What Lies Within

Chapter Sixteen

Trust me, there’s no need to fear…
Everyone’s here.
Waiting for you to finally be one of us…

The throbbing in Zack’s head made him groan lowly in pain; hazed blue eyes opening sluggishly. The first thing that made itself known besides the pain in his head was the fact that his hands were bound, in chains if the noise that they made when the teen rattled them was any indication.

“No need to struggle, puppy. I can make this feel good or I can make it feel bad…” Genesis moved into Zack’s line of vision and the teen flinched at the foreign touch, a hand running over the dark bruise at his temple.

“Why are…you doing this?” Zack questioned feebly, eyes closing in pain as the gloved fingers pushed at the bruise.

“Do you like literature, Zack Fair?” Genesis questioned suddenly, pulling away from the teen. Zack blinked and kept his silence, watching the auburn haired man pull a novel from a bookcase. From his surroundings, it looked like they were in Genesis’ apartment. The grey-eyed man smiled darkly, caressing the spine of the book he held.

“I love this book… This book… It’s about a little girl who is completely destroyed. There’s no salvation. The girl is locked in a basement and tortured until she dies. That’s it.” Genesis smirked at the look of horror dawning in those pale blue eyes.

“That’s horrible…” Zack murmured, wondering what type of person would ‘love’ a book like that. The taller man ignored him, flipping through the pages.

“In the end, the dying girl stands up, feebly, and asks “why?” To the person who tortured her…who cut her…to the one who overcame and raped her she asks, “Why did you do this?” The older man’s voice had dropped to a purr, grey eyes locked on Zack’s widened eyes.

“She could see her imminent death…taste her own mortality…and she denounced the meaningless trampling of her own life. To the very end, she preserved her own mind, her own will, and refused to be drowned in violence and insanity…” Genesis was circling the chained teen, grey eyes smoldering as he watched a small shiver run through the teen.

“Her captor empathized with such deep beauty…and he absolutely could not forgive it.” Genesis’s purr ebbed off into a feral growl as he snapped the book shut and threw it down.

“Like him, I hate to be questioned.” Genesis snarled, watching the teen flinch at the tone. A sadistic smile curved his lips and the taller SOLDIER cupped the teen’s cheek.

Come down, you may be full of fear.
But you’ll be safe here…
When you finally trust me, finally believe in me…

“But I suppose you have a right to know before you die, baby puppy… You ask why I’m doing this? Have you ever asked Angeal who his first Sub was?” Genesis questioned, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Zack winced and shook his head, spikes moving with the action. The grip tightened until they broke skin and the other man released him, watching droplets of blood ooze from the crescent cuts. From the pleasure-hazed smile, Zack had no doubt that the General meant to really kill him…

“I was, puppy. We grew up together and were best friends. So it was natural that when Angeal discovered BDSM that he would want to try it with me. We shared everything after all… So, why not this? It was fulfilling for awhile, but soon afterward, I became tired of being the submissive one. Angeal never hurt me like I wanted him to; in fact he was so gentle it was sickening, even in his punishments…” The man glared down at Zack.

“So I drugged Angeal and tied him up. I waited until I could see his eyes open to fuck him. I hurt him so well, baby puppy, but he never cried out. When I untied him, Angeal sent me away. Even though I had taken him, he wasn’t really mine. He thought I betrayed him, well he was the one to betray me!” Genesis’ grey eyes narrowed to slits as he regarded Zack, who was trembling with both fear and anger.

“You raped him…” Zack began with a growl, but a boot to the stomach sent him doubling over and gasping in pain.

“Quiet, pup, I haven’t given you permission to speak!” Blue eyes watered as the teen glared up at Genesis, struggling in his bonds.

“Ever since then, every Sub that Angeal has taken has conveniently disappeared. He’s never expected me so far… So, when I learned that he had claimed a slave, I knew whoever it was couldn’t live. Someone who had affected Angeal so deeply was competition. You emerged a week later and I’ve just waited for the moment your ‘master’ left you alone to kill you.” Genesis purred.

“Why haven’t you then…?” Zack gasped out, wincing at the glowering expression the older man shot at him.

“Again with the questions, shut up and be glad I’m deciding to take my time with you! Someone dear enough to Angeal for him to take permanently deserves some special treatment, don’t you agree?”

I will let you down, I’ll…
Let you down! I’ll…
When you finally trust me, finally believe me

Genesis laid a tray down to Zack’s right and the 2nd Class SOLDIER flinched, trying not to look at the devious instruments on it. Breath brushed up against his pierced ear as the other man leaned in, as if to share a secret.

“Has he fucked you yet, little one?” Zack flushed and closed his eyes as if to block the words out. Genesis hummed in pleasure at the blush.

