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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Wuthering_Heights_-_All_Media_Types, Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Brontë
  Relationship:
      Hindley_Earnshaw/Frances_Earnshaw, Catherine/Heathcliff_(Wuthering
      Heights), Hindley_Earnshaw/Heathcliff, Implied_Mr_Earnshaw/Heathcliff,
      Heathcliff/Isabella_Linton
  Character:
      Hindley_Earnshaw, Heathcliff, Catherine_Earnshaw_(mentioned), Nelly_
      (mentioned), Joseph_(mentioned), Frances_Earnshaw_(mentioned), The
      Lintons_(mentioned), Hareton_Earnshaw_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Non-Graphic_Rape/Non-Con, Past_Rape/Non-con, Violence, Sexual_Assault,
      Sexual_Violence, Attempt_at_writing_in_period, Mentioned_religious
      teachings, Crying, past-future, Character_Study, Heavy_Angst, Possessive
      Behavior, Hatred, Self-Hatred, Forced_Orgasm
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-18 Words: 4772
****** Destruction ******
by AxleaBee
Summary
     "No! Should he offer to leave me, he's a dead man" One shall die
     before the year is out and I do not planning on quitting this world
     any time soon.
Notes
     I read the book at A-Level and had this idea. It's not a very
     pleasant fic, so if you don't like reading explicit rape or
     depictions of sexual violence, turn back.
     My apologies if it seems OOC!
     Let me know what you think!
     B x
"Heathcliff! Come here at once!" I skulked to the doorway of the parlour, my
humour had been quite sour since my darling Cathy's continued stay at those
contemptible Linton's, "Heathcliff!" Hindley shrieked, I endeavoured to answer
as Joseph entered the kitchen behind me, fastening the bolt and shrugging his
over coat off whilst he mumbled religious preachings under his breath.
"Yes?" I asked colourlessly, the devil had already chastised me thrice for
having a saucy tone
"Come, come this instant" he snapped, I scowled but stepped into the room until
I stood in front of him, the range warming my body delightfully as I asked
again
"Yes?" Hindley glared, evidently my tone was insolent again as he hissed
"You will address me correctly dog, I am your master!" my lips turned up in a
sneer as I replied
"Yes…master" the last word let my mouth in a hiss, it tasted sour in my mouth
as Hindley sat smugly back into the cushions of his high-backed chair,
ridiculously pleased with himself
"That's right" he gloated "I am your master"
"Ehmm" I raised my eyes from the glowing embers of the fire as Hindley cleared
his throat loudly "Go, fasten the parlour door then make your way to my
bedchamber and stoke the fire" he ordered, false gained authority ringing, hand
swilling the glass of brandy it held. I glared at him for a moment, wishing to
say how these jobs were beneath me and he could ruddy well stoke the fire
himself; however Hindley watched me with a nasty smirk playing on his lips,
evidently he expected me to say something. I snapped my jaw shut and walked to
the door, sliding the bolt home unintentionally sealing myself in with that
wretch, I turned the key before slowly making my exit to, what was my kind Mr
Earnshaw's, now Hindley's bedchamber. Frances, his wife, was no longer at the
Heights; she was gone to Newport, earlier this very day to visit and assist her
family. Her sister was due to give birth to a Lord's bastard any day soon, and
her mother had fallen ill. I almost wish she does not return, silly simpering
fool that she is. It had come as quite a surprise to her husband when she
announced she wanted to travel alone; Hindley had forbidden it and insisted
Nelly go with her.
