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Author: Lady of the Ghost (pipermaru)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DC, 1013. No one except my evil mind will profit from this story. Just the satisfaction that these characters were tortured.
Type: Angst, angst, angst .... Did I mention angst? ... nc-17 (for scenes of violence and other things that will advance), and UST Spoilers
: At the moment there are none, so the anti-spoilers can rest easy.
NOTE! : I WANT TO ADVISE THAT THIS REPORT MAY NOT LIKE A LOT OF PEOPLE FOR SOME EVENTS TO BE IN THE SAME. I PRAY THAT PEOPLE ARE NOT OPEN TO EXTREME SITUATIONS, DO NOT COMPLAIN AFTER READING. HE ADVISED. BY THE WAY, NO PAYMENT THERAPISTS.
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Quantico
Autopsy Room Scully
slowly began to subside. Felt tears still wet on his cheeks, but had succeeded on the basis of self-subsiding sobs. The last thing I wanted was that someone entered the room and found her in such a state.
breathed deeply a few times, wiped her tears with the right sleeve of his white robe, rose slightly shaky on his legs and, imposing value, approached the body that it should examine, because first of all was a professional and as such, should do their job.
was now more than ever convinced that Mulder was trapped and died of fear out there at the mercy of a psychopath. So had that nightmare in the morning and that another chilling vision of Mulder few minutes ago. These messages were trying to reveal something about the disappearance of his companion, but it was so difficult for her to believe in the supernatural ... sometimes hated because they are so strict that pertained to their beliefs.
was easier to Mulder. He just followed his instincts, hunches, indifferent to people's prejudices and the infamous nickname madman who had won. Mulder is not subjected to intense analysis and insights of his life, although face every situation without stopping to question absolutely nothing too was dangerous. But it was better to live dominated by uncertainty, tempted to make a decision, however, afraid to be choosing whether or not correct.
So she felt most of the time, divided between the orders of their scientific education, and the inexplicable nuances of each case investigated, that tested everything he knew and what he believed.
should now strive to open your mind even a little to find the evidence to enable it to initiate an investigation. If Skinner and the Whole Damn FBI bureau did not believe him, did not care.
was sure that these premonitions were the key that would lead to his teammate lost.
* * *
Place unknown
Mulder lay numb and withdrawn on the ground. Pools of their own blood mixed with urine around him and bubbled from his body, but he seemed not to realize that yet. Unbreakable chains holding him by the wrists to an iron pipe to the wall, and strong tremors shook her body from the cold and in reaction to what had just experienced. I was lost in a place where I felt no pain.
His mind was blank. Not recall the proposal of his abductor to become his partner in crime in exchange for not making him suffer, and how that was rejected, insulting and infuriating, the way that this monster compared their childhoods, both characterized by a physical and psychological abuse.
Suddenly, everything began to revive.
NC * * * TOP 17 * * * Same place
few hours before
After being rejected and damned without hesitation, the heartless subject did not hesitate in hurting his back slaughtered in the most savage and unworthy. He untied her feet and hands, but for the desperation and frustration of Mulder, chained by the wrists to the wall, lying on his stomach, completely vulnerable. Then, Despite the resistance imposed Mulder, injected a new dose of muscle relaxant, paralyzing him instantly.
The horror that followed would be etched forever in the brain of Mulder. Her captor took off his pants and positioned himself behind her. Mulder began to shake uncontrollably and mourn at the thought of the pain you inflict in a few seconds. Movement tried in vain to escape his killer. Nothing could save him this time. Scully would not arrive in time to rescue him from his cruel fate.
suddenly felt intense pressure in his rear. He closed his eyes and squeezed tightly because of the unbearable pain. More tears escaped from his eyes. She screamed, moaned, begged her to stop, but nothing stopped her abductor to slip brutally by the walls of your rectum. His wrenching expressions of grief only encouraged him to continue his torture.
Her captor enjoyed most of this meeting that previous victims, because Mulder was so tight and virginal, which caused him to violate it with a more intense frenzy. The others had experienced previous homosexual relationships and that, somehow, had discouraged a bit, but ultimately this feature had not influenced the outcome. All were dead. And this agent would be too soon, but before going to enjoy for a long period of time, to satisfy his lustful appetite.
Then the union uncut anal, slipped a hand between the floor and the pelvis of his terrified prey and began to rub her sex vehemently, It produced an erection within a few seconds. As you begin to ejaculate, Mulder's cries intensified. I knew it was a natural reaction to a particular stimulus, but felt less humiliation. Mulder
from their position, I could hear the labored breathing of his captor, who continued his pelvis hitting hard against the entrance of the hole in his back and rubbing his cock roughly.
