The Deaf Girl

Paige Wolfe || 17 years old || Patient

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Down, but Not Out || Xander & Paige

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Xander nodded, he understood the situation and again he fell into treating Paige like a child. I need to seriously stop pussy footing around her. She was obviously upset by the way she bit her lip but she also nodded in understanding. That’s when Paige asked for the person who told him about the brainwashing.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. He just thought to himself he wouldn’t tip toe around her and their relationship has grown over the months a lot. he was comfortable with her and Xander knew she wouldn’t tell on him so why not tell her who informed him of her.

“It was Lana.” He said simply. he met her eyes and explained his relationship to Lana and how she told him of the games and bringing back Malcolm. “I’m sorry I kept that from you.”

Paige’s eyes were fixed on Xander as he sucked in a breath, and as he named off the woman who’d given him the information, her thin brown eyebrows stitched together in confusion. “Lana?” she quipped, skepticism clear in her hazel hues, “You mean the new guard?” 

It didn’t make any sense to her. Why would a guard at Radley stick her neck out for the better of any patient, even with guilt over bringing them to this hell hole? She’d been at Radley for over a year now and she’d never known an employee to do such a thing. “D-Don’t be sorry,” she shook her head, having watched his lips move to tell the story of how Lana had brought him here and told him about the games. 

“I-I just...” she started back up hesitantly, “I don’t un-understand it...” There was a short silence between the two of them. Not that Paige would have noticed if Xander spoke up either way, her eyes had fallen to her lap, staring at her hands as she picked at her fingernails in an anxious habit. The gears in her head were turning - working to put together the pieces. 

Finally, Paige spoke again, “Why w-w-would a guard put h-herself at risk l-like that?”

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Down, but Not Out || Xander & Paige

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Xander sat on Paige’s bed admiring her work. all the love she put into each sketch that she informed him were memories was easy to feel, he was about to praise Paige when she mentioned a ‘he’. Xander didn’t have to think long to know who ‘he’ was.

He sighed and turned to the woman. “Paige I’m so sorry. I wish there was something I could do to make this all stop but the only thing I could tell you is don’t latch onto Malcolm anymore. he’s…he’s not well.” Xander didn’t like speaking badly about her former love and “well” wasn’t the right term in the slightest.

“It’s gonna hurt and that’s what they’ll expect.” He said, “I think these memory sketches is just the therepy you need to mourn the past.” Malcolm wasn’t dead but he might as well be. that might be better on Paige then the sadistic fuck he’s become

Xander’s face dropped exactly the way she was accustomed to seeing. She bit down on her lip, feeling half-guilty for even bringing it up. She could handle it all, she thought she could at least. But the moment Malcolm was brought into the picture, it was a different story. She let out a shaky breath at what he said, nodding her head slowly. “Not w-well,” she scoffed, “He’s f-fucking brainwashed. You can say i-it.”

She wasn’t angry. Not at Xander. Nor was she trying to take her irritation out on him, she just hated the beating around the bush. This place had done much more terrible things than brainwashing. Might as well add this one to the list. “Y-You’re right,” she agreed, another small bob of her head, “They d-did this to hurt me, and... i-if I allow it to hu-hurt me, they w-win.”

Paige looked down at her sketch book, taking in the detail of that day and matching it perfectly to that day. She breathed in, then let out a sigh, “Who t-told you...?” She knew that he had stated he wouldn’t jeopardize the identity of his inside man or woman, but now that they certainly trusted one another, she hoped he would trust her with such information, “Someone who works here? Or is it a mentor?”

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Down, but Not Out || Xander & Paige

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Xander turn her so she could see his next words, “Don’t worry about them. Focus on being Paige and show them just how strong you are.” He said and when Paige took her hand he gave her a brilliant smile.” This small gesture let him know she still trusted and wanted him near and it was all he could ask for.

As Xander entered Paige’s room he was quickly floored. her room was covered in the most detailed sketches he’d ever seen, some of places others of people and that’s when Paige showed him a picture she made of him when they first met. He felt honored and amazed at how beautiful Paige saw him and the world around her.

