Torturous Nights

A/N: Hey guys. I wrote this story because it was something that I had in my head for a while. If you don't like this type of fic then DON'T READ IT! It is a rape fic, so don't comment on it telling me I have a problem or something for writing it. If you're gonna leave a bad comment leave it about my writing style, ect. NOT THAT YOU DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF FIC. For those of you who do read please review. I've had this written for a while, but had never had the guts to post it until now when someone else read it and told me I should. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the X-Men so don't sue.

Chapter 1: The Beginnings

He would come to me. To make things better he'd say, but it never made me feel better, it'd only make me feel worst, even more used than I had felt before. I'd just be laying in my cell, with barely enough energy to lift my arm, let alone protect myself from anything. Then I could here the footsteps coming from down the hall. I'd hide in my cell the best I could, but of course he always knew where I was. I'd repeat in my head over and over, "please don't come, please don't make me feel better, please just leave me alone", but he'd always come.

I sometimes wondered what kind of a man could live with himself being the way he was. I have no idea. To take a man out of the world and make him into a monster just for being different. To torture him against all his will, with drugs and pain, abuse both physical and emotional, and of course, sexual. He never got enough of me when it came to his twisted games. He'd have me drugged and beat until not even my healing factor could withstand such abuse and then he'd use me for his own pleasure.

I remember one time especifically, the first time I think, or atleast what I remember. I was lying on the mat on the floor of my dark cell, trying to rest and regain any strength I could. It was always difficult to just think when you knew you were in such a treturous position and you couldn't get out of it. I suddenly heard footsteps coming my way. It suprised me because they normally didn't come at that hour and especially since they'd already had their experiment for the day.

He came into my cell alone, which surprised me even more because there was always atleast two or three of them that came at a time. "Logan" he called, "come on Logan where are you?" I lifted my head at hearing his voice calling me and stared at him, waiting to see what he wanted. "There you are you freak". I winced at that because his previous words seemed of a different tone.

He started walking towards me, and I wondered what he was going to do. I knew it couldn't be anythin good though. I hid with what I could deeper into the bed. If could have I probably would have backed into a corner, but I couldn't even do that. He came to squat over to me, running his filthy hands through my hair, and called me again, but I didn't respond, I thought maybe he would just go away. I was wrong though becasue the next thing new I felt intense pain at the side of my chest from his kick. I winced and groaned in pain almost bringing tears to my eyes. He took advantage of that and he grabbed me by the ripped shirt I was wearing and pulled me up. I towered him and under any other circumstances I would have ripped his neck apart, but with the drugs in my system I could do nothing but let him.

"What's wrong Logan? You scared? I just come here to make you feel better, I know we put you through a lot earlier so take this as a treat"he spoke to me like if I was some naive child, who didn't understand his intentions. "I don't want any treat from you", I returned trying futilely to push against him." Well too bad then Logan, don't enjoy it, but you're still getting it from me."

With that he pushed me against the wall, holding me there he took a syringe he had in his pocket and shot me in the arm with it, while he moved his hand against my chest. He touched me everywhere I didn't want to be touched. He moved his hands up my chest, through my face, down my stomach...everywhere. He pulled my shirt off and I was telling him to stop, to leave me alone, but he just ignored my protests.

"Stop touching me! Let me go!" I cried when he threw me down on the mat below us and he got on top of me. He was standing on all fours on top of me, covering my mouth with his hands and telling to shut up. By then I had some tears strolling down my cheeks, knowing what would happen to me then and knowing I was completely helpless to stop it. "Shut up, you fool" he whispered in my ear. I felt like an injured animal; frightened. I felt stupid and embarrassed; I was a grown man, powerful and stronger than almost all others out there and I was brought down to a situation that made me cry.

I decided to keep quiet, there was nothing that could help me, so I might as well save my strength. He was once again running his hand up my denim covered legs, willing my body react against my will. He roamed his hands until he reached the button to my jeans and started unbuttoning it. I wimpered, never truly being prepared for the moment that was even though I knew it was coming.

To be continued...

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