I was roused from my musings at the light of an already roaring fire in the
grate of Hindley's chamber, I frowned and turned to leave as he stepped in and
closed the door, turning the key and removing it from the lock. As if I was
truly a beast I felt my hackles rise as Hindley approached, a revolting smirk
on his face. A hand flew out and grasped my wrist "You'll be staying here
whilst Frances is away, I've grown accustomed to having a body next to mine" he
hissed pulling me towards him, our bodies were almost touching as we glared at
one another, eyes filled with dislike and a smugness challenged ones filled
with hatred and disobedience, neither was willing to back down; the dead shall
walk before I allow myself to lose to the likes of Hindley Earnshaw! He sneered
but looked away first, releasing my wrist "Clean yourself, I do not wish to
have the filth that usually accompanies you on my bedclothes" he sniffed, a
scowl twisted my mouth but I did as asked, thinking it would be nice for once
to wash in warm water and with a soft cloth to dry off with afterward. I turned
away from the basin once completed to find Hindley watching me dressed in his
underclothes as he stood by his bed "Hurry wretch, that fire is dying and it is
cold" he snapped once he noticed I had finished, I smirked and walked toward
him leisurely, knowing it would infuriate him further, a thought that warmed me
considerably, my teeth bared in a grin that I could barely suppress.
A snarl left my lips and mirth fled as Hindley's hand enclosed around my wrist
once more and once more he dragged me to him, free hand tugging at my clothes.
I panicked and struggled furiously until a blow to the side of the head dazed
me and I became temporarily limp in Hindley's grasp. However it was long enough
for the fiend to whip my remaining clothes away, he paused meanwhile I had
recovered my senses enough to wrench myself free of Hindley's grasp and stared
at him defiance in my eyes, the dwindling heat from the fire was warming my
backside "Put this on" he said finally turning away after throwing a bundle of
cloth at me. I caught it perplexed and shook the garment out. It was a longish
white, large nightshirt, I glowered at Hindley as my head emerged from the neck
of the shirt and I saw him stow my clothes away in an unseen corner "On the
bed" a short order delivered coldly. Not that I had grown to expect anything
else. Hindley approached the bed again and with a groan when he realized I was
yet to move, took my arm and flung me bodily onto the mattress, I immediately
scrambled to sit up and curl my arms around my knees, ensuring the nightshirt
covered everything it needed to. Hindley sighed and climbed under the feather
duvet "Get in Heathcliff" he said softly, a far gentler tone than I have ever
received from him before; I shook my head, feeling if I obeyed, I would be
putting myself at harm, walking into the lion's den so to speak.
"I'm quite alright Hindley, I would rather not get under the blankets, I shall
be far too warm" The false master remained silent and unmoving until the
chattering of my teeth as the fire went out became too audible for me to hide
he repeated his order "Get in Heathcliff" I shook my head again face stony, he
growled quietly and tugged the quilt out from underneath my body and threw it
over my knees. I remained stock-still Hindley sighed and reached out, wrapping
biting cold fingers around my ankle to tug the connecting leg free of my
clutch, I yelped in surprise as I landed flat on my back and his arms jumped to
encase my body, hot breath cascading over my neck and shoulders "Now" said he,
closing his eyes firmly and murmuring good-night. I scowled and tried to squirm
away, I heard him growl softly and his arms tightened, a hand slid round to
grasp my wrist again, his fingers tightened considerably, grinding the bones
together roughly I winced and bit my lip desperately, trying not to allow any
sound out "Stop it gipsy" he hissed, giving my wrist another painful squeeze,
finally tearing a contained whimper from my lips, he released me almost
immediately then wrapped the arm around my waist. I remained still, not moving
again, although I loathe him with every fibre of my being, my wrist was
throbbing uncomfortably and felt as though it may no longer work. Deciding not
to argue to-night, I closed my mouth firmly and settled down, the feeling of a
soft mattress and warm fluffy blanket over my body was lulling me to sleep; my
mouth stretched in a yawn that did not seem to end as my eyes slid shut.
A loud bang awoke me, I jerked up and blinked in confusion, not remembering the
previous night at first; and then it all slowly came back to me. I sat up
quickly; my head began spinning as I swung my legs out of the beddings and
walked dizzily to the chair lurking by the fire, I sank into it before leaping
up in surprise as I had sat on Hindley's knee, he stirred from his reverie and
a smile stretched across his lips I stared unnerved, at the expression as he
reached out and pulled me back onto his lap. I did not move for shock as he
swept my hair to the side and pressed a soft kiss behind my ear, I looked at
him, revulsion rising in my veins as I pulled myself free of his grasp "We've a
letter from Cathy" he murmured holding the parchment out, I took it eagerly and
scanned the page before settling to read through it properly even as
disappointment washed through me. She says nothing of when she intends to be
home and if she spends much longer at the Linton's, I fear I may lose her
forever, I handed the parchment back to Hindley he was watching me curiously "I
am going to visit her on the morrow, I suppose you would like to come along?"