“These are incredible!” He said. “I never knew were so creative, I mean I’ve seen you drawing a few times but I would never guess-” He was rambling and decided to just shut up. “May I sit on your bed?” Xander asked making sure it was okay before making himself at home in his room.

Paige kept what he said in mind. It was more difficultly done than said, but she would try. She would try to focus on herself and her strength. As they entered the room, Paige just stood in place, watching Xander admiringly as he went to the drawing of himself and gazed upon it. A smile sat on her lips, a bright pink tint to her cheeks as he went on about how good her artwork was. She’d only had a few people praise her so highly, and it always hit her the same way. 

“Th-Thank you,” she nodded her head, then gestured to the bed at his question, “Go ah-ahead.” A small chuckle came from her, wondering why he felt the need to ask, but loving how respectful he was in doing so. She followed him, taking a seat at the edge of the bed beside him and tucking her hands beneath her thighs. 

Once she was seated, she reached over to her desktop and took the sketchbook which had the rest of her drawings. She flipped it open to show Xander the ones she’d been working on recently. The first was of herself and Malcolm in the courtyard the first time they’d met. It made her sad to see it, but the only way she felt she could get over the circumstances with Malcolm was to sketch out her memories with the man who was no longer there. 

“I-I know you might th-think this is crazy,” she said, “But... maybe dr-drawing out these m-moments will help me. S-S-Somehow...” She bit her lip and looked to Xander, “He j-joined in.”

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Down, but Not Out || Xander & Paige

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Xander nodded and said he’d like training together also but her next question took him by surprise. Everyone knew about Paige Wolfe, the sex slave who’d disappear for a few hours to a couple days and reappear with marks, burns, cuts, bruises, bite marks ect.  

Xander did his best not to listen and usually because its so frequent gossip died down quickly due to loss of interest so Xander hadn’t heard anything new he’d hoped it was because she was safe. 

“I’ll be honest Paige, you’re kinda famous around here. I do my best not to overhear but I catch some things. I know Matthew rapes you and I sometimes see the markings that’s all.” Xander couldn’t imagine her psychologically issues and he guessed he ignored them or more like rejected the idea of them for whatever reason.

Xander wanted to take Paige’s hand and hold it tight as they walked to her room but now that she’s decided to be on her own he wasn’t sure what actions to take with her that wouldn’t feel like he was degrading or treating her childlike. “Lead the way.” he said simple and chose instead to just follow along.

As he spoke, Paige nodded her head, reading his lips as he explained the extent of what he knew. Which was mostly everything. “It f-figures,” she said with a wry laugh, “Nothing st-stays hidden here for long. I... I think I was k-kind of famous h-here before I even went to the i-island.” She shook her head, speaking as they started to walk toward her room, “To ev-everyone here, it’s a joke. Ha-ha, look at Paige, shes b-been raped again!” She scoffed at the sad truth of what she said. 

She found herself growing sad. Not weak, not breaking. Just sad. So as they neared her room, Paige did reach over and take Xander’s hand. She looked over to his face as they walked side by side, mostly to make sure his expression didn’t show distaste for her actions. 

As they got to Paige’s door, she let Xander’s hand go, though. Opening the door and stepping in, she showed him in. It was the same as any other patient room in Radley, but she had made it her own with her sketches and paintings hung to the wall. It was a slice of Paige most did not care to see. “These are my sketches,” there was no stutter, and a sense of pride behind her voice. She pointed over to the wall where a detailed sketch of Xander himself hung from a thumbtack. 

“I dr-drew that after the first t-time I met you,” Paige said with a small smile, feeling a bit bashful and hoping he didn’t find it weird she had sketched him in such detail, “Y-You stuck up for me. I d-d-didn’t forget that.”

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Down, but Not Out || Xander & Paige

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Paige was right, Xander never went to the Games yet but he could imagine the horrible things she had to do to not only survive but win. the more he thought on it the more Paige really didn’t seem that fragile. Perhaps her disability did automatically giver pity in life and Xander too had fallen for the ‘big man, save helpless girl’ cliche, for that he was regretful . “I know you’re not weak and I’m very sorry if I made you feel that way.”

“I’m also sorry for whatever happen to Malcolm but if you’ll allow my I’ll be someone you could lean on, not your shield.” 

