"Well then, keep your hands off her." Dylan replied, stepping in front of me. Tristan looked at the ground, his face bright red from his confession, and Benjamin just laughed wickedly.
"You can't protect her from me and Tristan at the same time, so eventually I will impregnate her again, and she won't be able to resist me." Benjamin scoffed, getting nasty. He stepped towards me and pulled my pants down before I could do anything. Dylan grabbed Leo from me as I was thrown to the ground. I cried out, and Benjamin started getting on his knees.
Dylan ran to place Leo somewhere as I fought with all my strength. Tristan stepped in front of me and punched Ben in the face. I was so relieved to have him in that moment, I almost forgot he would hurt me at one time or another. I stood up as they wrestled and pulled my pants back up.
"Tristan!" I screamed.
He was knocked out and fell to the floor. Benjamin stepped towards me, and Tristan rose in a trance like state. He was unconscious but standing. They both turned to me, and Tristans eyes were hollow as his smile widened. They looked at me with identical obsessions, and I instinctively took a step backward.
Dylan came back just as they pounced, and it became a war in the giant room. Benjamin and Dylan fought in one corner, and Tristan held me down. All I could do was keep my clothes on as Tristan tried to pull them off. He held me against the floor, and it was like he was showing he was dominant.
My body still ached from last night, so I was desperate not to get raped again. I didn't know this boy, and I didn't know how long I could hold him off before I became his toy. I looked into his eyes and watched a tear fall down his face. He was still out of it, but it was like he knew what was happening.
My body became heavier the more I tried to fight him off until I could barely breathe from the effort. I gasped, and my pants were ripped away from me. Tristan held me in place as he ripped my tampon out and slid into me. I cried out in fear and pain at the feeling of another man inside me in only a few weeks.
"Tristan! Stop it!" I screamed, but he couldn't hear me.
"Allaris!" Dylan yelled from the other side of the room. He was losing the fight with Benjamin, and I knew what would happen if this continued. We would be stuck in a never-ending rotation between Tristan and Benjamin until Tristan came back to his senses.
Tristans body tensed up as his hands gripped my shoulders. He pushed himself deeper, and I tried to push him away. He was too strong for me, and my arms felt heavy. I rested my arms by my sides. My sight went blurs as tears pooled in my eyes, and I willed them not to fall.
I heard a clank from the other side of the room, and when I looked, Dylan was on the ground. Benjamin was standing over him with a metal bar near his feet. I screamed in fear and became frantic. I flailed my arms around and kicked my feet. I tried to get away from Tristan, but it was no use. I was too weak, and he wasn't in control.
I moaned in agony as Tristan came down hard on me, and period blood seeped out of me. It covered both my thighs and Tristans thighs. We were a mess of my blood.
Benjamin walked slowly closer as I scrambled to get away. All I could think at that moment was of Dylan. He would save me in these times, but right now, he was unable to.
I screamed as Tristan was ripped off me, and Benjamin climbed on me. Tristan hit his head on the wall and stopped moving. I'd assumed he couldn't do anything while unconscious, but he still had a part of his mind awake when he was hurting me. Then he lost all conciesness and couldn't even move.
His eyes closed, and Benjamin inserted himself into me. I let out a cry and turned my head away. A second later, he grabbed my chin tightly in his hand. He turned my to face him, and my legs went weak from fear. He had such a crazed look in his eyes. I couldn't help but feel afraid.
He grinned wickedly and kissed me. I tried to struggle free, but he wouldn't let go. I screamed as loud as I could, thinking it was hopeless, but it wasn't. Tristans eyes shot open, and they were clear. He looked directly at me with panic in his eyes, then guilt, then nothing. He looked hollowed out. I groaned as Benjamin covered my mouth and forced himself even deeper.
"I already told you. You will love me, or Dylan will die." Benjamin wispered, letting go of my mouth.
"And I already told you! It's never going to happen. Keep dreaming, freak!" I retorted.
"Who are you calling a freak? I'm your owner now. I don't only need to dream. I can take what I want." Benjamin scoffed, pausing his rough play. He bent down and laid another kiss on my lips.
"Get the hell off her." Tristan said, grabbing Benjamin by his hair and pulling his head backward. Benjamin may have been strong, but Tristan was smart.
Benjamin climbed out of me, and I gasped from the feeling. As the two started fighting, I crawled over to Dylans limp body. I checked his pulse. He was still alive, thankfully. I placed his head gently on my lap and stroked his hair. I paused in an instant. His hair was full of blood. I turned to Tristan and Benjamin, and all my fear washed away in an instant.
I stood up and walked over to their brawl. Tristan seemed to be winning, but I needed in, too. I may have never fought before, but I had thrown a punch or two. I grabbed Benjamin's hair and punched him square in the jaw, then again, and again until he was limp and had a split lip. Tristan had restrained him for me, so I landed each one perfectly.
