Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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"That's great, and I appreciate it, but I would really like to get back to her. It's been a long couple days, and I'm feeling a bit tired." Damien eyed him suspiciously and the father realized that Damien wasn't one to beat around the bush, or perhaps he was too paranoid for a subtle approach.

"Damien, I was wondering if you would do me the honor of keeping me company tonight, just for one night. Being tied to the lord, I haven't taken a wife and find myself very lonely... I thought, that with us providing you a nice safe place for yourself and Cora, you might be amenable to such a small repayment of gratitude."

Damien's nostrils flared and he glared at the father. Not only was he asking Damien to sleep with him, he was making veiled threats toward Cora. He puffed up his chest and stalked forward until he was close to the man's face. "I'm not into anyone that isn't Cora. There's no fucking way I would have sex with an old, desperate man such as yourself who would threaten an innocent woman to get into some stranger's pants. I'm not going to go along with this bullshit. We're leaving."

The father smiled as he turned toward the door, nodding at the men who then went for Damien. There was a brief scuffle, resulting in one of the guys ending up with a black eye. However, three against one was tough and Damien was soon struggling in their arms. "Unfortunately, Damien. That's not an acceptable answer. I think maybe you wandered into one of the restricted sections and got lost..."

It took Damien a moment to understand what he meant. It only made him grunt and struggle harder, to no avail. The men were very strong, one of them gagging him with a bandana before they dragged him out of the office to take him to the holding cells.

What the fuck was going on here? Damien continued to kick and struggle, occasionally landing a painful kick on one of them. He wasn't necessarily afraid for himself, but by taking him away, that father had access to Cora. Sabastian could handle himself, but with those three guys, she wouldn't stand a chance if he really wanted her.

He wasn't really paying attention when they dragged him into the corridor with the cells, only knowing that he was suddenly shoved into a cell and left there. He ripped the bandana out of his mouth and hollered, "COME BACK HERE YOU SICK FUCKS!" In his frustration, Damien flipped the bed in his cell, kicking it hard.

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Robert looked sympathetic before his face settled into a more resolute expression. "Don't worry Vin, it'll be okay. I think your message got through just fine. He's disturbed enough to consider leaving. However, I'll try to see if I can figure out how to deliberately send an image. I've never done it before, but I'll try. We need to-" He was interrupted by a ruckus at the other end of the hallway, watching as they dragged a man who was kicking with seemingly unending energy into the cell next to Vin's.

 

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His hands were clutching the bars so hard they had begun to ache, but when Robert told him not to worry, and that the message had got through, he immediately relaxed. Not enough to put his hands down just yet, but enough to ease up.

He turned his head to look out the door, hearing the ruckus as well, and when he saw who it was, he felt like someone had punched him. Seeing Damien only just solidified how desperate the situation had truly gotten.

"Damien!"

He didn't seem to hear him, too busy kicking his bed over and shouting at the men in anger. While he certainly understood the feeling, his own fear and desperation were mounting, and he shouted again, this time sticking his arm through his own cell door in a desperate attempt to get the man's attention.

"Damien! What happened?! Where's Sabastian and Cora?!"

He was suddenly terrified for the two of them. Had the father already figured it out so quickly? Had they forced him to take his eye patch off? We're they going to torture him?

He felt sick. He pulled his arm back inside the bars, dropping his head a bit and trying not to heave.

"I swear if that sick fuck touches them" he growled.

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Just as she suspected, Cora couldn't sleep. She rolled back over in the bed and stared around at the walls. God she hated being alone.

Sitting up, she brought the pillow to her chest and bit her lip, thinking for a moment. Sabastian had said he wanted some time alone, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was just the way that Damien had tried to get him to open up when he wasn't ready. Suddenly she stood and made her way to the door, still clutching the pillow to her chest, and then she exited her room and went over to Sabastians.

Very tentatively, she knocked on his door.

"Hey Sabastian..."

She wanted to just flat out tell him she was scared to be alone, but at the last second she wussed out from admitting such a thing, and quickly changed what she was going to say.

"I uh...I'm going to go find the bathrooms. Want to come with me?"

 

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"Damien! What happened?! Where's Sabastian and Cora?! ... I swear if that sick fuck touches them"

The moment his eyes met Vin's and his voice registered, he turned as white as a sheet, looking as though he had seen a ghost. "...Vin? What the fuck... have I fucking lost it?" He looked like he couldn't believe what was going on as he rubbed the back of his neck, took a deep breath and then looked at Vin again hard. "No, you're really there. Vin, we thought you were dead. We saw the base go up in smoke. He couldn't- well we couldn't find any indication you were still alive."

"He probably couldn't smell you anymore, Vin." Robert interjected.

Damien looked over at the other man in alarm, wondering how in the world he knew about Sabastian and his... talents. He wasn't quite sure what to say in response to that since he knew Sabastian would have wanted Damien to keep his secret if at all possible. It was conceivable that Vin still didn't know and that he took the other man's ramblings as just that- ramblings.

So instead of answering the man, he tried to distract Vin with the issue at hand, "Sabastian and Cora are still in the rooms. We just got here, so the father hasn't even seen anyone but myself. He... wanted me to sleep with him, and threatened Cora while trying to get me to agree. I wasn't having that bullshit, so they threw me in here." He furrowed his brow angrily.

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Sabastian had been pacing restlessly before he heard her knock. He couldn't shake the feeling that they needed to get out as soon as possible. It was like a feeling in his gut, but almost seemed more primal than that. He was about to go somewhere, anywhere but there when Cora asked if he wanted to go to the bathrooms.