“He hasn’t? That makes this all the better…” A finger was thrust roughly into Zack’s entrance and his blue eyes flew open, his lips parting in a gasp of agony.

“That’s it…” Genesis purred, savoring the grimace on those delicate features.

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Angeal burst into his apartment and went directly to his bedroom, frowning a little when not finding Zack in bed. Mako-tinged wind wafted into the room through the shattered window. Narrowing his eyes, the 1st Class SOLDIER stepped forward…

Clink…

He lifted his boot, midnight eyes widening at the sight of Zack’s collar lying severed on the carpet, the barest amount of blood staining the platinum.

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Trust me; I’ll be there when you need me
You’ll be safe here…
When you finally trust me, finally believe in me…

“Genesis, please stop!” Zack pleaded, wincing as another finger was added, the fragile tissue of his entrance tearing from the force. Genesis purred in his throat as the crimson liquid began to leak onto his slim fingers, putting pressure on the wound to make it wider and deeper. He picked up a small red dagger from the pile of torture devices laid nearby, making a swallow cut on the soft of Zack’s abdomen, reveling in the pained cry the boy let out. He pressed a mockery of a kiss to the bruised temple and leaned back to whisper in the boy’s ear.

“What do you think would be better, little puppy? Going through rape with or without feeling?” Zack blinked when something was held up to his face. Black liquid moved around in the syringe’s chamber as Genesis pistoned three fingers into the boy.

“…….” Zack eyed the object blankly before realizing what it was, face slackening in horror. No… No! Genesis grinned. Although he loved to cause pain and hear their beautiful pleas and cries, how much psychological pain would seeing the rape happen but not feeling it do? From the look Zack was wearing, he knew very well what this was and was more afraid of it than the pain Genesis was causing. The General unclipped the chains from the ceiling and spun Zack around, pining the smaller body roughly against the floor.

“No! Please, I’ll do…anything…” Zack begged, eyes widening at his reflection in the mirror on the wall. Genesis considered this plea for a few moments before smirking sinisterly.

“As appealing as that is, little one. I believe I’m still set on killing you.” The syringe was inserted roughly into the boy’s backside, the black liquid pumped into the boy as the grey eyes watched. Zack struggled underneath the grip, gasping as his skin numbed, tears streaming over his face, but he couldn’t feel them.

He keeps on saying things, but I’m glad I can’t hear them anymore. His words are like poison and they hurt… Should I feel insulted that he won’t let me feel anything? Or should I be glad that all of it will be over soon?

Genesis’s smile widened when the boy stopped struggling underneath him, those blue eyes taking on a blank look even though the tears kept coming. He watched the lithe body quiver underneath his as he positioned the head of his cock against the bloody, un-stretched opening. He thrust in with one brutal movement, grey eyes lifting to watch those blue eyes in the mirror, blood making his shaft slick as he moved in and out roughly. Zack watched his body get violated with an eerie feeling of detachment.

I don’t feel anything… It’s almost like its not happening… If I close my eyes, I could pretend that it’s all a dream…

Genesis growled in frustration when those blue eyes closed, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking with no success. Zack had closed his eyes against it and his sight was all he had left. He couldn’t feel the nails raking harshly against his back, the pain of penetration, or the wave of humiliation as warm seed flooded his torn passage.

“Fuck…” Genesis panted, coming down from his release, scowling lightly at the battered figure as he withdrew from the teen. Blood was on his stomach, thighs and back, but Zack merely laid there in surrender. He lifted the youth and leaned him up against the wall as he opened his apartment window, air filtering in. Genesis smirked as he picked the limp body up.

The door to his apartment was kicked inward, hydraulics sparking and the metal shattering the glass of the window Genesis was dangling the boy out of. A pissed off Angeal locked eyes with Genesis before they took in Zack’s state, widening.

“Genesis, no!” Angeal yelled. The auburn haired man laughed and dropped Zack, watching with satisfaction as the boy began to drop through open air. Angeal shoved Genesis aside and jumped out of the window after Zack, free falling through the air. Those pale blue eyes opened and looked up at his master, unable to show the shock the teen felt.

Master…? I’m so sorry I let Genesis touch me, please don’t leave me!

Zack blinked as he realizing he was falling, and so was Angeal, closing his eyes.

I’m dreaming… I’ll wake up before I hit the ground. Even if it is real, I won’t feel it…

Angeal growled as he was unable to close the distance between them, a single white wing bursting from his right shoulder, flapping once to close the gap. The long haired man caught the bloody teen and pulled out of the fall, flying to Sephiroth’s floor with murder in his gaze.

I will let you down, I’ll
Let you down…
When you finally trust me, finally believe in me…


Song is Three Days Grace- Let you down.

To be continued...