DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these implied characters unfortunately. So you cannot sue me.
Warnings: obviously yaoi, dark lemon (meaning....RAPE, GRAPHIC RAPE YOU FOOLS!!) This fic is not for the weak hearted...or weak stomached (therefore those who suffer from motion sickness or are pregnant or nursing or have a heart, liver, kidney, lung, or disease should not get on the ride, the exits are lighted in red to the left or right of the screen....thank u and enjoy)

He who laughs last...
by: Lady Katana

They were laughing,
laughing at me.
I couldn’t see who they were.
I couldn’t see anything but the floor.
But they were laughing.

My legs hurt. My arms hurt.
I can’t move.
My nose is touching the floor. My arms are tied above my head. They are tied to the wall. My legs are folded under me, my knees strapped into a bent position. My feet are tied to the walls on either side of me, keeping me from bringing my legs together.
I’m naked, totally bare.
I feel like crying but I refuse to give my captors the pleasure of seeing my weakness. So I grit my teeth and hope that they will get it over with so I can stop pretending to be strong.

“How’s our little boy doing?” one of the men asked.

“We hope your not too comfortable.” Stated the second one.

They then laughed some more.
The first one left telling the other he had a meeting to attend and to start without him. The second man walked over to me. He just stood there a while. Then I heard him unzip his pants and pull them and his underwear down a little bit.
I mentally and physically prepared my self for what was coming next.
A disgusting hard warmth pressed against my crack. He laughed “Don’t worry, This is going to hurt you a lot more than it’s going to hurt me”
More laughter.
How I hate all this laughter.
I felt his filthy member forcing its way through my tight ring. I winced and tried not to scream. I could feel my edge and membranes being ripped apart as he forced himself into me. It was one blow splitting my hole wide. It felt like a shaft covered with sharp pieces of glass was being forced inside me. It hurt so bad I couldn’t breath.
I was revolted with shame and disgust. I groaned softly, making almost no sound at all, as he pressed deeper, smashing my resistance.
'How could this be happening? How? Why does my first time have to be like this?’ I thought as a shock rose from my middle to my heart. I nearly threw up when the intruding hardness pulled out them pushed back in. The horrible man’s member punched my entrails, sending waves of pain and shame over my body. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek but I stayed quiet. I would rather die then give him the pleasure of hearing me cry. But still the assault continued, faster and faster.
I can’t take this much longer. I’m going to pass out. My sore ring was stretched painfully under the invasion. A liquid warmth flowed down my crack.
My blood.
My sensitive tissues were being tore apart. My whole body was tense, trying to repel the undesired penetration, but I was being defeated as thrusts reached deeper. My body was hitting the floor with each thrust. I could feel my face wither in pain. I had cut my lips as I bit them , trying not to cry out. I would never give that dirty rat even the smallest victory.
No! Never!
I sobbed silently, unable to stand the pressure grinding my body from within. A final thrust was viciously pushed into my painfully carved butthole. I nearly lost it and screamed when I felt the disgusting semen being forced into my anus, mingling with my own blood.
The invading enemy shaft was pulled out. The disgusting man laughed as he untied me. I glared up an him, too weak to move.
He left as soon as he got dressed.
I gave into my pain and cried until I had no more tears to cry. Then I slept, trying to regain my strength.

one week later

I got out of my prison but now I’m returning.
I will get the last laugh.
I sneak into the horrid place and go straight to the living quarters. I already know where they live and headed straight there. They derived a slow and painful death but I don’t have time.
I set up a small but high powered bom on each of their doors. One of the boms could destroy the entire living area but I wanted to be sure they died. I knew they were in their rooms and I knew they would never hurt another person again.
I climbed to where I was just our of the blast range. I held the small detonator in my hand. I hesitated, then their laughter echoed in my head. Mocking me. I hit the detonate button without further hesitation.

I laughed as the building exploded, yet I felt not joy.
A quote sprang into my mind “He who laughs last laughs loudest”
Yes my laugh was loud, yet it lacked something.
I only felt sorrow. My heart felt like a lead stone sinking in a pool of blood.
My blood.

They still laugh at me. I can hear them. And their laughter is much louder than my own.
I’ll never get the last laugh.


OWARI


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