He walked over to the door and opened it, "yeah... I think that would be good. I kinda need to go anyway, and I feel like I need some company right now." The blonde checked to make sure his room keys were in his pocket before stepping out and shutting the door behind him.

 

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Delvin lifted his head and forced himself to stand up a bit straighter, a bit of a confused look coming on his face as he watched Damien's reaction to seeing him again. When he went on to explain what happened, and then when Robert interjected and told him Sabastian likely lost his scent, his face became pained. His brown eyes met Roberts and he asked, "is that why he was was crying?"

He stepped back from the bars, still listening to Damien, but now he had turned around and was rubbing his neck in a nervous manner. He was tempted to kick his own bed in frustration, although he would likely just hurt his leg again. Not what he needed right now.

When he turned back around, he went straight over to the bars and locked eyes with Damien.

"Ok, listen to me. We have to get out of here. If the father finds out what Sabastian is, he'll torture him. He's already tortured Robert, and he's going to kill him on Sunday."

He looked at the door nervously, not wanting to be overhead.

"We we're already planning on an escape in the morning, but Robert might be the only one that can break out. I don't know how you and I can get out of these cells."

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Cora looked at him as he came out, taking in his puffy eyes and somewhat paler face. He looked scared.

"Hey..." she said slowly.

"You don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to, but you look really freaked out, and to be honest, you're kind of freaking me out. Are you sure you're ok?"

She hugged her pillow a little tighter and frowned.

 

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Robert nodded back at him, confirming that the little blonde had been crying in mourning for Vin.

"If the father finds out what Sabastian is, he'll torture him."

Damien froze, stiffening as he looked at Vin. Did he really know about Sabastian? Since when? Was it Robert who told him, and was he the one Sabastian had sensed earlier. His eyes went to Robert and he thought hard about his next words. Whether or not he knew, until he outright said that he knew Sabastian was a zombie, he wasn't going to confirm not deny any of it. He didn't have to to know that his friend was in danger and would need help. The idea of that silver-haired fuck torturing Sabastian made him angry beyond words.

He walked over to the door of his cell and felt for the lock, hoping it wasn't electric. It wasn't- it was one of the old-fashioned locks that required a key, and that was perfect for them.

Damien let out a somewhat relieved breath, "I need metal. The tines of a fork would do nicely if you're able to separate them from the fork itself. I can pick this lock, at which time we can grab the other two and get the fuck out of here."

"Other three. My wife is here too, and she's in just as much danger as anyone," Robert added.

Damien looked over at Robert. Not even Damien had known that Sabastian was crying in his room. It could be assumed by his little emotional outburst, but it sounded like this guy actually knew what Sabastian was doing.

He sighed and looked over at Vin, "it's good to see you alive. How did you end up in this shithole?"

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Sabastian shook his head silently, "I don't think I'm okay. I can't explain it, but I feel like we need to leave now. That feeling keeps hounding me and I can't shake the fear that comes with it. Everything in me is saying that this place isn't safe. It only started like ten minutes ago, but since then I've been on-edge."

His brows knitted in worry, "I'm having a hard time trusting myself these days what with thinking the house was safe when there was someone turning inside. Now, I can't tell if I'm just being oversensitive, or if we truly need to leave as soon as possible."

His expression turned a little uncomfortable and he hesitated before continuing, "this might sound absolutely batshit, but... when I was lying in bed, I got the clearest memory of Vin singing to me. It was like he was actually there. It made me feel better when I was feeling really shitty in there, but when it was over, it was like someone was trying to warn me. I don't know if I believe in ghosts, but it felt like that." He shook his head, "I'm probably just tired, right?"

 

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Vin watched Damien feel the lock, hope and relief rising in his chest as he said he could pick it. He could definitely get him a fork.

"it's good to see you alive. How did you end up in this shithole?"

For the first time in a few days he actually let out a laugh, dropping his head down a bit as if he were tired. He then went on to explain what happened after they left the base, leaving out the details of the general as he didn't think it was important, and just putting emphasis that Tommy and Dave and most of the band made it out alive. When he got to the part about stopping at the diner, he paused. His brown eyes looked away and he crossed his arms.

"The diner was...bad. I came across someone like what Sabastian had told me happened to you and Cora, with your mom."

He had to swallow hard and rub the back of his neck, his expression grim.

"His eyes were completely purple. That probably should have set off some red flags, but I just thought he was eccentric or something, maybe colored contacts. That was until the women killed herself. I guess... She uh... She wasn't pregnant with a human baby..."

He swallowed again, clearing his throat and trying not to get freaked out as he remembered the sight of her dead body in the kitchen, a pool of blood and gore. Still, it took him a few moments of just staring at the floor before he could continue.

"After that I spent a few days just hiding out in the car. Then I came here looking for a little R and R, but what I found instead was the preacher stringing Robert up for being some kind of 'demon'."

His gaze meet Roberts then, and he looked at him with a certain guilty sadness.

"I'll be honest Robert, after what happened in that diner and the preacher made you bring those appendages out, I was disgusted. It wasn't until you started begging and refused to break out of your bonds that I realized what was happening wasn't right."

His eyes flicked over to Damien then, a bit of the anger returning.

"They threw him in a bathtub with ice water and waited until he was purple. They wanted some kind of sick confession for something he can't even control...