Xander didn’t know much of the extent of Paige’s problems nor would he bring them up or treat her any different any longer. He told her he’d train her more to defend herself from bigger opponents among other things and Xander got slightly excited to see this new Paige, a kickass who wouldn’t take anyone’s shit. “What do you think. You’ll still let me help you.”

She shook her head at his apologies. Everyone did it. Malcolm did it, Charles did it. Even her enemies saw her as weak and childish. She didn’t need an apology, just a change in her image to him. And she was sure that she had instilled that in him by the way he now spoke to her. “We can tr-train together,” she nodded her head, a small smile on her lips, “I have to pr-prepare you for the games anyw-ways.”

They could teach each other a few tricks, that much Paige was sure of. She tilted her head to the side, looking up at Xander, “D-Do you know anything about me?” It was odd to think of. That her reputation as the sex slave of Radley had perhaps not made it past his ears. 

“Would you l-like to come to my room?” she offered, which was not something she offered to just anyone since it had become her only real safe-haven. If you could even find one within the confines of Radley. There, she could talk to him. She could tell him her past. She trusted him now, but she would not break down. She had that set in her mind. Paige Wolfe chose only to tell him so that he had a better understanding of her as his friend.

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Down, but Not Out || Xander & Paige

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Xander’s brow lowered as Paige questioned his friendship. “that’s… That’s it. your my friend and I want to help you. I want to protect you like I would anyone else I like.” She was a small girl and had a disability that inhibited her ability to protect herself in the case someone should attack her from behind.

Paige ranted she didn’t want protection, she didn’t want to be a ‘flower’ and even though Xander felt insulted he could understand her need for independence,

Xander nodded, “Well what will you do?” he asked and gestured to the dummy. “beating a mannaquin like that won’t help anything but prove your emotionally vulnerable.” he didn’t wannt to say it but being blunt was what Paiige needed. “If I could tell something was wrong before even looking at your face anyone could have and taken advantage of you without hesitation.”

Xander didn’t want to sound harsh but since she asked for it he won’t treat her like a delicate object anymore

Paige stared up at him as he spoke. She could tell through the things he said that he was somewhat insulted by that she’d said. She hadn’t meant to hurt him at all. A small frown sat on her lips as she watched his lips quietly and followed his gesture for just a split second to the dummy. He was right in his own way, but he didn’t know how much it had helped her to simply beat on that thing. 

“Xander...” her voice was quiet and she shook her head, expression apologetic, “We’re friends... a-and I never would w-want to hurt you...” She swallowed again. Perhaps it was a bad case of cotton mouth, or just a nervous habit she had. Her eyes drifted from him for a moment, “You h-haven’t been on that island yet... and... if you s-saw the things I d-did there... m-m-maybe you wouldn’t think of me so weak...” 

She looked back to him and reached out to take his hand and give it a little reassuring squeeze before speaking again, trying to explain herself, “M-Malcolm... He used to th-think of me that way. H-He used to pr-protect me all the time...” She looked incredibly sad, but didn’t shed a tear, “I was too used to it, y-you know? I just w-went to him for everyth-thing that went wrong and...” 

The girl paused and shook her head, “He was t-too solid a rock to st-stand on and now he’s gone and I... I h-have to learn to stick up for my-myself...”

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Down, but Not Out || Xander & Paige

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Xander knew better then that, Paige was hiding something. something happened to her and lord only knows what that could possible be but something told him she was hurting, emotionally or physically…possibly both.

 He watched Paige give the dummy two quick jabs then gently placed a hand on the lower part of her back leading her away from the dummy to a farther part of the Rec Room, away from the door.

“Okay Paige you can’t hide anything from me. I know something is wrong now please tell me.” His eyes were gently, hoping she’ll open up to him and tell him whatever. Xander felt protective of small Paige, ready to support her in anything

Paige hated the way he looked at her like a child that needed protecting. Elijah had told her before that she needed to grow tougher skin. Things were different between them now, sure. But he was right. And it seemed every time she tried to grow thick skin, another person was there to try and save the day. Once they were in a more private setting, Paige sighed. 