the offer was made dryly and I was under no suspicion that he rather I did not
go, I shook my head
"No" Hindley looked surprised by my answer but he nodded slowly
"Why not write her a letter? You may be able to convince her to come home
whereas I cannot" said he, eyes still following my every move, I considered the
proposal as I located my clothes and dressed for the day but as I headed for
the door I gave him a curt nod, a smile that was closer to a smirk stretched
his mouth as he returned it before returning his eyes elsewhere.
The following night I was called into the parlour once more and given the same
orders from the night before, when I reached the room, again there was already
a fire in the grate; Hindley entered and repeated the process of the previous
night. This happened twice more over the week, on the following nights. However
the eve of Frances' return was different as Hindley placed his arms around me
like was customary but slid his hands lower and pressed his body closer than it
had ever been to my own, I pulled away; highly uncomfortable with this turn of
events. He sighed and murmured "Be still Heathcliff" his hand caressed my side
and lay to rest at my hip
"Let go Hindley" I said quietly, moving further; his fingers tightened on my
hip in a warning, I, of course, ignored it. Upon my refusal to stop moving
Hindley seized my wrist, a trick he hadn't used since the first night, the
bruising had only just began to fade, I winced but refused to let any sound
out, I struggled angrily causing Hindley to growl
"Stop it gipsy!"
"Release me! These nights have been immoral and sinful; take your hands off of
me immediately!" I snarled back still struggling, fury burning in my eyes as my
captured wrist began throbbing once more.
Teeth bared in an evil mockery of a smile as he pressed me flat against the
mattress and climbed on top of my hips "Get off me Satan!" I gasped; his hand
flew backwards and forward to strike my face
"Silence witch! I am your master, you shall do as I tell you!" he snapped,
catching my hands as they curved into fists and struck Hindley in a blind rage
and panic. He let go briefly to tear two strips out of the under-blanket, he
snatched my hands out of the air and began to twist the longer strip of cloth
around the both of them, his lips stretched into an unnerving grin as he
tightened the cloth viciously until it bit uncomfortably into my skin. I
snarled and spat at the tyrant, he put a hand to where the saliva had landed
with an incredulous expression, fingers touched the wetness on his cheek and I
glared at him defiantly, fully prepared to do so again. "Why you little
animal!" he roared, fingers enclosing around my throat whilst the other hand
struck the side of my face once more; he released my neck as I choked and
ceased struggling, becoming weak and dizzy with the lack of air, mouth falling
open to gasp desperately. Hindley took full advantage of my momentary weakness
as he thrust a ball of material inside before binding the second strip over my
lips, reducing my howls of anger and cries of panic to a muffled mess of
undistinguishable noises.
He smirked at me before saying harshly "Do you know why I insisted you stay
with me these few nights gipsy?" I shook my head, although my heart and head
were screaming at me to free myself and run, it was also telling me that I had
to play along with this twisted game until Hindley revealed a weakness, he
observed me coolly for a moment before he climbed off my hips and forced my
legs apart to settle between them "Because the thought of this pucker here" at
this his cold fingers slid between my buttocks and pressed the tip of his index
against a part of me I wished no one to touch. Ever. My eyes widened in shock
and fury to the point where it hurt, I yelled behind my gag and pulled at my
bonds desperately, the devil had hold of my knees; I could not kick. He watched
me thrash on the bed for several moments before growing weary of my antics and
pushed his finger inside. I froze, eyes bulging voice choking behind my gag,
Hindley was regarding me with a curious mix of distaste and a foreign emotion I
could not quite place, it made his eyes glow, his lips to dry and teeth to bear
as his hands trembled to match the tempo of his breathing. I could feel a hard
warm object resting against my thigh "Have you quite finished?" Hindley hissed;
one of his hands still balanced on my knee. I did not move for fear he'd push
deeper than just the tip "Good dog" he sneered "This right here" he wiggled his
finger, I groaned in disgust "Has been haunting my every waking moment, my
every sleeping dream and I will think of it no longer! Although the mere
thought of doing this most intimate act with you disgusts me, I shall not allow
Frances to pushed from her rightful place in my thoughts and dreams that you,
you bewitching devil, have so recently stolen" he finished his speech in a hiss
and his finger sunk down to the knuckle. I attempted to squirm away only to
result in it sinking deeper, a tortured moan escaped before I could stop it.