When I calmed down, a wave of pain raced through my lower body. I groaned and crumpled to the floor next to Benjamin, holding my lower stomach.
"Allaris, are you alright?" Tristan asked in a panic.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said through my teeth. "I'll be alright." Tristan didn't look too convinced. He scooped me up in his arms and carried my to Dylan. He placed me down gently and started examining our injuries.
"I was going to be a surgeon. I've always been interested in that sort of thing." Tristan said. "But then I learned that all this was going to happen, and I gave up on it."
"What? When did you learn about it?" I asked.
"A few months ago. My father told me after I stitched his leg up myself. He told me that I'm a perfect fit to keep on living. He told me that the world would end and that our lives would change. Then he explained everything. I was angry at first, but then I was scared. I realized I might fall for someone, and I could hurt her. Their wouldn't be any laws that would save you. I mean, her."
"I don't need the law. All the law ever did was punish those who did wrong. It never stopped those who already did wrong from doing it. What's done is done. I wouldn't want you to get punished for something you can't control." I replied. Tristan hesitated, then took my hand gently in his.
"Allaris, I am truly sorry. I know that will never be enough, but I'm saying it anyway. If their's anything I can do for you, just let me know." He paused, then continued. "I remember what I did this time. I was conscious, but I wasn't in control. I could see and feel everything. I'm such an idiot."
My eyes started to tear up, and Tristan looked shocked, then even guiltier. He started apologizing profusely, but I squeezed his hand gently and looked away. I shook my head before speaking.
"No. You're not. I'm sorry. You were just trying to protect me. I shouldn't have shown you my pain. Now you feel guilty about it, but it wasn't your choice. You didn't choose to hurt me. It wasn't your fault." I said, letting go of his hand and brushing hair from Dylans face. "In the end, you protected me when Dylan was unable to. Thank you." I said, looking up at him again.
I felt Dylan shift, and he opened his eyes. He looked at me with a mix of guilt and concern. He sat up, and I froze.
"You're covered in blood." He said stupidly.
"Yeah, I'm on my period." I replied, my face turning red from embarrassment. He ignored my remarks and looked at Tristan. I realized what he meant.
"No, I mean you're both covered in blood." He added, swallowing hard. I could tell he was trying hard to stay composed for my sake.
"I'm sorry." Tristan said, his voice shaking a little.
Dylan looked down at my hand, which was still enveloped by Tristans. I felt Tristan pull his hand away faster than Dylan could've screamed. Dylan stood up silently and picked me up with him. He brought me to the bathroom and placed me in the bathtub.
"Clean yourself up. I'm about to make a mess of him." Dylan said through his teeth as he clenched his jaw.
"Very poetic. That's not happening." I replied, grabbing him by his jeans, then wincing at my own movement.
Dylan emidiantly dropped down to his knees. He checked on me, and when he realized I was okay, started the water and ran it warm. He grabbed a cloth and used it to gently rub the blood off my thighs.
"There's no way you can clean yourself in this state. Let me help." He wispered gently, helping me to my knees. He wiped me softly and held me firmly in his arms. When he finished, my face was bright red.
"Thanks." I croaked.
He replied with an amused grin as he helped me out. He placed me on the toilet, and I leaned back. He didn't leave emidiantly. Instead, he went through the draw and grabbed another tampon. He looked me in the eye as he bent down to his knees. I stayed silent through the entire thing until he pushed it inside me, and I let out a small moan while he looked at me hungrily.
Afterward, he helped me get fresh clothes on before we walked back out into the main room where Tristan was still waiting. I was a little surprised he didn't hide somewhere. Instead, he looked Dylan in the eye, bowed to him like he was a God, and waited silently.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Dylan asked.
"I'm waiting for you to beat me up or throw me out. Whatever your choice of punishment is." Tristan replied.
"I'm not going to do anything. Although, you aren't allowed in the same room as Allaris unless I am right there next to her. Also, if you catch yourself having any inappropriate thoughts, let me know, and I will stay by Allaris to protect her." Dylan replied, then added, "If it becomes a problem I can no longer handle, I have a few prison cells on the third floor." Tristan looked relieved as he bowed again. I watched his body stiffen as he rose again.
"Do you have a clean pair of clothes I could wear?" He said, and I was relieved he said something. I had been basically staring at the ceiling since he carried me to Dylan because I did not want to see the bits he was rocking downstairs. Dylans was better anyway, and I could feel the tampon he put in. It wasn't nearly as big as his, but I was still blushing.
Once Tristan got cleaned up, he stitched up Dylans head injury and washed his hair for him, just like a true surgeon. Then there was only one last problem we needed to handle. Benjamin.