Fearful Alleyways [Sage]

[sage lilith campbell]

Her shutting up wasn't going to do herself any good. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that it was late and nobody would hear her, she'd be screaming her lungs out right now. But she felt that if she could just reason with him (though the guy had absolutely no concept of reason whatsoever) and beg and please like last time, maybe she could save herself from another trauma.

But Chris wasn't messing around this time. He didn't care whether she begged or pleaded or whether she tried to talk to him in a normal tone of voice. And Sage knew this as soon as he slipped his hand into his boot, bringing out a small butterfly knife. If it wouldn't have been cliche, she would have gulped.

This wasn't something she was going to wriggle her way out of. Sage was truly fucked, no pun intended, for she had full knowledge of what he was going to do with her. Panic was starting to set in, she could feel it starting in her chest, as her breaths were coming in shorter, struggled gasps. She closed her eyes and felt the button of her jeans undone, heard her zipper being pulled down. Now she was truly scared, his words no longer something to scare her with, but something that had full potential as something even worse to happen to her. Sage winced as she felt the cold blade between her breasts, and held back a gasp as she felt it cut into her flesh, just so far.

"Please, please just stop." Sage started crying harder. God, she didn't want this to happen again. What had she done to deserve this all over again?! "Chris, please," She opened her eyes, looking up at him, trying to find whatever bit of soul he had, "you don't want to do this again. I'll do whatever you want, just stop."

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[chris xander stammings]

Sage began to cry harder, and Chris only grinned down at her. It wasn't something that would make him feel any sort of regret for what he had done nor for what he was going to do. Her crying wouldn't awaken something in him that cared, or make him second guess that he was doing something she didn't want to happen to her. He wouldn't magically gain a conscious or a sense of worry that she might honestly not want this. That he might be fucking up her emotional stability for the future. Chris didn't care if she wouldn't be able to trust again, or build any type of long lasting relationship in the run through of her life. He didn't think twice about the fact that she might have nightmares about this night for a million nights that have yet to have happened it.

Chris just plainly didn't care. Not only didn't he care, but he had not want to care. His mind was going a million miles a minute, but nothing like Sage. He was thinking about her naked body under her, crushed against the cobblestone. About how her shivering body was going to warm him, bring him satisfaction.

So as she cried and her body trembled, so did Chris's but in anticipation. She begged, talked to him but Chris wasn't listening anymore.

"Sage, be a good little bitch and just stop talking because I would just hate to have to cut out the precious little tongue..."

Time slowed, and the world around him disappeared. It was him, and this women. A women he didn't know, but for a past he had once lived in. He knew of her life, very briefly. Knew that she worked but that was about it. Not where she called 'home'. If she had a boyfriend, or was even interested in men anymore. But none of that mattered because as he pushed her jeans down, he kissed her neck in a rough manner.

And as it was only him, the sound off his own zipper cut through the crisp air and Chris let of sigh