The Longest Night (VegasPete) ✔️Completed

Chapter 17 - Under Water

⚠️(Trigger) Warning: mental issues (memory loss/trauma), child abuse, violence and blood, drugging} Please stop reading if it could harm you in any way!⚠️

[When someone speaks English I'll type the parts bold.]

Hello everyone,

{Little information to comprehend: A dream has not inevitably the same timeline as the presence. A long dream can happen in only a few minutes/seconds and vice versa in my pov. So I'm going to assume that Pete's dream only took one or two minutes.}

Have fun. 😊 Let's go.

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Pete's POV
[Next day]

Half asleep I woke up to someone stroking my bangs out of my forehead. Tenderly. I liked it. There was no need to open my eyes to know who this hand belonged to.

'Vegas' I thought. But strangely I couldn't say his name. It bothered me, but I didn't think much about it. Maybe it was because I was still sleepy. An unusual kind of tiredness lay over my senses and body like a heavy blanket.

However, there was something that bothered me more.

Something was in my mouth. I didn't know what it was, but I couldn't spit it out, not even move it with my tongue. I also felt an uncomfortable pressure on the corners of my mouth. Annoying. I wanted to concentrate on Vegas' touch, but my mouth felt uncomfortable and was distracting me.

My eyelids felt so heavy that I couldn't manage to open them despite all efforts. I would try it again later, but now I needed to pick this annoying thing out of my mouth. I tried to move my hand to my mouth, but something restrained my arm tightly. I tried to use my other arm, but I couldn't move it either.

I whined in frustration. I wanted to ask Vegas to take it out, but even if my mouth had been free, I wasn't sure if I would have been able to form words. My tongue felt so heavy. I felt almost drunk, but not in a good way.

"Shhh... Pete. Everything is okay." Vegas voice was reassuring.

So the eyes after all. I tried again to open them. It took me a moment, but gathering all my willpower, I finally made it. As my vision slowly turned clearer, I saw Vegas smiling down at me tenderly. But the smile didn't reach his eyes, somehow he seemed agitated.

"Hello, Pete." He said gently. Vegas straddled me as he bent down to kiss my forehead and my cheeks one by one.

I wanted to reply, ask if he was okay, but I only could make a muffled sound. I wanted at least touch him, wrapping my arms around him if possible, but there was still something holding me back. I frowned and looked up above my head.

Only now I realized my hands were tied up with leather handcuffs to each side of the bed's iron headboard. My eyes widened and my heart started throbbing in my chest. I tugged at the handcuffs, but to no avail.

My mind was in turmoil and I automatically wondered if I had done anything wrong. Had I made him angry somehow? Was he up to punish me? But I couldn't find any reason for this in my mind.

I looked at Vegas again, searching for help, an explanation at least.

Was this about sex? No. If it would be for sex, he wouldn't look so sad.

Vegas caressed my cheek with a guilty expression on his face. He hesitated like he was searching in himself for what to say. Vegas was unsteady somehow.

I trusted Vegas so much that I allowed him to tear me apart as he wished, because that was my desire as well. I knew he would help me put myself back together afterwards. But now he himself didn't seem to be in complete control of the situation, and that scared me.