front of his face he saw that it was ink… she was giving him a tattoo.29

When she finally got off of him and turned him over she smiled and dragged the tip of the knife across his chest then up it until it lay on the soft skin of his throat. “You know, I could easily kill you right now… it’s against the rules, but I don’t think your brother would mind…” she said and expected him to be frightened of her words, but he almost looked happy. She dragged the knife over to his right shoulder and stood it up. “Fine then.” she said and slowly pressed the knife in, his back arched and finally… he screamed and grinded his teeth and she smiled. “I said no noise.” She said. Letting go of the knife, but it didn’t fall, it stood there, protruding from his shoulder, the blade sunk about a half inch in.30

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too… I’m sorry.” He said threw a weeping voice, but she smiled anyway.31

“I know your sorry… but how are you suppose too learn your lesson if you are not punished when you do something wrong?” she said in a small friendly voice.32

“Please don’t… please, please.” He begged.33

She looked at him for a moment. “No… you will suffer.” She decided and he whimpered, wanting to recoil away from her but he could scarcely move.34

She brought out the thing she had stuck in the front of the bed; she pulled it out and showed him that it was a curling iron; his heart sank as he knew what she was going to do. She knelt on the bed and taped his mouth shut, she turned him over again, picked up the curling iron and set it on his back, he arched and screamed, but once again his screams of mercy were muffled away into nothing. She dragged the iron down his back as he screamed for her to stop, but she did not.35

Twenty minutes past of torture when she finally dressed and left, though for some reason or another she had pulled back up his boxers as if it mattered now. He lay there, falling in and out of consciousness, his body ached and, like always, he felt ashamed that he let himself be violated like this, but he was too afraid of the consequences from John if he did not do as he was told… so he laid there as the blisters boiled and his wounds bled.36

Unfortunately she had taken the knife out of his shoulder where she had sheathed it. Now the wound bled profusely, soaking the sheets. 37

As he lay there the other client came in, though this time it was two people, a man and a woman. He cursed. He hated it when men raped him because most of the time when they did so, when they left they left him half dead and brutalized. He whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut; hoping once it started that he would fall unconscious.38

The woman walked over first, the man stayed mostly in the back of the room for the time, but for the moment all fears had left him as a light hand touched his face and the words ‘are you alright?’ rang in his ears. His eyes cracked open as he saw the woman standing there, she had brown hair cut short and green eyes, he still could not see the man. “Are you alright?” she asked again, though she could tell he was bewildered by her question. She held up her hand and showed him a silver badge. “We’re police officers and we need too know if you’re okay.” She said and began cutting the tape that bound him to the bed, when it was cut the tape off she also took it off his wrists and helped him to sit up, he stood but only for a few seconds, the man caught him before he hit the ground.39

He had never been so happy to see police officers in his entire life.40

Will was sent to a hospital after they found him and helped as best the people could.41

John tried to escape the house when the male officer told him to stop, when he didn’t, he shot him twice in the head and chest, and even though the man he shot was a pedophile and a rapist, the officer was trialed and sent to prison for murder.42

Ciara got away with female abuse and was sent free.43

The woman that raped Will last was never seen again.44

And for the rest of Wills’ life he was left with the scarred memory of what his own kin had done to him, and when, if ever, he forgot, the scar of the swastika on his shoulder and the tattoo on his back, reminded him exactly what he went threw.45

And for the rest of his life the horrifying letters on his back reminded him of what he was to the blood he called family: Worthless… was forever written on his skin.