She shrugged her shoulders as if what had happened to her was no big deal. But she knew she would need to tell him for risk of their friendship. “Wh-What am I to you, Xander?” she asked, but cut him off before he could answer, “A friend b-but what else...? S-S-Someone you need to pr-protect?” The look in her eyes could show how pathetic she believed herself to be. 

The girl gulped, raising a hand to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead, “A... A lot of p-people think of me th-that way. I’m some... some in-innocent flower that needs protecting. And th-that’s because I’m... a p-punching bag here.” She rose her hazel eyes to meet with his brown ones, “I’m thr-through with it, Xander. I’m n-not going to be a flower anymore.” 

That word stuck to her tongue heavily. Flower. The word Matthew had pinned as her new name. She refused to take that name any longer.

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Down, but Not Out || Xander & Paige

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Xander had entered the training room to get some stress off his shoulders when he saw a girl going to town on a poor dummy. She quickly figured out it was Paige and she was not herself, she was angry and out of breath not so much training or working out as much as trying to throttle someone.

Xander didn’t know how to get her attention without scaring her and just went ahead and placed a hand on her shoulder. Paige was quick to defend herself and he held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry to startle you.” He said giving her a friendly grin. “Are…you okay?”

He thought she looked kind of sick and very pale. “You really don’t look good. if you want to talk we can.”

She looked at him as he spoke, knowing very well that what he said was true. Paige knew she didn’t look well, she’d seen it in the mirror that morning. She wasn’t used to bottling everything up and throwing it out the window. She was scared for things to progress the way they did yesterday. Scared that maybe from now on, this is how things would be. 

She could almost still feel the sickly sticky mess on her face. 

Paige shook her head, a couple chocolate locks of hair falling in her face as she did so. She didn’t wish to be rude to the boy, she just wanted to beat something up. Turning her back on Xander, Paige fired off two quick jabs to the dummy’s face. With how hard and long she’d been hitting it, she was surprised it was still on its hinges. 

The girl stopped, looking down at her hands. Her knuckles ached and would probably form to bruises later on. Silently, she pondered on continuing the torment to the training dummy. Biting her lip, though, she decided to face Xander again. “I’m so s-sick of being walked all over.” She was honest with the boy. She trusted him, forced herself to. Because he was her friend. 

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Down, but Not Out || Xander & Paige

The day after she’d been double-teamed by Matthew and Malcolm, Paige was sitting in her room sketching when she felt a wave of emotions start to overtake her. She refused to let herself cry and wallow. So instead, she dressed in her training clothes quickly and started out for the sparring room. If she couldn’t cry, she needed to get those emotions out some other way. As she entered the sparring room, she was glad to find that it was empty. 

Paige went to one of the supplies bins, pulling out one pair of sparring gloves and putting them on before finding her place in front of one of the dummies. For a little while, she just stared at the dummy. In her mind, the inanimate face before her began to morph into some mixture between Matthew and Malcolm. The girl remembered every moment of the previous day and used it to fuel her rage. 

Then she was off. Hard fist after hard fist fired into the face, chest, and abdomen of the dummy before her. A film of sweat formed on her forehead, wetting her brunette hair which was tied in a loose ponytail. She punched and punched and punched for close to an hour, grunting and breathing heavily, but never stopping. She did everything to that dummy that she wanted to do to Matthew - that she wanted to do to Malcolm. 

That is, until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Quickly, Paige whipped around, ready to defend herself if need be. But there was no threat, that was apparent. The girl exhaled, chest heaving with her shallow pants, “Xander. Don’t sn-sneak up on m-me like that...”

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Highway to Hell || Maige & Patthew

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Matthew ripped off each clamp then bent her over to pull out the plug.  He could tell she was broken again. Paige’s tears smeared her face further and he delighted in the thought of her having to scurry back to her room, face full of cum and body covered in marks.

Malcolm tossed Paige’s ripped clothes to her, avoiding her face. He wished he had a camera to capture the pitiful woman that was in front of him finally getting her comeuppance.

The two had redressed looking perfectly normal and content in their satisfaction.