"I'm not going to let them do that to Sabastian. I've never killed anyone Damien, but I swear to fucking god I'll put a bullet in that motherfuckers head and laugh in his face if he touches him."

He had his arms crossed over his chest, but his whole body was shaking with anger, seemingly just barely keeping it under control.

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Cora listened to him quietly and the more he explained, the more weirded out she got. It wasn't the usual fear for her life, but that primal fear of the unknown. This was some straight up plot for a Goosebumps story and she hated it. Her eyes were wide and she was clutching that pillow until it was bent in half. She couldn't answer him about him just being tired, instead slowly shaking her head no. She wasn't much of a believer in ghosts and paranormal, but the fact that he could 'sense' the zombies and 'sense' another person like himself, was setting off her alarm bells.

Suddenly she dropped the pillow and took his hand, starting to drag them down the hall.

"Let's go get Damien and get the fuck out of here, we can sleep in the car."

 

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Damien let out a sigh of relief when he heard that most of the people they knew had made it out alive. He hadn't been too broken up about it, but part of him thought that it was simply been because he hadn't allowed himself to get too close to them.

His lips pursed when Vin mentioned what happened in the diner. So Sabastian had mentioned that, had he? He wasn't angry, as it wasn't really a secret. Still, he felt a bit awkward knowing that Vin knew he and Cora had been fucked by his own mom. That awkwardness was replaced by concern as he realized what must have happened to him. Vin had probably been accosted by the zombie, forced into something he didn't want as the incredibly strong tentacles held him down.

He wasn't sure how to comfort Vin about that, or what to say. It was just an awful thing that happened that couldn't be washed away with someone else's condolences.

Robert met Vin's gaze and nodded, "I don't blame you. I was rather disgusted by them when I first saw them, and they're a part of my own body." One of his tentacles came out of his side and he looked at it for a moment, a bit of sadness in his own eyes.

Damien's eyes went to the tentacle and he stared for a moment before averting his eyes. In actuality, he had only seen one of Sabastian's tentacles once, and that was when Cora was bitten. If he had to guess, Sabastian probably didn't want to bring them out for fear of progressing his infection. The fact that he had done so for Cora filled him with gratefulness to the small blonde.

It would seem that he was right in assuming that Robert was the other zombie Sabastian had sensed, and Vin knew exactly what he was. And yet, he had accepted him as a person rather than letting himself believe that he was a monster. He had every reason to believe that he would feel the same way about Sabastian, perhaps even more so. Still, while he wanted to talk to Vin about it, it still wasn't his secret to tell.

He was afraid for Sabastian after hearing everything that had been done to Robert. The thought of Sabastian screaming in a tub of ice chilled him to the bone, and he knew that he would do whatever it took to prevent that.

His gaze met Vin's and he replied, "if he does that, I'll kill him for us if I get to him first. A snap of the neck isn't good enough for him, though..." He was completely serious, his eyes reflecting not a hint of hesitance nor fear. Damien was a bit worried that the preacher might take an interest in Sabastian in a more sexual nature as well. If the preacher liked men, Sabastian was definitely a prime candidate with his good looks and slender body. He wasn't going to mention that right now though; Vin didn't need to be more upset than he already was.

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Sabastian felt a little relieved that she was so willing to take his concerns to heart. He walked quickly with her, looking around for Damien. He had assumed he was in their room, but quickly realized that he was out and about if they were going away to look for him. He wasn't anywhere to be found, and they soon found themselves near the church room.

The father came out from around a corner and saw them, a look of worry on his face. "There you two are! I've been looking for you." He quickly stepped over to them. "I met up with your friend Damien and asked him if he could give a message to Samantha in the courtyard. It's been a while, and I can't seem to find him anywhere. Is he back in the rooms with you?"

The blonde was starting to look very concerned. Where could Damien have gone? Could he have wandered somewhere he shouldn't have, or maybe gotten stuck somewhere? They were in a prison after all, there were a lot of places one could come into, but not be able to get out of. The sinking feeling in his guy only increased, and he looked at Cora with knitted brows.

 

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He nodded his head in appreciation. Honestly, if Damien got to him first, he wasn't going to stop him this time. Even if the guy hadn't done anything to Sabastian, what he had done to Robert and his wife was abhorrent, and the way he had so easily twisted his own words against him left very little room to argue that the man could learn from his mistakes. He was greedy, high on power and lust. If he could have trusted the military more, he might have turned him over and made it their problem, but right now, with everything going on, it felt a lot like this was a matter for their own hands to deal with. They had to put a stop to it.

He didn't know what else could be said on the matter, and since they really couldn't do anything but wait, he went over to the bed and sat down. His eyes bore holes into the ground and occasionally Robert and Damien would be able to hear the squeak of his teeth grinding.
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She looked back at him, her own expression probably mirroring his, if with a bit more fear. She knew Damien could handle himself for the most part-taking out the zombies quite easily, bit there were so many other things that could pose a threat. Too many of the undead at once, other people, an infected like Margaret, or hell-even just simple things like wild animals or an accidental. They just didn't know, and not knowing was making her very scared.

"No, we can't find him either. We went looking for him when he didn't come back."

 

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Damien sighed and looked over at Robert, the two of them simply studying one another. He looked away and glanced at Vin, deciding to update him a bit.

"Cora got bit while we were traveling. She almost died, but it seems she's immune, thank god. We thought the house was safe and we thought a lady was just sick, unresponsive. I wanted to give her a mercy killing, but Cora was against it. When she was putting a blanket on her, she turned and bit her near her elbow. But she made it. After about two days, she made it through." He smiled and chuckled a bit, "I'm starting to feel a bit left out, not having been bitten myself."

