TITLE: Raped 6/6
AUTHOR: Anne
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< > Thoughts
Dreams = between ***
Giles got ready to sit behind the steering wheel of his old Citroën when Angelus grabbed him by his arm and pulled him out of the car. He hit his head hard against the door until he collapsed, unconscious. He then threw him into the back seat and started the DS.
He was turning at the corner of the street when Ethan parked his rented vehicle in front of the residence where lived Giles, coming back from the grocer's shop of the district. He had gone to buy some champagne to celebrate the `return" of the old Giles. He had taken Buffy, who was in charge of buying cakes and candies with him.
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In a deserted garage later…
A terrible headache assailed Giles as soon as he regained consciousness making him sick. He fought not to vomit and shivered when he noticed that he was naked and tied by ropes on a workbench in the middle of a deserted garage. He frantically tried to release himself, in vain. He gasped when he perceived Angelus leaning against a pillar, lighting a cigarette.
"Happy to see you again, Rupert. Adult." He said, before having a cold, cruel smile.
Giles was frozen by the dismay.
"Are you-are you going to rape me?" He breathed.
"In fact, I thought of torturing you with the various tools we have here… But if you insist, I'm going to rape you, yes. Then I can torture you Watcher. And finally I shall castrate you."
Giles turned green.
"I saw you making love to Buffy yesterday evening." Angel growled, his eyes blazing of jealousy." He punched Giles in his nose. "Buffy belongs to me, and to nobody else! Especially not to an old man who could be her father!" He chuckled. "When I shall have castrated you, I'll send a delivery boy to carry her your genitals that I'll have placed in a small package. She'll recognize them, I'm sure of it."
He hit Giles in his face until he fainted, then he turned him onto his stomach before tying him again.
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When Giles regained consciousness again, he roared and vomited, feeling the tip of Angelus' penis against his anus.
"Ready Rupie?"
"No, please don't do that."
With a powerful thrust Angelus sank in Giles' loins far with all the length of his hard penis. The Watcher began to cry. Angelus laughed pulling himself out then dived back into the narrow channel, slowly and profoundly. He thrust into his prisoner until his sobs disappeared replaced by moans.
"You like that Rupert, wouldn't you say?" Said Angelus before increasing the speed of his thrusts.
*
Angelus turned Giles on his back and didn't tie him. It was useless. The Englishman was apathetic. His glance was empty. This time he had managed to break him. He smiled proud of himself. He only regretted that it was so easy, so fast.
He took a drill, connected it then turned the lock. He was going to dig several holes in Giles' penis before using one of the sharp crowbars to cut it at its base.
He slapped Giles to bring him out of his catatonic state, but did not succeed.
"The pain is going to wake you, buddy!" The vampire said.
He was bringing the drill to the penis when he received a punch on his head and collapsed. He got up to face Buffy.
"Hello, luv!"
Buffy placed herself between Angelus and Giles to protect him.
"How did you find me Buffy?"
"Giles's DS is not a common car. We tracked it down easily. And Sunnydale is not a big city."
"Hmm. I shouldn't have parked it there."
"I'm going to transform you into a small heap of dust Angelus! " The Slayer told the vampire.
Angelus chuckled. "You can't."
"Oh yes, I can. I hate you Angelus. Angel is dead. I understand it now AND I'm not in love with him anymore. You're a demon Angelus and it's my job to kill demons."
Ethan slipped himself behind Buffy, lifted Giles motionless figure in his arms and went away as quickly as possible. He gave him to Xander and Willow who waited near the Citroen then returned to the garage where Buffy and Angelus were fighting.
Ethan stretched aside his arms, closed his eyes and began chanting a spell of immobilization. When he finished, the vampire was transformed into a "living" statue. He roared with fury and with helplessness. The sorcerer came close to it. His face was a mask of bronze.
"You have made a big mistake torturing Rupert, raping him, hurting me, killing me… "
Buffy gave him a stake. Ethan plunged it in Angelus' heart. The vampire exploded into a cloud of dust.
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Giles' bedroom later…
Buffy shook Giles for the tenth time in five minutes, trying to bring him out of his apathy.
His hands and his face were frozen. Giles had again cut himself off from the outside world so as not to have to suffer and to be afraid.
"Giles, wake up!"
He didn't even blink. Ethan had tried to wake him like the first time, but Giles had not reacted.
"I've got something Buffy!" Ethan said, entering the loft a book of magic in his arms. "Because we can't contact him from the outside, it's necessary to contact him from the inside."
"Duh?"
"He's probably a refuge in a place where he feels safe, a particular recollection, a pleasant memory. With the spell that I found I can send you to join him." "In his head? Oh my!"
"You will tell him to come back to the outside world. You'll tell him that Angelus will never make him suffer again because he's dead. You'll tell him that you love him, and you need him."
"All right."
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Somewhere in Giles' mind…
Buffy looked around her, disorientated. She was in a room where the walls were covered with high panelling. The ceiling was decorated with beams and between was painted geometric motifs. Two big windows lit it. Rich carpets covered the parquet floor here and there. Furniture was massive, austere. The big bed nevertheless long and wide seemed small in the vast room.
A woman of about forty years, brown hair, with green eyes, very beautiful was seated on it. She held Giles in her arms and tenderly stroked his cheek.
< It has to be his mother. > Buffy thought.
She slowly approached the bed, unnoticed by Mrs. Giles who always caressed her son. Ethan had told her that only Giles could see her.
"Giles, it's me, Buffy."
"Get out!" Giles growled, closing his eyes, hugging his mother a little more. She began rocking him.
"Giles, Angelus is dead, Ethan has killed him. You don't have to be afraid to come back with me."
He shook his head. "I'm happy here. I want to stay."
Buffy took his hand. "Giles, I love you. I can't live without you, nor you without me because you love me. We form a whole together: a single body and a single soul."
Giles looked at Buffy, tears in his eyes. "I'm afraid of returning to the real world. I'm so afraid of suffering."
She pulled him to her and then cupped his face. "I know, but that will pass, and then I shall never let anybody hurt you ever again."
Giles rested his head against Buffy's shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and stroked his back.
"You must be very disappointed." Giles murmured, shameful. "I'm your Watcher, I should never be afraid."
She smiled. "Giles, you're the bravest man who exists because the Council gave me to you. Besides you're not a robot, but a man. You have feelings, even if as a good Englishman you hide them. It's completely normal that you're afraid of suffering after what you've lived through. But it will pass, thanks to time and to my love. To our love."
She raised his chin and kissed him. He returned her kiss then tears ran down on his cheeks.
"I love you so much my Buffy."
"I love you too my Giles."
She kissed him again, on his forehead. "It's time to come back."
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Giles' living room later…
Giles blinked then noticed Buffy's presence next to him; they sat in the centre of a magic circle. She held his hands and smiled at him.
"Hello Giles."
Buffy lay down on top of him and giggled. "What am I going to do with a naked, sexy, attractive, magnificent, desirable man, under me?"
Giles reddened, embarrassed seeing the roguish glance of Ethan who sat on the couch.
"Hello, Rupert, Nice vacation?"
"Ethan, out!"
The sorcerer got up. "I believe that I'm going to go drink a good beer to celebrate the end of this horrible story!"
And he left.
END