�Cooperate, Brock. It�s your only option.� He told me dominantly. I shook my head.
�No! If this is what I have to do to keep my job then I don�t want it!� I told him. I was dead serious, I would have just walked away. He just laughed at me and I felt weaker than ever.
�If you don�t do this, you won�t be the only one losing a job.� He told me. I immediately knew he was talking about firing Kurt. I felt my heart sink. I couldn�t cost Kurt his job. He�d never forgive me. He�d never look at me the same way again. I whimpered.
�Please, no Vince! Kurt doesn�t deserve to lose his job! This is all my fault!� I begged him to change his mind, to have some compassion.
�If he doesn�t deserve to lose his job, then you�ll do as your told.� He said slyly. What could I do? There was no way I would cost Kurt his job. He loved his job, loved wrestling, and I�d be damned if I took that away from him. Why? Because we�re friends. Because I love him.
�Vince...� I said it quietly, pleading for another option. �...please.� He ignored me. He simply ignored me and shoved me to the floor, surprising me completely and jumping on top of me. I never thought Vince was so strong but I found out other wise as I attempted to battle back and throw him off. I swung my fists at him but it seemed like every hit I got in only made him that much stronger than me. I grew frustrated and frantic, losing control completely and whimpering loudly, simply struggling to free myself rather than actually hitting him. He finally grabbed my wrists and pinned me down. A desperate sob escaped me as I realized he had won and I couldn�t get away, and I almost considered screaming for help. Almost. I quickly decided not to. What would people think of me if they came running into something like this? What would they think of me? What would Kurt think of me? The possible results frightened me, and though it took all my will to keep quiet I didn�t scream. I trembled and sobbed quietly as I was stripped. I fought back tears as my eyes began to water.
He forced me onto my stomach and I couldn�t help but screech when I felt him shove into me, pressing so deeply into me and thrusting immediately. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed my face down against the floor, a gasp and groan coming from me but then falling silent. The sounds he made sickened me. His grunts and moans, and his heavy breathing made me want to puke. He rammed into me harder and I had to bite my tongue so I didn�t scream with agony. His finger nails dug into my hips and he squeezed tightly, leaving bruises and cuts for sure. He moaned with satisfaction as his body tensed and he came in me, the feeling of it making me cringe with disgust. He pulled out, got to his feet and adjusted himself. I laid on the floor, motionless, except for the slight quivering of my abused body. I tried so hard not to cry, tried so god damn hard. I silently watched my hand as I curled my fingers, opening my hand, closing my hand, and repeating it over and over again. I couldn�t even feel the movement. I was completely numbed by the previous events.
I still held back my tears as I slowly pulled my clothing back on. I got to my feet, wincing and whimpering ever so slightly as I partially stumbled to the office door. I heard him laughing behind me, so pleased with the pain he had inflicted, and enjoying every second of it. I was dizzy and nauseous but I still understood and was capable of getting out of there. I quickly opened the door and took off, not caring if anyone saw the panic and fear in my eyes. I went to the locker room as if nothing ever happened. I composed myself before I went into the room and just faked it. I was still afraid of what people would think of me if they knew. I went to my locker, keeping my head down because I knew my eyes were red from the tears swelling in them. I found myself cursing the battle, or lack there of, I�d given Vince. I mocked myself for not being more aggressive when I knew I could have been. I hated myself for letting it happen because I just knew I could have over powered him. I mumbled quietly to myself.
�Brock...?� Kurt�s voice came from behind me and I quickly spun around to face him. Our eyes immediately locked and he knew something had happened. His upper lip twitched slightly. I prayed I wasn�t that obvious. I prayed he couldn�t tell Vince had done what he did. The next minute he was hugging me, his arms wrapped around me securely. He was apologizing repeatedly and rubbing my back gently.
�I�m sorry, Brock. I shouldn�t have let you talk to him alone. I�m sorry. I know how much he...� I quickly cut him off.
�I-it�s okay, Kurt. He�s just a little angry. No big deal. He�ll get over it.� I repeated what he had said to me earlier. If he heard something like that it would throw him off, and that was exactly what I wanted. He looked at me, almost as if he knew I was lying to him, but then he smiled lightly at me. It was painful returning the smile with no enthusiasm. He held me close, like I always enjoyed, and then kissed me softly on the mouth. For a moment everything Vince had done disappeared. It was like everything was right in the world as he kissed me, as we indulged in each other�s taste. For those few moments everything was perfect because he was holding me, and I felt safe.

Part 3