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The preacher ran his fingers through his hair as though he were stressed about where he might be, his expression becoming more concerned. "Alright, here's what we'll do. Cora, if you could go outside to Samantha, let her know that he's missing and accompany the search party. Sabastian and I will go wake up a couple people and search a couple places he might have gotten lost in after we check back at the rooms. I want to make sure he didn't come back or leave a note."

Sabastian looked at Cora. He really didn't want to be separated from her, but most people here didn't know what Damien looked like. "Okay... Is that okay with you?" He looked at her seriously.

 

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Vin looked up when he mentioned Cora got bit, then he cringed a little. That shit had been rough as hell to go through, he couldn't imagine what a told it probably took on the poor women.

"Fuck... Well I'm glad to hear she's immune, but I'm also glad she didn't let you kill that women. As much as I would have liked her never to have got bit at all, you probably didn't know if that lady was turning. What if you had just shot her and she never had a bite mark? Or she had turned out to be immune like Cora?"

He was quiet for a moment, contemplating that. He had almost done that himself, and ultimately deciding not to shoot them had landed him his own bite. But he had also been stupid about it, still doubting what was going on in the world and not really believing the rumours. Still, if he had shot first without really knowing, he never would have been able to live with that guilt eating away at his soul.

"Did she throw up that weird black goop, too?" He asked curiously, almost missing the part where Damien said he hadn't been bit yet. When he did realize what he had said, he furrowed his browse a bit and looked at him a bit closer.

"Wait, didn't the military give you a mark though? I thought that's why you guys had the make-up?"

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Cora wished she still had that pillow in her arms to cuddle with, but she just nodded slowly and said "yea. It's fine. We need to find him."

She turned then, still a little nervous about everything but pushing the fear down. She needed to find Damien first, then they could deal with what Sabastian was sensing. Her feet took her quickly towards the door as she stuffed her hands in her sweater pockets so she wouldn't clench them at her sides.

 

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Damien was quiet for a moment before answering. "Cora is the most important person to me in the world. If she dies, I die too. I can't survive in a world without her in it. That sounds dramatic, but it's the truth. That's why my first thought was to neutralize the woman on the off-chance she turned out to be infected. Next time we'll take appropriate precautions. I... I don't know what I would do if I had shot her and she had turned out to simply be sick." He pursed his lips. He knew Cora would have been very upset with him, but in his heart he knew he would have been content with his decision as long as Cora was safe.

"The stuff that looks kind of like coffee grounds? Yeah, she did. We were really worried." His expression turned a bit sheepish as he looked away from Vin and cleared his throat. "Yeah... it wasn't a bite from a zombie. I got it before the apocalypse hit." He shifted uncomfortably, not offering any additional information.

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Sabastian nodded and followed him back to the rooms, following him into Cora and Damien's room. There were no traces of Damien, so he suggested maybe checking Sabastian's room to see if Damien had gone there to check on him first. When they went into the room, Father Gabriel followed him in and closed the door behind him, secretly locking the door.

The blonde sighed and shook his head. "Nope, no sign of him, not even a note. Let's go tell Cora." he moved toward the door but stopped as the father simply stood there. There was something about his expression that made his skin crawl.

"Actually, I think it's time I tell you where he is. You see, Damien is actually locked in one of the cells here. He was being rude and acting dangerous toward myself, so I had to lock him away. I didn't want to, but he forced my hand. Now... I would be more than happy to release him as a favor to you, but... I thought that you might want to do a favor for me first." His eyes traveled up and down Sabastian's body, and the blonde man stiffened.

He hesitated to believe it, but it sounded like the Father was telling him that he wanted him to get him off to release Damien. Sabastian was all sorts of confused, angry, and worried. "What the fuck are you suggesting?"

"Tsk tsk tsk. The lord frowns on such language. In any case, I want to feel the warmth of a man's body against mine, that beautiful and holy connection as both move in time toward the same peak of bliss." He smiled, looking Sabastian in the eye.

"So you want to fuck me?"

"Not the way I would word it, but yes."

He simply stood there for a moment, staring at the silver-haired man. Sabastian tried to process the fact that the man was telling him that he had Damien locked away, and that the only way he would release him was if Sabastian let the sick bastard fuck him. It sounded like his only choice was to say yes, as he assumed that refusing would have himself end up in the cells too with Cora left all alone. The easiest way to get out would be to agree, as much as he hated the idea. He had wanted to save his first time for someone special like Vin, but Vin was gone now... there was no one to save himself for anymore, not now that he was a monster. Normally he might be concerned whether he might accidentally turn the man from being intimate, but he didn't give a shit if that happened in this case.

"Fine... As long as you let us all leave, including Damien."

The father nodded and smiled. "Remove your clothes, Sabastian. I want to see that beautiful body of yours," Father Gabriel purred.

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Robert twitched, getting up from his bed and silently starting to pace. His expression was almost unreadable except for the tinge of worry upon it.

 

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Delvin simply watched Damien with serious expression as he explained his reasoning, and while he wanted to argue with it, he wasn't really sure if he could. If the coin had been flipped, he probably would have had similar thoughts. It was one thing to put himself at risk, but to risk the people he loved was a whole nother matter. For that reason, he just gave him a small nod in understanding.