She regretted asking for his help immediately. Paige was unable to believe the pain as Matthew ripped the nipple clamps off of her and snatched the plug from her ass. She stood still for a moment, face feeling sticky still. Disgusting. She knew the first thing she would do would be to take a shower. She knew she wouldn’t cry after that, wouldn’t allow herself to. 

As her clothes were tossed to her, Paige shifted to catch them. She took the pants first, pulling them up carefully. She wasn’t in as much pain as she’d been in in the past, but there was still a numbing pain in her ass and vagina from being so brutally handled. As she brought her shirt up, she frowned to remember that it was slit up the front. 

Pulling the t-shirt on like a vest, Paige sighed. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and rose her gaze slowly to meet Matthew’s. She asked for permission, “May I l-leave now?” Matthew glared at her, Malcolm mimicked the expression. They nodded to her simultaneously, Matthew unlocking the door with his key-card. 

Paige walked through the halls, knowing that people were staring. How could they not stare at a girl with cum all over her face, marks all over her stomach, and a shirt slit down the middle? Once she reached her room, she was actually glad that Elijah was still not there. She could cry in peace without having to feel weak or guilty. Though she knew he didn’t intend to make her feel that way anymore, that his feelings for her had changed, she still feared his opinions of her. 

The girl started a hot shower, sat in it with the water rushing over her, and washed the jizz off her face. She cried in the hot water until it eventually went cold. And once it did, she composed herself, got out of the shower, dried up, and got dressed. No more tears would be shed for this day. She would toughen up and face everything. She was not down. 

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Highway to Hell || Maige & Patthew

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Matthew pulled them into a different position and saw she had her eyes closed, He slapped her and forced her eyes opened to see him. “Look at him! Look at he pleasures himself to you being taken.” 

He pushed her head up to then look at Malcolm as her former lover breathed heavily, stroked harder then finally released himself on her face, the sticky substance ribboned her forehead and lips.

Matthew’s thrusts became erratic again and one hand scratched and tore and Paige’s body the other mercilessly whipping her. He felt himself get closer and pulled out to take Malcolm’s place at her head. His own release coated her cheeks. 

“How does that feel, slut? To have two guy have their cum on you?” Matt teased.  “Always kinda wanted to do that.” Malcolm added, “Never knew this could be so hot.” Matt chuckled and untied Paige’s hands then the ball gag. “Now get dressed and don’t fucking dare wipe that off or I’ll know and you’ll be back here in a heartbeat.” He made sure she could read that and waited for her to do as instructed.

Suddenly, Paige was flipped over onto her back again, the whip falling on her stomach and breasts hard over and over by Matthew. She yelped as a brutal slap landed across her face and her head was forced back so she had no choice but to watch as Malcolm pleasured himself. She cried uncontrollably, but didn’t dare to close her eyes for one more moment. Matthew was learning new tricks every day it seemed, learning to torment her in new ways. 

She didn’t see it coming. She would have never guessed him to do that to her. His hot sticky load fled all over her face, down her lips and chin, her forehead and eyelids... She nearly gagged at the feeling of it, tears pouring like a never-ending river. But she didn’t have much time to focus on it, because Matthew suddenly started thrusting harder and deeper than before, hitting her with ruthless swings of the whip. 

He pulled out then, rushing over beside her head only to cover her cheeks and forehead with more gooey white liquid. Paige groaned in discomfort, thanking God silently that her time in this place was over. She still didn’t dare to take her eyes off of them, though, watching as Matthew teased her and Malcolm admitted that he’d always wanted to do that to her. 

She sobbed. She broke down. And as she was moved around to be untied and un-gagged, and forced to stand, she paid attention to the orders from Matthew. She nodded her head, but didn’t say a thing, specifically avoiding Malcolm’s gaze all together. She felt ashamed, but needed to ask all the same, “W-Will you please t-take... the clamps... and the b-b-buttplug... out...”

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Highway to Hell || Maige & Patthew

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Matthew grinned like a Cheshire and gripped Paige’s hair pulling her until she was on her knees. “Malcolm.” Was all he had to say though Paige probably didn’t hear it and Malcolm, like an ordered soldier, picked up the nipple clamps. He placed them on her buds giving each a hard tug before tying the ball gag in her mouth

She was thrown back down, ass up with Matthew making a clear entrance for the plug to go in. Malcolm purposely pushed it all the way in dry then pulled it out only to push it back in. He chuckled as he did it again but a look from Matthew told him to hurry it up.