Hindley believing foolishly that I was enjoying this assault due to the
vocalisations I was making; withdrew his finger so just the tip rested inside
once more then pushed it back in to the knuckle again. I closed my eyes in
disgust and turned my face to the side, wanting to block out, wanting to forget
what was happening to my body beyond my control. This continued for what seemed
like an age, most likely it was only a few moments. I felt him fully retreat
and breathed a sigh of relief, however it became apparent that I had relaxed
too soon as those hands returned coated in a slippery substance, I was breached
yet again but it had been joined by one of its brothers, my body was strung
like a bow and tried to reject the intrusion painfully. Hindley continued with
thrusting, stretching motions oblivious to my agony, then suddenly his fingers
touched something that sent bursts of white hot spiking pleasure racing over my
spine forcing it to arc, allowing Hindley deeper into my body, my eyes flew
open and found his face, that strange emotion was stronger now but it was
tinged with a smugness that was most certainly not becoming of him as his
fingers began gently rubbing that something.
My sex swelled as blood rushed southward and began to stiffen, I flushed with
shame as Hindley placed his fist around it and began to fondle the heated
flesh, and my face grew hotter as a gasp slid into the cloth. The man grinned
and pressed harder into my body, I moaned muffledly, unable to stop it, keeping
his hands busy whilst he moved further up the bed, releasing my sex he cupped
my chin and turned my face toward his, tugging the gag down and removing the
material. I stared at him, wondering what he could possibly do now; he closed
his and was quick to lay his mouth over mine whilst stroking the thing inside
me firmly, another groan burst forth between our mouths and Hindley slid his
tongue in smoothly, I squirmed, tempted to bite, not enjoying the feel of it
mapping out my mouth rapidly, his hand moved and gripped my jaw roughly,
preventing any movement. At the same time that his lips were attempting to
distract me and succeeding with his unwelcome arrival, his fingers had slipped
free of my body and were about to be replaced with something much broader,
blunter; more complete.
His hand splayed on the mattress and hips rocked forward gently pushing my body
wider than I thought it could go, it hurts, and I feel fuller, to the point of
nausea, than I ever have before. Once the initial breach had ended the slide
seemed to drag uncomfortably as his mouth separated from mine, taking care to
replace the gag fully. A disturbing and ironic gesture as his fingers were
stroking down my cheek softly, his mouth babbling nonsensical compliments until
his hips pressed against my buttocks and his forehead leant against my own.
Sticky with sweat as he panted, low gasping breaths seeping damply through the
cloth stretched across my lips; his limbs were trembling desperately "Oh, oh
Heath…Heathcliff you feel wonderful" he murmured, hips moved experimentally and
he growled leaning down to bestow kisses over my face, trailing a line along
the edge of the cloth, over my cheeks and tip of my nose. I turned my head
disgustedly; he was violating me in more ways than one and attempting to be
kind! Trickery, that is the only word for it as he drew back and slammed
forward into me as hard as he could muster in retaliation, I groaned in pain
and was alarmed to find my eyes fill with unshed tears. I shall not, shall
never cry in front of Hindley. My eyes fill as I record this. I try to blink
them away furiously then and now. Crying is for fools and cannot solve anything
nor numb the pain and certainly cannot rid me of the shame, the degradation I
feel.