When he went on to explain that the bite was from before everything went to shit, his own eyes widened a bit. Then after a few seconds he got that big toothy grin, having come to conclusions about what happened, and he shook his head.

"You sneaky dog. They probably didn't even question it, did they?"

He shook his head again in amusement, then let out a frustrated sigh. He was still nervous, wanting out of that cell and really not liking that Cora and Sabastian were on their own now. But, there was nothing to be done until they could get something to pick the lock with.

"Yea that black shit scared the crap out of me when I first saw it. I thought for sure it was blood and one of my organs was melting or something...Robert, what's wrong?"

He stood up and made his way over to the bars.

 

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Based on his reaction, Damien assumed Vin thought he got the bite during some kind of heated kinky sex session. He was content to let the man think that for now, not really wanting to go into it with him at this point. Damien shrugged, "nope, they simply thought I got it at the beginning."

He listened and was about to respond when his own attention was drawn to Robert by Vin's questioning. Now that he mentioned it, Robert seemed very agitated. Why would he though? Was it something they said?

Robert glanced at Vin and shook his head, "nothing's wrong." His reply was curt, not pausing in his pacing to actually look Vin in the eye. He didn't want Vin to know what was happening- it would only rile him up and make him more upset than he already was. Robert wanted to sit down and act like everything was indeed fine, but the stress, fear, and uncomfortable feelings that Sabastian was feeling were strong and he couldn't bring himself to stand still. It was like his body and mind were restless from what he was receiving from their little link.

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Sabastian was shaking now as his hands went to his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. The blonde was lean with not a lot of muscle, his body thin and graceful. He hesitated when it was time to remove his pants, but the Father gave him an expectant look, and he knew he didn't have a choice if he wanted to find Damien, bring him back, and get out of this place.

He forced himself to move, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before pushing them down with his underwear. The man stepped out of them and looked away from Father Gabriel, not wanting to meet his eyes. He felt vulnerable and exposed, his cheeks turning pink from shame.

"Oh... you are every bit as lovely as I thought you would be." The father moved forward slowly, reaching out and rubbing his hand over Sabastian's chest while the other slithered around his hips.

"Can we... Can we just get this over with?" Sabastian asked quietly, a disgusted frown on his face.

"Relax, all in good time." Father Gabriel gently guided Sabastian's body so that he was facing away from him, bent over the bed. Once that was done, Sabastian felt the man start to caress and rub his ass, occasionally squeezing his plump little cheeks. The blonde simply stared at the wall, trying to focus on something else other than the impending cock in his ass.

The father reached into his pocket, taking out a little bottle of lube before pouring some onto his fingers. He then started rubbing Sabastian's asshole, his fingers occasionally putting pressure on it as he lubed up his tight ring. Sabastian shuddered, the feeling of the lube being disgusting against his ass, especially when it was the other man's fingers pushing up against him. Eventually, he cringed and let out a little groan as one of the man's fingers slowly pushed into his ass. At the same time, he felt the man reach under him and start stroking his cock. He didn't like it, but his cock responded to the man's touch.

"That-that wasn't part of the deal. I said you could fuck me, not fondle me," he said, cringing harder as the other man rubbed his thumb against the head of his cock.

Father Gabriel chuckled, "this is part of it. When two people lay together, isn't the goal for both to experience pleasure?"

"Sure, but this is fucking different. It's not like I want this- I just want this to be over so I can go get Damien. You don't need to fucking touch me there to get off," he replied through clenched teeth.

"Oh, but I do. If I don't think you'll cum also, then it might not be erotic enough for me to cum myself."

"That's bullshit and we both know it." Sabastian turned his head to glare at him.

"Hmm... Just relax and we'll be done before you know it," the father said with amusement, working another finger into Sabastian's ass. Sabastian grunted, his teeth still clenched as he felt both fingers slowly moving in and out of his ass. After a bit of this, he felt him remove them. The zip of his pants and then the cap of the lube bottle was heard again, and he knew what he was lubing up at this point.

 

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Delvin frowned, knowing something was off. Robert was a terrible liar, and an even worse actor. He had been able to tell easily that he had been faking his anger towards his wife earlier, and now as he gave such a curt reply, Vin shook his head.

"You're a bad liar Robert. What's going on?"

Was he sensing something? Was it Sabastian?

His face suddenly seems to lose its color as that realization dawns on him, and his hands grip the bars.

"Are you still feeling him? Don't you fucking lie to me man."

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Had she gotten lost? Cora had thought finding Samantha would have been easy. Prisons had pretty simple layouts, didn't they? She felt as if she had been running around in circles, not being able to find anyone or anything to point her in the right direction. Where the fuck was everyone?

She was panting as she jogged by another door, slowed down to inspect it, but once she saw that it led downstairs somewhere, she shook her head vehemently and stepped back. Nope. No way in hell. The Lord himself couldn't get her to go down if he threatened to smite her on the spot. But if Damien was down there...

Shit!

She kept jogging, now in search of someone, anyone, to help her look. And of course, go down stairs for her.

 

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Damien watched Robert and had to admit that the way he was pacing was even putting himself on edge. However, when Vin mentioned the man being connected to Sabastian, he started to feel apprehensive, hoping to god that it wasn't what he thought it was.

Robert's eyes widen for a moment before he squeezes them shut, his body starting to shake slightly. He shakes his head hard, refusing to say anything to him as he paces.

