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Judgment	By : Zaikia Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 5180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Shell groaned loudly as she came to, pain coursing throughout her entire body. She was on her back, lying on the broken debris of the roof she had fallen through. She opened her hazel eyes, wondering how long she had been out.

She used her arms to prop herself up and glanced around, finding herself in a dimly lit basement. She went to move her legs, but then a sharp pain shot through her left thigh and she cried out loudly, almost falling onto her back but kept herself in a sitting position.

She glanced at her thigh and saw a piece of wood lodged into her thigh. Shell grimaced as she gently grasped the wood and began to pull it out. The pain increased and she bit her lip hard. Then, in one swift move she yanked the whole thing out.

She screamed out in pain and tossed it away, throwing both hands over the wound as it bled. “F-fuck…!” she cried, tears of pain trickling down her face. She whimpered and breathed heavily, trying to calm down her pounding heart.

She then felt as though there was someone else in the room and she glanced up. Her eyes went wide immediately.

A man stood in the room, a tall (Christ, he looked over 7 feet tall!) and muscular man. He wore a pair of bloodied, black fitting jeans and black boots. His torso was bare, but he had black bandages wrapped around his head. She glanced at his hip and gasped when she saw the weapon at his side. It was massive and resembled a machete, but with a curved and very sharp-looking tip.

When the man took a step towards her, Shell immediately scooted backwards. “S-stay away from me! Stay the fuck away!” she shouted out of fear and then scrambled to get up. She managed to get up and get a few steps in when she tripped and fell face-first on the ground, blacking out.

She must’ve only been out for maybe ten or so seconds. She heard heavy footsteps and then she felt rough, calloused hands grab her smaller body. But instead of being rough and careless, he seemed gentle and picked her up; cradling her bruised and bloodied form.

Shell felt heat creep onto her face as she was against his muscular chest. “P-please…don’t…h-hurt me…” she whispered, feeling herself fade out as her vision blurred again. “Wanna….go home….home….” was the last thing she said before she fell into a deep darkness.

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Genesis yelped as she was thrown onto the bed and gasped out when Pyramid Head immediately got on after her, straddling her waist. “GET OFF ME!” Genesis screamed and started kicking and punching him.

He growled in annoyance and then grabbed her jacket and tank top, ripping them off her body. Thank god they weren’t ripped to shreds because she was NOT walking around Silent Hill half-naked. “Get the fuck off!!” Genesis shouted and punched and kicked at him, trying to get him off.

A low and deep growl came from inside the creature’s helmet and in one move he yanked her bra off her torso and tossed it to the floor. Genesis gasped and immediately covered her chest, her pale curvy body exposed for Pyramid Head to see. Genesis knew she was curvier than Shell. Hell, she lost track of how many guys tried to ask her out.

The man’s rough and blood-stained hands grabbed her wrist in one hand and pinned them down above her head on the mattress while his other hand felt and groped her body. She gasped and tried to arch away, but he grabbed her left breast harshly, squeezing it roughly. “Gah!” Genesis yelped, her face burning. “S-stop it!”

Pyramid Head only growled again and got off her lap, grabbing her boots and flinging them off before grabbing both her jeans and undies and pulling them off her body quickly. Genesis nearly screamed, but she bit her lip harshly, drawing blood.

The man let his helmeted gaze wander down her body. Her black tattoo went all the way down her right arm and down her right side, ending at her hip. Genesis felt extremely violated already and she knew there was much worse to come.

She gasped when the long tongue came out from the bottom of his helmet and rubbed against her inner thigh. She tried to squeeze her legs shut but his hand went down to her leg and kept them both apart while the tongue traveled to her clit and licked. Genesis jerked and she was then flipped onto her stomach and forced onto all fours while the tongue still licked and rubbed at her clit mercilessly.

Genesis gripped the bed sheets, gritting her teeth. She felt the man’s right hand travel down her back and over her ass cheeks until it was at the base of her back entrance. Genesis jerked again. “W-what the fuck are you doing?!” she shouted, looking over her shoulder at the monster.

That’s when the tongue at her nether regions probed at her entrance and then plunged in deeply. Genesis cried out in pain, clawing at the sheets and ripping them with her sharp painted nails. The appendage inside her was extremely foreign and felt weird, uncomfortable. She suddenly felt a finger begin to press into her tight hole. Her eyes widened to an impossible wideness and she cried out at how painful and uncomfortable it was.

The finger wiggled in all the way up to the knuckle and began thrusting in and out, pain shooting up her spine. “S-stop! Please!!” she felt tears of pain roll down her pale cheeks. The tongue inside her went in deeper and roughly began moving in and out of her, finding every hidden corner and crevice and none of it was pleasurable, only painful.

The finger in her back entrance suddenly brushed against a bundle of nerves that sent waves of both pain and pleasure up Genesis’s spine and she screamed. “P-please! D-don’t!”

