[M] Mountain Soul PART 4-7 (1/1)

PART 4-7      He could not recognize the guard in the darkness of his room, but he did not need to. The only fact this bastard was here was enough for him to know he was in deep shit. How the hell did this guy entered ? Wasn't his room locked ? Where was the nurse ?Fuck ! He was panicking.He felt the need to move and escape, but he was pinned on the bed by an invisible weight preventing him to do anything but stare at the now grinning guard. His teeth were so white in the darkness. So white and visible. It felt weird.“No...” He breathed lowly when the bastard made a move in his direction, and for too long he felt like a little boy unable to defend himself against the monster coming at him.The guard's hands were big and painful on him. It pushed and pressed him down on the bed, crushing his bones and bruising his skin. He wanted to struggle and get away, but he could not move.Damn drugs.He knew it was a bad idea to take them, but he did not have a choice, and here he was now, trapped in his room with a crazy bastard intending to hurt him.“Stop !” He said huskily, but then there was a hand pressing on his throat and making him gasp for air.      There was so many hands on him. On his body. On his skin. It was sickening. Maddening to the point he felt tears pressing at his eyes. He never cried when Miles was fucking him. He never cried when Heck was torturing him. He never fucking cried and here he was, feeling desperate, powerless and at the verge of tears.He hated it. He hated it so much but the fear and pain were stronger.He could feel the man on him. Could feel his cock inside him. Could feel his fetid breath on his cheek. Could feel his bruising hands all over him and sweaty, sickening body pressing him down on the mattress.He felt like in confinement. Back there. When he was powerless and defenseless. When he was tied and stripped from any kind of control he ever had. When he was tased near to unconsciousness and rendered at the mercy of his assailant.He felt so enraged at the thought right now the only thing holding him was these damn drugs and a simple man on him. What the hell was wrong with him ? Why the hell could he not move ? Why the hell was he letting this happen ?He needed to get out. He needed to get out and get away.Fuck ! What the hell was happening ?“Let me out !” He screamed, his voice so small and terrified, just like a little boy. “Please, help !”His little fist hit the door continuously and grabbed the door handle desperately in an attempt to get away and out, but the strong hand was in his hair and dragging him away. It hurts, it hurts so bad. But not as much as the punch in his small body and fragile ribs. It made him cry out some more and twist in the grip the big, dangerous man had on him.“You think you can defy me ?” Venomously hissed the low voice, and Minwoo could not hold back the tears running down his chubby cheeks.“Please !” He begged in pain and fear, his too little hands grabbing the strong arm having such agonizing grip on his hair.“Shut up !” The man threw him away roughly and made his frail body crash painfully on the too hard floor of the bathroom.The kick following in his stomach cut his respiration net and made him suffocate frighteningly. It did not stop the man beating him mercilessly until he was quiet and still at his feet. Silent tears moistening his reddening cheek where the big hand had slapped him earlier. When he tried to run away. When he tried to get away. To protect himself.“Next time you better be a good boy.”The man was like an imposing shadow above him, but he knew too well the features of this man disciplining him and hurting him all the time ever since he had entered his life. He knew this man and hated him with his all being.Still curled in pain on the floor, he could not help shiver when the man crouched in front of him and grinned like a predator. Minwoo's eyes widened at the face appearing in the light, and screaming in terror, Miles grabbed him full force and dragged him across the concrete floor rubbing his skin raw.“Fuck off !” He growled, trying to push the man away, but he was pinned down and could not move.He heard Miles' salacious chuckle and disgusting breath at his ear, and gritting his teeth in hope to forget about this pounding erection inside him, he never managed to disregard the pain, the sickness and despair of the moment. He was trapped, he was fucking trapped and he could not do anything.“Stop !” He snapped roughly as he jolted awake in bed, sweating and panting.“Calm down !” Said another voice, and freaking out, he struggled and thrashed about against the people grabbing him and trying to pin him down on the bed.“Let me go ! Let me go you fucking...” Gritting his teeth, he felt a vicious pain in his arm being twisted in his back.Now on his stomach with his face pressing in the mattress, the panic went loose and his mind turned blank. All he could hear suddenly was his heavy, loud breathe in his head and the pounding silence in his ears. He was scared, he was trapped and he did not know what to do.The hand passing on his hip sent him off again when everyone was certainly thinking he had calmed down, and in a swift movement, he elbowed whoever holding his arm, heard a cry of pain and jumped off the bed to run straight to the door.But it was locked.“Get the fuck off me !” He shouted when arms wrapped around him strongly, hauled him up and tried to get him back on the bed.Kicking out, he struggled like a madman and successfully head-butted the man keeping him prisoner in his strong arms. With a hiss, his assailant loosened his grip and let him the chance to get free. He underestimated the man though and before he could do much he was span around, pinned down on the floor with a knee jabbing in his lower back.“Fuck !” He gasped, trying to push himself up, but handcuffs suddenly closed around his wrists and sent him in another world of terror.Not again !He did not want it to happen again. He did not want to let it happen again.“Stop ! Get off. Get the fuck off me!”A hand balled on the back of his uniform and pushed between his shoulder blades, “Calm down now !” Said the low, controlled voice. “We won't do anything to you, just calm down.” The voice was holding a strangely appeasing tone, and without really knowing why Minwoo soothed under the man. “That's it. Everything's okay, just calm down.”Breathing in and out slowly but deeply, his mind suddenly cleared and made him realize he had just lost it with the nurses. He was not sure what he felt at such fact, but he knew for sure the rage inside him was real and he could have beat himself up for such extreme and stupid reaction.Why the hell was he feeling so sensitive and freaking confused ? He could only blame the drugs and swore he would kill this therapist next time he would have him in front of him. If not for it, he would not have had such vivid dream. If not for it, he would not have feel like being thrown back in hell. If not for it he would not have lost it and gave more reasons to these bastards to keep him here and try to psych him.Fuck !      