Dylan appeared in the doorway with anger in his eyes. He must've realized it was too quiet in here and came to check on me. Dylan ran up on us and hit Benjamin on the back of the neck. He collapsed onto me again, and I let out a muffled cry as he sank into me. Dylan pulled him off me gently, and I moaned as my body felt him exit. Dylan dropped Benjamin hard on the floor and ripped the cloth from my mouth. I started crying instantly, and Dylan wrapped his arms around me.
We stayed like that until I could breathe again, and Dylan let me go. He took a step backward, giving me space, and I held the shirt he'd lent me closer. Benjamin didn't need to take anything off because I was already in optimal shape for the instant he wanted me. I looked at Dylan, and he looked away.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone." He said, real guilt seeping through every syllable he spoke.
"You did everything you could. You did the right thing this time. You tried to help in any way you could. You protected me." I responded.
"Well, that's not enough. I didn't protect you before he could get to you. I'm such an idiot!" He was getting emotional on my behalf, and I felt an unresistable erge to kiss him.
I leaned forward and placed my lips on his, then wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him closer. He stumbled, shocked, then wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me onto him as he laid down. He ran his hands up and down my ass and I let out a squeak of surprise.
Dylan just laughed and kissed me again. He turned me on my back and hovered over me. He ran a hand down the side of my face, and I felt something poke me. I looked down and couldn't process what I was seeing. Dylan was hard, but I never thought he actually wanted that with me. I thought he just thought it would hurt me the most, but right now, he wanted it.
I looked back up at his face, and he was frozen, too. He tried to get off me but stumbled and tripped. I put my hand out to steady him, but we ended up twirling in circles until he fell on top of me and went his junk.
I gasped, and he realized what had happened. He tried to get off me, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. He watched me with the intensity of a preditor chasing its prey. I stayed silent, but I looked into his hopeful green eyes, and I held my breath. He was gorgeous, and it was making me even more nervous. I could feel my knees go weak, and Dylan dropped down lower. He ran a hand over my shoulder and down my arm, just to see a reaction.
My face burned brighter as he picked me and carried me to the bed. I winced as he climbed back onto me. My whole body was soar, but I wanted this more than I wanted to admit it. He brushed a strand of hair from my face and leaned in close. I hated myself for it, but my mind remembered the feeling of Benjamin holding me down, wispering that I would love him one day. I flinched at the memory and held Dylans gaze. I was safe now.
Just before we were going to start, Benjamin woke up again. My entire body tensed as I heard him rise from the floor. Dylan stepped in front of me, but Benjamin just walked into the kitchen. He grabbed something and walked back out. It was a knife.
Benjamin charged towards Dylan, but he didn't react fast enough. Dylan tried to grab his wrist, but he wasn't prepared, so his wrist was slashed. Benjamin raised the knife above his head and prepared to stab Dylan. He covered me with his body in protection, but I wriggled free just before the knife came down. It stabbed the back of my shoulder, and I screamed as I fell forward into Dylans arms.
He caught me and screamed. He lowered me onto the bed gently and removed the knife from the back of my shoulder. I winced, so he held me off the bed as he pulled it so their would be less pressure on my body. It wasn't until the knife was removed that I noticed where his hand was. It was on my breast, and he didn't remove his hand for a while. He realized it was there and froze.
We locked eye contact, and my face flushed. He squeezed it gently, and I squeaked. He yanked his hand back, as if he didn't realize what he was doing until it was done. I was about to say something, but all that came out was a gasp as a shock of pain went through my shoulder.
Dylan turned to Benjamin and pounced, just in time to dodge a kick to the head. Benjamin fell to the floor as Dylan stood over him. Dylan grabbed Benjamin's collar and chopped his neck, knocking him unconscious again. I watched him drag Benjamin behind him as he walked to the door. Dylan turned to me with a nervous look on his face. He seemed doubtful.
"I'm sorry, but it's for the best." He said, then through Benjamin out the door, closed it, and locked it.
"He will freeze to death!" I screamed.
"I know, but that's better than him hurting you again." Dylan said, pressing a cloth to my shoulder.
"No, it's not! He may be twisted, but he is still human! I'll never have sex with you if you do this. The world will die off because I refuse to repopulate it with you. You are a monster!" I screamed.
Dylan gave me a heartbroken expression, and my heart broke with it. I was scared of Benjamin, but it didn't sit right with me to just let him die while he was helpless.
"I'm sorry." Dylan wispered, and I thought I felt my heart rip open.
"Bring him back in. We will kick him out when he can make it back to the basement." I replied.
Dylan scoffed but brought Benjamin back inside. He dragged him more roughly than necessary, then dropped him on the ground, hard. He walked over to a shelf and grabbed a first aid kit. He brought it back and opened it up. Their were needles and other supplies needed to stitch up the wound I had.
Dylan laid me down on my stomach and took off my shirt. Since that's all I had on, I was completely naked as he worked on my shoulder. He put numbing on it, so I couldn't feel anything, but I was unbelievably nervous. He was only in his boxers, and he was sitting on my ass. I could feel his junk, and it was hard.
He shifted to cut off the stitching wire, and I felt his junk dip into my ass. He stayed that way for a moment before cutting the wire, then he got off me. He left the room silently, and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.
Dylan came back a moment later with steak and mashed potatoes. He handed me a plate and fork, and I ate graciously. He cut my food for me like I was a child.
"Dylan, I can cut my own food." I complained, but I was blushing.
"You're injured. Let me help you." He said, then froze.
"What's wrong?" I asked nervously.
"Nothing. In fact, I just remembered a miracle medicine my mother made at her company. I have a second and third floor that I hold all our necessary items. I have some there. When you wake up tomorrow, it should be fine if you take a pill."
He left the room to get them, and I finished my food while he was gone. When he came back, he had a small blue pill in his hands with a glittery shine to it. It looked like it was magical. I swallowed it and fell asleep soon after. The last thing I saw before I drifted off was Dylans face, only an inch from mine, leaning in. He was on top of me.