He did not know with certainty how long the assault lasted, but when completed, Mulder for several minutes he had stopped screaming. Her throat burned, and therefore preferred to keep quiet and suffer in silence. Perhaps this decision would take emotion to Machiavellian game proposed by his executioner, and end up bored.
When the individual withdrew the offensive mass of flesh from his right, Mulder urinated from fear, deepening his humiliation. The assailant left the room without saying a word or boast of his sick actions. The best answer to this was to see his victim, submissive, surrendered before him, pleading for his life and condemned.
Mulder no reaccionó hasta rato después, cuando recobró los sentidos, momentáneamente perdidos por el shock, y sintió la espesa sustancia que emanaba de su lesionado recto. Sangraba. Esta imagen lo asqueó profundamente y vomitó todo el contenido de su estómago acompañado de una gran cantidad de sangre.
Inmediatamente después perdió la conciencia.
* * * FIN NC 17 * * *
Quántico
Sala de autopsias
Dana Scully se encontraba en el tramo final de la autopsia de la cuarta víctima, cuando Skinner entró a la sala. Venía del apartamento de Mulder, donde se había pasado morning inquiring where I could find evidence of his agent, but finding nothing major, nothing to report on his whereabouts.
- What's new? - Asked closer to the metal gurney, while Scully took off her gloves stained with blood.
- No. Only what we already know - answered briefly - Any news on the whereabouts of Mulder? - He asked without much hope. Sensed by the worried face of his superior who remained as before: no clue. Skinner shook his head, but Scully instead of abating, stayed right with the opposite view, holding back tears.
At that moment he was about to tell about the premonition that he was experiencing, but refrained from doing so because it was more than sure that no one would believe him. If he did, that would only withdraw the case and sent home, saying he was beginning to affect it. I did not know for sure if the case was related to investigating the disappearance of his partner, but if Skinner had and forced her to take a break, impossible to conduct the search.
- We can not wait any longer, sir. Mulder might not have. We have to start the search - Scully said firmly.
- That's what I had in mind so I came to pick her up. As is done, we will go to the office of the FBI to begin the operation, she nodded.
- Lord, I want ... I would like to be me who leads the search, please - asked Scully. Skinner evaluate your request a few seconds, so personal that it was the case to its subject, but finally agreed. Scully changed his clothes and the two set off at Edgar Hoover.
* * * Location unknown
A strong kick in the ribs him out of his pleasant unconsciousness. Another kick, but now aimed at his head, forced him to open his eyes. Still lying on his stomach and the pain had not disappeared, nor the chains that restrained. The chills had subsided, but that's not looked upon him as a consolation, because it only meant that the cold had climbed to numb.
noticed the stench that his head rested on a pool of his own vomit and immediately withdrew it, discovering that he had regained the use of his muscles. This reaction warned that her attacker was awake and came back to beat him in the ribs, but this time with such energy that the departed and left him struggling to breathe.
- Leave me alone, damn unhappy, leave me alone! - Shouted Mulder when he recovered. For answer the man broke an ankle in a furious kick. Then he grabbed by the hair and pulled his head back violently, until he was face to face. Mulder's eyes were already acclimated to the darkness and could see well at his assailant, but of no use to catch it if it came alive.
- Who do you think you're talking about, huh?! Do not you was a lesson what I did before? Answer me! - You asked, spitting out the words in your face. Mulder remained undaunted. Do not allow snatch what little dignity he had shed a tear or begging. He was ready to give battle, but knew that ultimately lost.
- Fuck - dared to speak slowly and emphasizing each syllable, running his voice through all the hate he felt for that monster. Filled with rage, the man's head hit the pavement Mulder, breaking his nose. Tears of pain escaped the eyes of Mulder and mixed with the blood that flowed from his nose broken. - Who are you? - Asked in a whisper. - Who are you! - Asked again stronger when received no response.
- I'm surprised you have not guessed - he laughed scornfully - Especially because I am what I have been searching for the last two weeks - he whispered in her ear. Mulder let out a sigh of frustration. He wanted to shout a string of insults, but that would only give you the perfect excuse to unleash her libido again. The desire to dominate his fierce opponent faded as she realized it was a useless struggle.
Screams erupted again when he felt the offensive and disgusting murderer's hand slithering under her pelvis.
continued ...
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01/10/2006
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