Matthew entered her and gripped her hips so she was unable to move. He gave Malcolm the flogger. he gave her four whips on the shoulder then gave it back to Matt who whipped at her side, the leather wrapping around to crack at her stomach. Back and forth they took turns giving Paige four whips each.

Malcolm stroked himself harder and harder feeling himself nearing. Matt too felt a familiar build up but he was far from done.

Paige was yanked up by her hair, her face toward the ceiling and her breaths shallow as she felt Malcolm play with her nipples before clasping on two heavy nipple clamps. She whimpered loudly as he tugged at them, then was forced to open her mouth for the ball gag. It was strapped tightly around the back of her head. Her mouth was filled with the red rubber ball, making it slightly more difficult to breathe nonetheless talk. 

Dropped quickly back into position, Paige tried to compose herself. She tried to get her mind off of it and think of something that made her happy. But as she felt something pressing harshly against her tight hole, Paige came up short. She groaned against the ball gag as the butt plug entered her at full width. But she didn’t expect for it to be yanked out so forcefully and then shoved back in. Her body quivered with the pain of it, praying Malcolm would grow bored of this pattern. 

Surely enough, Matthew was lined up with her slit again. Paige found herself almost thankful for the fact. Malcolm showed up before her head again, flogger in hand. The leather tresses fell hard on her back, one... two... three... four... Hard, as if he was taking out every frustration he had on her at once. Then from behind, the flogger hit again four times on her side and stomach. She whimpered and cried, squirming uncomfortably with each and every blow. 

She tried to bed and plead for them to stop, but every sound from her mouth was muffled by the gag filling her mouth. A few minutes into this torture, her skin stung, covered in pink welts, her nipples felt as if they may just fall off, and her ass ached for the plug to be taken out. Paige saw Malcolm stroking himself. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to endure the torture of seeing him that way any longer. In her head, she silently prayed the same prayer over and over again. 

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Highway to Hell || Maige & Patthew

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Malcolm leaned down to suck on the skin of Paige’s neck, licking and nipping her angrily. Matthew grinned at the sight, he would never get over taking the boy Paige thought she could hide behind and use him to hurt her but as he entered her, Paige had cursed him again and a noise in the back of her throat told him she had been ready to spit.

He pushed Malcolms hands away, and hooked his finger inside her cheek and pulled until her sleepy teary eyes met his. “I don’t quiet remember you being so uppity.” He said to her continue to pump his body roughly against her. “Malcolm, bring me a few toys so to punish dear Paige with” Matthew turned her until she was on her stomach and dumped in front of her was weighted nipple clamps, an anal plug, flogger and ball gag. 

“Pick two Paige. Do it or I’ll use all four while I fuck you and you don’t want that.” Matthew probably could have picked better tools to damage his flower but just knowing Malcolm picked these items himself would be enough to fuck with her mind.

Malcolm let her throat go and began licking and biting and sucking at her neck. He’d done that all before, but it was a different time, a different setting. As soon as Matthew pushed him back, Malcolm complied. That’s all he was now, a puppet. Paige felt Matthew as he hooked a finger into her cheek and pulled her up to look directly at him. The two of them were rocking back and forth with every thrust together. She tried to focus on what he said, on the way his lips moved. 

Fear struck in her heart as he instructed Malcolm to find him toys. She shook her head, “No, please...” she begged and pleaded. He wouldn’t listen. He never did. Without much control at all, Paige was flipped over onto her stomach, her ass up in the air as her knees crouched up to her chest on the mattress. As the toys were set down in front of her, Malcolm yanked her head up by her hair and spoke harshly, telling her to pick two for Matthew to use. 

None of the options were pleasant. And once again, she was baffled by the fact Malcolm could be so cold toward her. She cried. She didn’t pick which two she wanted because she just broke down. Tears came streaming from her eyes, her shoulders racking with each and every sob from her body. “No...” she shook her head slightly, though tried not to move too much since Malcolm’s grip on her hair still hurt, “I won’t f-fucking choose. Do your fucking w-w-worst, assh-hole...”

