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“Codykins…” Sierra whispers in Cody’s face as he wakes up. He looks around to see he’s in the bathroom with his hands tied and Sierra’s socks being used as a gag in his mouth.
“I love your voice but it’s easier this way. We don’t want anyone stopping our fun, do we?” Sierra rubs her thumb over Cody’s face. He looks horrified. He can’t tell if she doesn’t get the message or if she knows that what she’s doing is wrong.
He thrashes his body around, trying to get her off of him. She stays where she is, straddled over his hips, towering over him physically and metaphorically. He shakes his head, his muffled screams going unheard.
She kisses his face as she starts to unbutton his pants. He closes his eyes as tight as possible, uncomfortable with everything she’s doing. Tears roll down his cheeks and she licks them up.
He thinks to himself: No.. no! Not again! Oh god- It’s just like him. no.. no fuck- STOP!
She completely unbuttons his pants and tugs them off of him. “Aww, you’re already getting wet at the thought of me! I knew you loved me, Codykins.” No! No! I’m not! Shut up! You’re fucking with me! He tries to talk but the gag gets in the way.
His blood runs cold as she starts to pull down his boxers as well. He freezes, unable to move anymore. He feels pathetic, weak. Just move dammit! Get up! Get her off of you! He tries to motivate himself but he feels like he’s no longer in control of his own body. He sobs, unable to do anything else.
He dissociates, hard- and eventually, it’s over. He’s not okay. He’s not clean. Sierra coddles him but avoids the thought of actually making him feel loved.
“I love you, Cody.” “…” he’s not sure what he’s feeling, but whatever it is, it’s far from “love.” He still can't move, the only things he can do are cry and feel every molecule he's made of being absolutely smothered. He feels dead. He wishes he was. The only way he could prevent everybody he meets being a perverted arse, is by never being born at all.
When Cody was only 6, his father had decided to start playing new games with him. Now, he’s 17 and wonders what was so sexy about a messy kid with mommy issues and a bedwetting problem.
Many times, the games got out of hand. His father would be drunk. He would grab Cody, squeezing him until he couldn't breathe. He would push him so far into whatever bed, car, or couch he wanted to “play” in, and suffocate him until he could only see black.
He would scream and cry, knowing nobody could hear him. He would never kick or try anything to fight back, the most he was allowed to get away with was squirming and making noise. His father had fun using his son as a prostitute. His father had fun hurting his own son, but Cody didn't like to think about it enough to actually understand how hurt he really was.
In third grade, CPS came to his school for an interview of sorts. Cody made small remarks to what happened at home, but generally lied to the sweet lady who was only trying to protect him. He went so far as to say he had no alcohol present at home at all.
When Cody got home that day, his father was furious. He can never, ever forget waking up covered in semen and puke, and being unable to walk without being in the worst pain of his life- he wouldn't even wish this on his worst enemies.
Speaking of enemies-
“Coddyyy~” Sierra coos.
Cody doesn't respond, he just sits there, limp like a broken doll.
“Come on, Codykins, let's go back to our seats and we can cuddle~!” She grabs him, squeezing him. He suddenly thrashes, being reminded of his childhood. He screams and kicks and cries. He doesn't care that it's night. He doesn't even register that other people here are sleeping- he was just violated dammit! He should be allowed to scream!
Sierra’s shocked, but that doesn't stop her; no, instead she grips onto him tighter. Cody on the other hand completely loses control, he continues to kick, he continues to yell. He does everything he wishes he did back then. He's determined now to get rid of her, his adrenalyn and a sudden burst of inspiration kicking in. He's smaller than her, and it definitely feels that way too. Despite that, he won't stop fighting until he gets help.
When she realizes he's not going to stop, Sierra throws him to the ground. He hits his head on the metal floor. Instead of caring, she throws her own fit, bawling like a spoiled kid who didn't get their way. “Cody, what are you doing?” She sobs, “I sacrifice so much for you! I only want to protect you!”
Cody looks at her, terrified. Instead of fighting or flying, he freezes. He stares up at her and listens to her manipulative words. He knows she loves him, but then why would she hurt him?
Due to how loud they were being, Courtney and Heather walk into the scene outside of the bathroom door.
Heather hears Sierra's neverending cries and walks up to her. Heather’s hair is a bit messy and an eye mask is on top of her head. She points at Sierra and scolds her up in her face, “Shut it the FUCK UP. Some of us are trying to get our beauty sleep!”
Courtney, on the other hand, stands in the same spot as where she was when she entered and crosses her arms. She looks upset, “Just what the hell is happening in here?!”
Cody gets up as fast as he can, shaking and almost tripping when he runs over to Courtney. He stands behind her, “Sierra r-raped me! I- I can't put up with this anymore.”
Heather starts, “oh my god… grow up! So you got laid by a girl, she didn’t rape you.” She throws quotation marks around the word “rape” obviously invalidating Cody’s experience just because Sierra is a woman.
Cody cries and he's about to lash out again until Courtney grabs his shoulders and stares into his eyes.
“Cody. Tell me what happened.”