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He braced himself, shaking a bit as he waited. God, he didn't want this. He wished it was Vin behind him, his large hands caressing his body as he whispered something in his ear like, "you drive me crazy, little man." But it wasn't him. It would never be him. He was gone. The hand on his waist belonged to a disgusting man who would twist people to get what he wanted.

And then he felt it- the man's cock pressing against his ass, slowly pushing inside him. Sabastian let out a little feminine whimper, a bit ashamed of making such a noise. He clenched his teeth and his hands gathered the covers of the bed in his fists. Father Gabriel started slowly moving his hips, moving his cock in and out, his hand underneath him, stroking Sabastian's cock.

"Mmm... You feel so wonderful, Sabastian." The father murmured.

"You don't get to fucking say shit like that to me." Sabastian hissed.

The father chuckled in amusement and continued his thrusting.

While he tried to remain silent, it was difficult with all the things the father was doing. The father's cock was about five inches and rather thin, so it wasn't very painful, but it was still his first time, so it was a bit uncomfortable. That aside, he felt revolted by the idea and feeling of the man pleasuring himself in his ass. The man kept up that slow pace and very slowly increased his pace until he was going moderately quickly, making Sabastian whimper and moan every now and then. His cock was hard from the hand tirelessly stroking, and the father's cock was rubbing against his sensitive prostate.

 

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Something was happening. He didn't know what, but something bad was happening to Sabastian. The man in the other cell might not have answered him, but he didn't need to. That look on his face was enough.

Vin stepped back from the door, then brought his foot up and kicked the lock as hard as he could. Just as he expected, the door didn't budge and all he got for his efforts was a terrible ache in his bones. It didn't stop him from trying it a few more times however, each kick seemingly harder than the last.

"Goddamnit!"

He left the door, finally having to give up on it when it simply would not budge, and made his way over to the cot. It was a prison cot, so he didn't expect to find anything too useful, but his last hope was that the idiots who had taken over the place might have replaced the bedding with some type of wired cushions.

He lifted one up and tore it completely in half in one smooth motion, then he started pulling the stuffing out like some child in need of a good therapist. When he couldn't find anything of use, he threw it to the side and then looked around his cell for something else to destroy.

It was a prison cell though, designed specifically for such behavior, so unfortunately he found nothing and was left simply pacing in a rage and occasionally kicking something as he roared profanities.

 

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Robert continued to avoid looking at Vin, even as he raged within his cell. Some things were just too horrible to tell a loved one, and he could only imagine how much it would kill him inside, both of them for that matter. Damien was sure to be upset as well considering the circumstances.

He was honestly having a hard time bearing all the feelings Sabastian was having, most of them ones that Robert could barely stand.

"Robert." Damien moved to the edge of his cell and swallowed hard, not wanting to say it out loud for fear that it might be true. They had to know though, so he pressed forward, "is the father touching him?"

His sentence made Robert freeze, and the zombie started crying. He crouched down and sobbed, holding his face in his hands.

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He didn't want to be pleasured from this invasion, but he found himself oozing precum as his body was forced to move with the preacher's. It all culminated in the preacher thrusting quickly, his hand rapidly stroking, Sabastian moaning reluctantly. The feeling built until he couldn't hold it off any longer, his hips jerking as he whimpered in pleasure and despair, ropes of his cum shooting onto Father Gabriel's hand and onto the bed as well. The father let go of his cock and held his hips as he thrusted a few more times before thrusting deep, holding Sabastian on him as he shot his load inside him, the man groaning loudly. Sabastian cringed and shuddered, hating the feeling of it. He felt so dirty and disgusting...

After a minute of them simply panting and resting, Father Gabriel pulled his cock out, moving to the bed to wipe it off on Sabastian's sheets before tucking it back into his pants. He could feel his asshole gaping a bit, and he hated the empty and vulnerable feeling of it.

Father Gabriel moved to the door, opening it much to Sabastian's surprise."Hm, well. That was thoroughly satisfying, but I think it's time for me to have some dessert. I'll see you later, Sabastian." He gave him a smug smile before closing and locking Sabastian into the room.

Sabastian simply stood there in disbelief before he realized he'd been played. He had given that bastard exactly what he wanted, the man having no intention of letting any of them go. He glared at the door before grabbing his clothes. He quickly redressed before trying the doorknob. Obviously it was locked, but he would be damned if he let a lock block him from getting out. Standing a little bit back, he kicked the door near the doorknob hard, causing it to burst open. He stepped out and looked down the hall, not seeing the father anywhere.

 

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Delvin had momentarily wore himself out and had stopped to take a few deep breaths, so he had the unfortunate luck to hear Damien ask his question. And he wished he hadn't. He really, really, wished he hadn't.

Watching Robert fall to the ground-it was if he we're watching Sabastian. At least, that's what he imagined was happening, the little blond probably sitting in a ball and feeling disgusted and broken.

Suddenly he found that he wasn't shaking anymore. His fists clenched one final time and then went slack, and his feet carried him over to the now cushion-less bed. Very carefully he sat down. And then he waited.

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"Damien?! Sabastian?! Is anyone around?!"

She stopped, putting her hands on her knees and panting. She was back in the room where they had all parted ways and she realized that her body hadn't quite recovered yet. She was winded easily and she even got a bit dizzy, though that could have been from not having eaten any dinner yet.

She heard a noise behind her and she jumped, quickly turning around as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Cora was half convinced that she was going to see the ghost that had been in Sabastians room, and, friendly or not, she still didn't want to talk to it. But there was no ghost, and she thought she recognized who it was, though they hadn't stepped out from the dark shadows enough for her to see just yet.