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Highway to Hell || Maige & Patthew

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Paige thrashed about under him, screaming and cursing at the top of her lungs, the sound ringing in Matthews ears. He growled and called Malcolm over. “suffocate her.” He said and Malcolm complied.

Paige’s former friend stood above her head and wrapped his hands around her neck squeezing the voice box closed and yet she still squirmed.  Matthew was getting far to annoyed and pulled out to find his lighter. He flicked it on and let the fire heat up the metal before pushing the hot lighter into her thigh dangerously close to her opening.

“A flower is meant to hold still, you know this.” Matt nodded for Malcolm to let go and he did. “Do you want me to hurt you more? because I will if you want.” He smirked and told Malcolm to suffocate her again. As he watched her face reddened he wondered what she’d look like all covered in circular burns from the lighter. “Now be good.”

Paige kept screaming. Over and over until she felt Malcolm’s hands wrap around her throat and squeeze tightly. He cut off her air supply entirely, the screams stopped. But Paige kept kicking her legs and squirming her hips. She made little struggling sounds, watching as Matthew lit a lighter and brought it close to her skin. 

A sizzling sound filled the air, one Paige couldn’t hear but could certainly feel as he pressed the hot tip of the lighter into her skin. She whimpered and cried out, shaking her head. “No, no, no, no...” she kept whispering over and over. This was some nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. Matthew she could handle, it was Malcolm being there that was permanently scarring.

“Fuck you!” she yelled up at Matthew, hocking up spit in the back of her throat and releasing it straight up into the blond boy’s face. Just then, Mac’s hands clamped down on her throat again. Matthew entered her again, thrusting into her hard. Paige’s eyes were wide open, staring up at Malcolm and sickened by the expression of pleasure on his face. She tried to cough, but with his hands around her throat, it was nearly impossibly. Her head was beginning to fill with blood and she started to feel dizzy. 

Please, please God... she thought to herself, a prayer and not the first time she’d resorted to such desperate measures. 

[malcolm-aaronrp-blog]

Highway to Hell || Maige & Patthew

[paige-wolfe-blog]

matthew-lawerencerp:

Paige cursed him and Matthew gave an easy smile. He always loved a challenge, and Paige was becoming quite feisty. He picked her up only to drag and toss her onto the bed. Matthew removed his pants to reveal his already erect penis and roughly pulled her legs open. He gazed down at her, licked his lips and entered her dry.

Not giving her a moment to adjust he thrusted at full speed, digging his nails in the soft skin of her thighs to keep her still.  All the while, Malcolm watched in perverse delight seeing Paige in that position. his own lower body beginning to react. Malcolm unbuttoned his jeans finally deciding to stroke himself to relieve the pressure in the erratic rhythm that Matt was using on Paige.

Matthew twisted Paige’s pink nipples, twisted and pulled at them until they reddened. A tightness coiled in his belly.   

Paige cried out as she felt Matthew sweep her up from the floor and toss her onto the bed. She moved her legs, trying to escape him. She always tried to escape, no matter how pointless it seemed to be. But he was on top of her before she could scramble away. He looked at her, inserting himself forcefully. Paige closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to look at him as he defiled her yet again. She knew this might anger him, she didn’t care. 

His fingers scratched along her thighs, leaving stinging paths behind them. Paige breathed in through her teeth in pain, whimpering and groaning at every hard thrust Matthew gave her. She opened her eyes as the man atop her began to pinch and twist at the pink nubs, pain evident in her face. 

Turning her head to the side, her pain was almost tripled. Malcolm, that same face that had once smiled at her and told her he loved her, was now watching. More than watching. He’d taken his manhood from his pants and was now stroking at the same pace which Matthew was fucking her at. She cried, loudly and uncaring for what anyone thought or heard. 

She thrashed. Her entire body shook with anger as she struggled against Matthew. Even with her hands tied behind her back, she could make it difficult for him. “No!!” she screamed, sounding like a mad woman, losing her mind to the thought of the man who was supposed to love her getting off on all of this, “No!! Stop it, you bastards! Stop!!!”