Both the finger and the tongue in her entrances went as deep as they could go and Genesis screamed out loudly as she came, staining the sheets with liquids. She cried out when both the tongue and finger pulled out of her and she was flipped onto her back roughly. Rough, blood-stained hands gripped her legs and ripped them apart.

“No! FUCKING NO WAY IN HELL!!” she screamed and struggled, punching and kicking at the creature. The helmeted man just gave a sharp growl and lifted his skirt and shoved himself inside her in one, brutal stroke.

The female’s scream of pain and agony was music to his ears. He groaned, feeling how warm and wet she was inside. She was still struggling, screaming at him to let her go. But he would never let her go. He was the Punisher and she was to be punished for her sins. He kept a tight grip on her hips and pounded into her tight heat.

Genesis screamed and cried, wanting everything to stop. Hell, she’d rather be dead than endure this pain! This wasn’t the first time enduring this sort of pain either….she remembered that week when her father raped her repeatedly after her 13^th birthday….

Genesis was flown out of her thoughts when the creature’s monstrous length slammed against that spot inside her and she screamed again. Her throat was raw, her voice weak from screaming. Pyramid Head kept slamming into her at an inhumanly pace and she could soon feel a knot in her stomach, a knot that was warning her of her oncoming orgasm.

It was only that after a few more harsh thrusts when her sore walls clamped around his length and she screamed loud and long as she met her end in a violent orgasm. She felt the creature’s body shudder from above hers and it released its huge load into her. She cried out when he left her body and she curled up onto her side, raped and violated.

She felt sleep burning the edge of her brain and it wasn’t long before she passed out from exhaustion.

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Shell groaned out softly as she began to come to. Her entire body was nothing but a dull ache, hardly any pain, but still sore. She felt as if she had been run over by a semi multiple times.

She was aware that she was lying down on something soft, a bed perhaps? Shell’s hazel orbs fluttered open and she was looking up at a yellowed ceiling. Perhaps from too much smoke? She knew she was on a bed because there was a blanket over her, a warm and somewhat fuzzy blanket.

She then realized she had no shirt or jeans on, just her undergarments. Shell blushed heavily at the thought of someone striping her half-naked. But then she looked more closely and saw that her skin was clean and her injuries were bandaged up.

“Who would….?”

She suddenly heard loud, thudding footsteps, as if heavy boots were walking in the dead silent room outside the one she was in. Shell grabbed the blanket and threw it over herself, trembling slightly. The heavy footsteps got louder as they got closer and she shut her eyes tightly, silently praying.

She was not the religious type. Hell, she never believed the whole bible. But sometimes praying helped and Shell prayed silently to herself, hoping for this nightmare to be over. The footsteps stopped at the door and then she heard the squeaky noise of the doorknob as it turned.

Shell then heard the door swing open and the loud, thudding footsteps of boots as they came closer to the bed. She trembled more and struggled not to and then a large hand grasped the blanket and took it off her trembling form.

Shell’s hazel orbs opened on their own and she looked out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes landed on the same man she saw earlier before she had passed out. She looked down to the weapon at his hip and felt somewhat afraid.

“W…who are you?” Shell asked him quietly.

The over-towering man glanced around the room and then walked over to a corner in the room that had a puddle of blood. The man dipped two fingers in the blood and began writing on the wall.

J-U-D-G-M-E-N-T.

Judgment.

“Judgment….?” Shell said to herself and then glanced at the man. “Is that your name….?”

The man nodded once. Shell bit her lip gently and pulled herself into a sitting position, covering herself with the blanket. Then, her thigh groaned out and she grimaced, one hand going to hold her bandaged thigh.

Judgment’s large, pale and calloused hand gripped the blanket and took it away from her half naked form. Shell stammered and then gasped when his hand lay across her thigh, small waves of pain washing through her thigh. His hand was a bit bigger than her thigh and much larger than her own hands.

Shell felt hot, salty tears sting the corners of her eyes and she bit back a choked sob. She wanted to go home. She wanted to find Genesis. She shut her eyes tightly as the tears streamed down her face.

What surprised her next was the man’s free hand come up to her face. She stiffened a little, but no hitting came. Instead, the hand wiped away her tears and wiped underneath her eyes. Shell let out a shaky sniffle and opened her eyes, seeing Judgment ‘stare’ back at her with hidden eyes.

She wondered if he had a face….eyes, a mouth. She could make out the definition of a nose though.

She sniffled and her tear ducts dried up a few minutes later. Judgment then stood up and walked over to the other wall, rummaging around in the dresser drawers before he pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and picked up her boots, giving them to her.

“Oh………thank you….” She took the clothes from him. “Um….did you tend to me….and clean me up…?”

He nodded.

She flushed a little and said thanks again, then got dressed. Judgment also handed Shell her bag and she found some of her belongings, including medicine and rolls of bandages.

He went to the door and then motioned at her with a finger, to follow him.

Shell was slightly nervous, but then she got off the bed and followed him.
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