Hauled on his feet way too easily for his liking, the nurse holding him had a firm but careful grip around his bicep and wrist. He was strangely glad for that, until he was moved out of his room down a corridor. A corridor he did not know where was going.“Where are we going ?” He managed huskily, and the nurse instinctively tightened his grip on him, even if only slightly.“Confinement.”Fuck ! Fuck, fuck, fuck. No ! Not confinement. He could not go to confinement. He did not want to go to confinement. They could not take him to confinement.“Relax. It's just temporary until you get off the drugs.”“Don't.” He shot back ever so lowly and hoarsely.The nurse did not answer, waited for the third one to open a door they walked through before stopping in front of another white one. As everywhere else, all his surroundings were white, and he hated it.A last door what opened, and looking inside the room, he could only presume it was confinement. It looked nothing like his block's confinement cell. Again, it was freaking white, padded in such way that one could not hurt himself even if he was trying to. There was a bed looking quite comfortable compared to the ones in general pop's confinement cell, and observing the rather wide room, he calmed down slightly.It did not look that bad, and at least, here there was no guard, right ? The sudden interrogation sent a wave of anxiety up to his brain and made him breathe harder.“We can trust you to not hurt yourself or anything ?” Asked the nurse on his left, and thinking about it a second, Minwoo eventually nodded slowly. “Breakfast's in one hour, we'll certainly take you out as soon as the therapist can see you.”He could not help tense up in hatred at the mention of this man, and biting the inside of his cheek, he forced himself to stay calm and not show anything. It would be the best if they were putting him in a straitjacket in fear of what he could do to himself or others. He didn't need to worsen this already unpleasant moment. **       Unfit for the general population. What the fuck was that even supposed to mean ? Who the hell was this guy thinking he was ? How the hell could he keep him with the crazies when it was clear he had nothing to do here. Where the hell was Mun ? He was sure the guy could get him out of here, bu then... would it really be better to go back to his block ?His impulsive side screamed 'yes', but his rational one wasn't sure. He still had this bastard's threat in mind and he didn't want to find out what was awaiting him there.If only this asshole of a therapist would just forget about these damn drugs he wanted to force into him. Wasn't it clear it was doing him no good ?He fucking hated this man and he hated this place and everything coming with.It was only his second night coming, and he was already dreading it. Maybe the medication was different, but he was terrified (even if he didn't want to admit it) about the nightmares he knew would come torture him. He didn't want to have such dreams ever again, but what could he do when he was drugged to the point of being unable to even keep his eyes opened ?He sincerely hated this place and was feeling like killing this therapist pulling such shit on him. **       “Okay Minwoo. So it's been two nights already. I think we need to talk about it.”No, they didn't need to talk about it. Why the hell was this bastard thinking otherwise ? Just because he had freaked (again) and ended up tied on his bed sedated before he could hurt anyone or himself. It was bullshits and he just wanted to get out of this place.“Glaring at me won't get you anywhere.” Said the man with a hidden sigh, and Minwoo hated him even more. “You're aware I can't let you go back to genpop if you keep this up.”Tensing up, he couldn't help think how fucking aware he was of such fact but still couldn't behave differently. When he was resenting someone he couldn't bring himself to even utter a word, so confiding in this guy would be an impossible task for him. Even if he should, just to put to an end this nonsense, he just couldn't. **       He wasn't expecting Eric anymore when the man showed up. As every fucking minutes ever since he was under medication he was annoyed and couldn't help murder with his gaze the counselor. Eric didn't seem fazed and smiled at him.“I had a talk with your therapist.”Awe-fucking-some. It was the last thing Eric should say to appease him, and only hearing about this man was getting on his nerves. He should really try to calm down and get under control this overwhelming hatred he had for his therapist, but he had already tried and always failed so far.“What's going on ?” Asked Eric ever so casually.“Nothing.” He shot back, feeling stupid for behaving like an upset teen, but his emotions were a mess in only a few days in the psych ward and he had no idea how he would get out of this place at this point.He didn't need to screw himself even more then by venting all his frustration and annoyance on his counselor. Who knew what he would do if he was engaging himself on this road.“Minwoo.” Breathed Eric as he sat at the feet of the bed, and Minwoo was glad he put so much distance between them.“What ?” He barked back.He noticed the way the older man hesitated, before he said, “I know about Miles.”Okay, long wait, I know and I'm sorry. /don't kill me/I don't know why I've been so distracted from my ongoing fic(s) recently but I'll try to re-focus on them ^^'I don't really like this chapter, but I fell victim of a lack of inspiration on this part and I need to move on to go back to what we all love /grins/Anyway, I'll try to write more on this story, but I'm writing one-shots for my R&D collection besides it and I easily get distracted ;ppSo please, just bear with me =3 Thank you for supporting and following this story and I hope I'll go back to a more regular schedule (what schedule anyway ? xD I've none for this fic so far). But yeah, you were used to more frequent updates when this fic started and I'll try to make it up to you soon ^^Well, meanwhile you can comment and let me know whatever you want ;pp talking to my readers tend to motivate me, so yeah. Fighting to everyone and me included xD.