We'll Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

The drive was long so I got some sleep. When I woke up, I felt a lot more energized and I suspected Jack had just been driving around so he could keep me in this claustrophobic space for as long as possible. It worked, I was growing nauseous from the closeness of it all but at least I had my strength back. When he finally decided to pull into the driveway and opened the door, I was able to step out by myself while giving him a glare. Of course he pushed me for the look but it was worth it. After walking in, I decided that after that ordeal, I deserved some food but the second I opened the fridge door, Jack protested.

“What are you doing?”
“Food. My body is killing me and I deserve some ice cream.”
“You wouldn’t be hurting if you’d just shut up and obey.”

I whipped around.
“Yeah but what’s the fun in that?” I asked, my snarky tone not being missed by him.
“Agreed.” He replied, slapping me.

The force whipped me around and Jack’s body pressed against mine from behind.

“Jack, no.” I whimpered, my courage vanishing.
“You told me to make you my outlet well here you go.”
“Why can’t you paint?” I asked, feeling him unbuckle my belt.
“Paint can’t hold back the rage of hell, babe.” He whispered as my pants dropped. He was able to undress very quickly and he yanked my boxer briefs down.
“You want food?” He asked, pushing my upper body into the fridge, “Here you go.” He said, slipping in to me, dry and unstreached.

I screamed in pain and my arms flew forward, pushing all the food on the shelf to the side. Tears streamed down my cheeks from the agony. I shook my head,

“Jack, please no. It hurts.” I mewled.
“Good.” He snarled before snapping his hips against mine.

I let out another cry and a fresh wave of tears cascaded down, wetting the shelf.
For the second time that day, I thought I’d die from the pain but then suddenly Jack hit something and my back arched and a moan fell from my lips.

“Do you want me to keep going right there?” He asked.

I nodded hard.

“Too bad.”

Just as soon as the pleasure appeared, it was gone.

“No! No! Jack, please. Please!” I begged.
“Why should I?” He seethed.
“Please.” I whispered, clenching my eyes shut and hanging my head, I didn’t have the emotional strength to do this.
“You haven’t given me an answer.”
“It hurts and I-I can’t. I just can’t! Just please stop.” A sob escaped my lips.
“No.” He snapped and continued.

It felt like hours. Hours and hours of daggers attacking my abdomen. My hands didn’t have anything to clench but themselves so my nails dug into my palms, breathing seemed too hard, my lungs didn’t want to expand and deflate, and my teeth were gritted so hard I thought they’d shatter. After an eternity he pulled out, got dressed, and exited. Leaving me still halfway in the fridge, naked, bloody, sore, alone, and used.

Notes

Title cred: The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance


Think of how miserable lex must be. Not only does he have to deal with Jack, but he doesn't have a friend in the world. He has literally no one.

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