"Father?"

 

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Robert sobbed and sniffled, looking at Damien with sad eyes. "Blackmail," was all he was able to choke out before he started crying again.

Damien slowly took a few steps back with wide eyes. Sabastian had done it to protect him? His heart ached at that news, and he found himself feeling incredibly guilty. No one had ever done something quite so extreme for him. Did Sabastian truly care about him as a friend enough to sacrifice his body for him? Why? Damien certainly didn't deserve such a gesture of devotion.

He was frustrated as his mind raced, crossing his arms and starting to tap his finger quickly. Damien shook a bit, feeling just a bit sick to his stomach.

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The father stepped out from the shadows and looked at her with concern, walking forward and placing a tentative hand on her shoulder.

"Oh! Cora! Have you found anything? I'm afraid Sabastian and the other search team haven't found anything just yet. I was just about to go to my office to get some of the spare keys so we could split up and search some of the wings he may have accidentally locked himself in. Could you accompany me? I need someone to carry a second box of flashlights" He gestured in the direction of the office, starting in that direction.

 

[Drobabes]

Vin was absolutely dead silent. He didn't move a single muscle as the other two talked, nor did he look at anyone. His eyes were trained on the ground, his hands in his lap. He wasn't in any kind of hurry now.

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Cora felt so relieved to see a familiar face. She let out a sigh and nodded her head, eagerly beginning to follow him back to his office.

"No, I haven't been able to find anyone. Did you send some people outside of the prison? I can't even find Sabastian."

Now that she wasn't getting the willies from being in an old, abandoned, prison by herself,she was beginning to have simple worries again. Like where the hell her friend and man were, and why Sabastian had gotten such a terrible feeling.

"Honestly father, I'm scared..." she confessed, feeling comforted by the man's presence and what he was supposed to represent.

 

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Sabastian followed his nose, eventually leading him to the Father's office just as two men stepped in. His heart beat quickly, fearing for Cora's safety. He would fucking kill that man if he touched Cora the same way he had taken advantage of himself. The man angrily approached the office but stopped dead in his tracks. Try as he might, his legs wouldn't move to take him closer. The father had two torches with real flames on either side of the door. Sabastian simply couldn't approach.

He growled in frustration and wracked his brain for what to do next, arriving at the only conclusion- he would have to find Damien. The father said he was locked away, so he had to find the holding cells.

The man stalked around the complex until he saw a sign that pointed him in the direction of the cells.

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The father led her to his office, closing the door behind them and then looking at her slightly apologetically. "I am so sorry, this is a bit awkward, but do you mind if I use the restroom real quick? I'll be right back." He went over to the bathroom that adjoined the office and closed the door, the fan coming on shortly after. It was likely that he didn't want to make things awkward for her by making her listen to him use the restroom. He truly did use the restroom, but he also used a few wet wipes to wash off his cock. After all, he wanted it to be clean for the beautiful little lady.

Once that was done, he exited the bathroom and smiled warmly at her before moving to a storage shelf and opening it, pulling out a box of flashlights and setting it down. There was a knock on the door and he called out, "please come in." In came two larger guys who glanced at Cora and nodded at her before looking at the Father.

"You called? Need something?"

"Yes, actually..." The father walked over to them and looked at Cora. "I haven't been entirely honest with you, Cora. You see, Damien is currently locked in a cell, and Sabastian is locked in his own room. Damien was extremely rude and violent toward myself, so he had to be put into a time-out. Sabastian was being a bit demanding, so he too needed to "chill out" as they say these days."

He moved forward and reached out, tucking some hair behind her ear while smiling. "I was wondering if you would selflessly do a very important and intimate task for me in order to ensure that they're released in a timely manner..." His eyes traveled downward on her body, insinuating what he wanted from her.

 

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Cora had simply nodded as he said he had to use the restroom, not thinking much of it. She knew age sometimes made it difficult to hold it as well as in ones youth, so she had just waited until he was done.

As the false preacher went on to explain what had actually happened with Damien and Sabastian, a look of horror set on her face. She wanted to smack his hand away when he reached out and touched her hair, but she was still so shocked by what she was hearing that it took her a moment for her brain to catch up. When it did, however, she took a step back.

Her face became angry, and without warning, she pulled her arm back and bunched her fist.

Don't wrap your thumb Cory, it'll pop out of it's socket. Now, see that second knuckle? The one that's out the farthest? That's where you want the center of the force to be.

She swung hard, pushing the full force of her back and muscles through her arm and focusing it all on that single punch, and that single hard boned knuckle. She didn't wait around for the consequences after her fist made contact, her anger with the world's many cruelties taking over her mind in a blinding storm of hate and rage. When was everything going to just let up and let her just enjoy her fucking life without some piece of shit trying to shove their selfish desires down her throat?

She found one of the flashlights in her hand, not really sure how it got there, but aware of her next action as she swung it down towards the old bastards head like a bat. If she cracked his skull open then good fucking riddance. The only thing she would really be losing from the deal would be another small piece of her humanity.

 

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There was a slight crunch as her fist connected with his nose, the father looking surprised and angry as he swore and held his nose. Cora was unfortunately restrained by one of the men before she could bring the flashlight down. He had grabbed her arm, taken the flashlight. And tried to grab her other hand. It was difficult to do considering how angry and volatile she was right now, but with the addition of the second man, they were able to secure the woman.