[malcolm-aaronrp-blog]

Highway to Hell || Maige & Patthew

[paige-wolfe-blog]

matthew-lawerencerp:

Matthew blew smoke then put out the butt in a nearby ash tray before standing tall, taking in his little flower nice and helpless for him, put in that position by the man she thought she was in love with.

“Welcome home, Paige,” he said cupping her cheek in his hand. It’s been two weeks, far to long to have been without her. “Well done, Malcolm. now sit there and make sure you watch us closely.” 

Malcolm nodded and took Matthews seat as instructed. He watched as Matthew slid his hand down Paige’s neck before gripping it tightly. “tell me. did you give Malcolm a hard time? I know you like to be troublesome.” Paige shook her head, her face reddening. “She whined the whole time,” Malcolm intervined, “Asked questions and looked down when I specifically told her to keep quiet and eyes forward.”

Without even had looked Malcolm’s way, Matt’s eyes widened in mock disbelief. “Did you know? well you know what that means, don’t you Flower.” With a quick strike Matthew slapped her face hard enough to knock her off her feet. 

Home. Paige scoffed. This place may as well have been her home by now. She watched as Malcolm took the chair, thanking her lucky stars in her own mind that Malcolm would not be involved in actually raping her. She wasn’t sure if she could take that. As Matthew’s hand gripped tightly around her throat, she couldn’t breathe or speak. All she could do was to shake her head no, praying that no one would disagree with what she said. 

And even though she couldn’t see or hear what Malcolm said, she did notice the sudden change in Matthew’s expression. She’d been tattled on, that much was clear. As soon as his hand released her neck, she sucked in a clean breath. But she was not prepared for the hard slap across her face. It knocked her over, something she couldn’t even try to stop with her hands tied behind her back. 

Paige’s naked body hit the cold cement floor, her cheek stinging intensely. She tried to stop herself from crying. She was sick and tired of being the weak little girl that everyone could just kick around. “F-Fuck you, you bastard!” she screamed up at Matthew, though it was partially aimed at Malcolm as well. “Do your fucking worst, but you are not getting the satisfaction of knocking me down e-ever again!”

[malcolm-aaronrp-blog]

Highway to Hell || Maige & Patthew

[paige-wolfe-blog]

malcolm-aaronrp:

Once off the elevator, Paige asked why he brought her there and he turned to her and said “I’m Malcolm not ‘Mac’. and as for why? well I believe a traitor deserve retribution for her actions.”  Malcolm spat on the ground then pulled her to the Gallery where Matthew waited patiently, legs crossed, in a chair. the blond boy nodded and Malcolm went to work.

He grabbed a pair of shears and ripped her PJ’s right down the middle, then cut her bra in half so her breast where fully exposed without warning. Matthew grinned as he watched Paige’s former lover yank down her pants and undies then tossed him a rope.

With precise motions, Malcolm bounded Paige’s hands behind her back, already seeing bruises forming.

His words were harsh, a knife’s edge in her back with each and every one of them. He was right though, he was not Mac. Not anymore. Perhaps that would help her to differentiate between this Malcolm and the Mac she used to know. They were not one in the same, they never would be again. Paige flinched at the word traitor, remembering the lies Radley had told the love of her life. 

The truth was, she never betrayed him. She would have died for him if only she’d had the chance. But he dove from that cliff sooner than she could even think to. “Right,” she nodded her head, following him down to the door that she already knew was the Gallery. She’d walked this path so many times at this point, that she remembered it like the back of her hand. 

Stepping in, Paige immediately noticed that Matthew was waiting. She glared at him, stepping over where Malcolm had directed her. She winced at the feeling of her clothing being ripped off, her nipples puckering up immediately at the feeling of the cold air on them. Her pants were then yanked along with her panties from her hips. With a quivering lip and tears building up again, Paige couldn’t help but to fear what was to come.

Was Matthew going to rape her? Was Malcolm? She bit her bottom lip, whimpering as her hands were roughly tied behind her back. Then she stood, completely exposed as one tear slid from her eyes and down her cheek. She whimpered, “Pl-Please...” What was the use in begging? There wasn’t one, but still, Paige always tried.