He held his hand up to his nose, drawing it back to see blood on his hand. The father went to the desk and grabbed a couple tissues, wiping off his face and sniffling. His hands trembled as he touched his nose, whimpering in pain. He glared at Cora before looking around. Going to his desk, he opened on of the drawers and took out a pair of handcuffs. He moved behind her and with great difficulty and a couple minutes of struggle, they were able to get her in handcuffs behind her back.

Once that was done, she was held by one of them while the other approached the father. “Do you want me to put it back in place? It’ll hurt quite a bit...”

The father just nodded, “whatever, just get it over with.” The man moved in close and his hands hovered over the man’s face. In one smooth movement, he took the nose and cracked it back into place. The father swore and his eyes watered, but he seemed relieved to have his nose back in place.

His attention turned to Cora and he cleared the desk. “Bend her over the desk, and get her feet together.” One of them nodded, crouching down and taking her shoes off. He didn’t want her to be able to kick hard while he was doing this. He then pulled out her shoelaces and used them to tie her ankles together tightly. All of this while trying to block and avoid the kicks that came from her.

When she was secured, the father smiled and approached. Though she struggled, he lifted her legs so that her legs were bent, her ankles hovering over her back. One of the men grabbed them and held them into place while the other went around the front and put a hand between her shoulder blades to keep her down. A faint ripping was heard as Father Gabriel cut open the crotch of her pants.

“I suppose we can leave your clothes on this time. It’s a shame. I bet your body looks more beautiful than even Sabastian’s.”

 

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Cora didn't scream like she had when Damien kidnapped her in the woods. No, she was much too angry for that. The last two weeks of her life had been such a shit show that it was as if this was just the cherry on top, and although she kicked, bit, and struggled, once again she found herself in a position where she could do nothing to stop the events that were about to happen.

With her body still recovering, and her having no gun or any other such means to protect herself, she lays still to catch her breath and just get ready. It was going to happen, and as disgusting and filthy as she would feel, she was going to get through it.

"It’s a shame. I bet your body looks more beautiful than even Sabastian’s."

She stiffened. Slowly, she tried to turn her head to look over her shoulder at him, and when she found she couldn't, she yelled.

"What did you do?! What the fuck did you do to him?"

If he wanted to rile her up again than he had definitely succeeded. Her body struggled against the men, wiggling and squirming as best she could, but to no avail. Once she was wore out again and could do nothing but lay there, breathing hard, she glared at the man holding her shoulder down.

"You twisted monsters are going to die. You can't keep all three of us under your thumb, and when we get out of here, you're going to beg to go to hell."

Tears were rolling down her face, not for herself but for Sabastian. What the fuck had the preacher done to trick him into compliance? Because she knew for a fact he couldn't have held him down or forced himself on him by sheer strength alone. And of all the things she had been through, she knew how damaging a mental wound could be; how long it took to heal and all the while leaving it's scars all over your psych as you tried to stitch it up.

The thought of him being put in such a position made her stomach roll and she wanted to cause these men pain. She wanted to hurt them and torture them in sick and twisted ways, and she didn't think she would look away this time when Damien offered the finishing blow.

 

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The preacher sighed wistfully as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, his now hard cock coming out once more. He took out the bottle of lube and reapplied some to his member, making it slick and slippery. The man in front of her was looking at her lips when he reached down with his other hand to unzip his pants. His cock was larger than the preachers, and he was already hard as well. He started stroking it as he looked at that beautiful mouth of hers.

"Hmm... what indeed? Poor boy thought I would let you all leave, including Damien if he let me have the most intimate of experiences with him. You should have seen the look on his face when he realized it was all for nothing... poor, poor boy."

With the other man holding her ankles up, Father Gabriel was able to easily spread her legs for himself, his lubed cock starting to rub against her sex, ignoring her words about them begging for hell. He was excited to sink his cock into her tight pussy, and so he hardly delayed. The father made sure she was lubed enough for him to slide in without too much resistance, the man groaning in pleasure from the feeling of her heat wrapped tightly around him.

"Oh Cora... You're even tighter than your blonde friend, and that's saying something considering part of me wonders if it was his first time. The way he made little noises of pleasure... Mmm... So sexy."

He started slowly plowing her, reaching under her to also rub her clit gently. The wetter the better in his opinion, so he wanted her body to enjoy it.

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Sabastian finally was able to navigate the maze that was the prison complex, finding the entrance to the holding cells. It was weird, the closer he got to the cells, the stronger that odd feeling of another presence became. A guard was posted on the outside, reading a magazine and eating a sandwich.

He approached the guard casually. "Hey there, I um, wanted to visit one of the prisoners down there. I feel like maybe they still have time to let the lord into their heart." His eye looked at the guard hopefully, though he was nervous about that poorly-crafted lie.

The guard shook his head, "no, sorry sir. There are to be no visitors during the night. You could come back in the morning, though. I think what you're doing is quite admirable." He smiled and offered Sabastian a chip from his plate.

Sabastian sighed. He didn't want to hurt the guy, but he wasn't really left with another choice. He turned toward the entrance and looked surprised, "Father Gabriel?!"

Quickly trying putting down the sandwich, the guard looked over just in time for Sabastian to punch him in the face. He was knocked out cold, dropping to the floor. The little blonde searched for his key ring, eventually finding it on his hip.

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Robert eventually stopped crying and simply sat there, morose. After a while, he suddenly stood up again, going to the bars wide-eyed and looking toward the entrance. "He's here!"