His thumb strokes my jaw softly, unfortunately the wretch has seen my wetted
eyes "Just relax Heathcliff, you feel so wonderful to me. This shall work in
your favour shall it not? Since you have been kind enough to consent to this
good turn I shall not break your neck when you next infuriate me" I close my
eyes, a few fat tears escaping and rolling down my face, he coos ridiculously
and catches them on his fingers "Shush, shh sweet Heathcliff, you shall be
quite alright, I have prepared you, no? You shall not bleed nor be physically
unable to do anything; I have shown you care yes? Consider this your payment
for stealing away my father's affection, foolish man that he was, he was just
as susceptible to your handsome face as I am, the only difference being I have
the strength and the will to act upon these, these urges" all the whilst his
hips are still moving, a far gentler rhythm than with which he began but still
unwelcome, still unwanted and un-consented for. His lips press a kiss to my
neck lightly before grazing the spot with his teeth "Why do you still turn from
me Heathcliff? Why do you shrink away from my touch?" I offered neither muffled
answer nor a consolation for my actions. He knew I hated his touch, his
presence, him in a whole and yet he asks stupid questions of attaining my
affections "Why do you focus only on Cathy, my idiotic younger? She cannot give
you what I can Heathcliff, make a deal with me to not fight me, to let this
union take place regularly and no more shall you work in the fields, no more
shall you be treated less than a servant, you shall become what you believe you
were once before and more. Stay with me Heathcliff, stay and behave how I ask
and you shall be rewarded grandly"
My head shakes and I keep my face turned away, an upset sounding sigh leaves
Hindley's mouth and he frowned "Why? Why must you argue with me? even as we
grow closer than we ever have been before" his words are contained in a growl
and his lower body picks up pace and strength, forcing me to fully acknowledge
how I am not fully in control of the situation, the ache in my behind is
growing stronger, my wrist is still throbbing uncomfortably. The cloth binding
them together rubbing skin away roughly so the edges are beginning to become
stained red with blood; I focus on the slow spread of the colorant and am
jolted out of my hateful thoughts as a warm hand encircles my sex once more,
pumping it into stiffness, I struggle, I don't want his hands on me any more
than necessary for him to complete this sin and leave me so I can slip back to
my chilly chamber and free my emotions without shame of being seen. Hindley
stiffens above me suddenly before his head drops down and I wildly hope that
somehow he has been shot and someone has come to my rescue, perhaps Catherine?
My love having finally done with the insipid Lintons. Maybe Nelly? Returned
early from her trip and disgusted to see her master use me in such a way. But
he is panting against my neck, making the nightshirt I am wearing hot and damp,
sticky with cold sweat and excitement, he jerks inside of me and a warm gush of
liquid fills my rear. I am not stupid; I understand what has just happened. I
hope foolishly that this may mean he has finished with me and I may be
permitted to leave once unbound although whether I sneak back and stab him in
the night is yet to be decided.
He removes himself but replaces his fingers, I groan, tears of frustration
welling in my heart, why can't he leave? I jerk violently with surprise as a
warm cavern engulfs me, swallowing thickly around me, although I try to ignore
it, it feels incredible. His lips create suction and he starts to move his
head, his fingers seem to slip around in my abused body until they press
against the special something from before. I am young and inexperienced and
therefore fail to last as long as I would have liked had it been anyone other
than Hindley and of the correct gender. He smacks his lips when he releases me
completely, withdrawing mouth and fingers, his lips are smug and he takes care
to replace the shirt over my lower body once more situating himself next to me
I glance at him, surely… surely he cannot wish me to stay here after what I
have suffered at his hands? "Make that deal with me Heathcliff" he murmurs
gently, stroking away my sticky hair, I shake my head stubbornly, pulling away
from him, he snarls apparently he likes affection after abuse and drags me
across the bed, hand striking my face "Behave gipsy!" he snaps angrily, I glare
and he grabs my jaw roughly I wince, pulling at my bonds his hand slides up my
shirt my body freezes momentarily before his fingers find those sensitive nubs
on my chest and twists one of them. It was never a sensation I had experienced
before and I am ashamed to say that tears of pain, anger, frustration and my
longing for freedom over spilled, just as the whimper had frozen Hindley on the
first night, my tears seemed to revive the gentleness as he held me to his
chest "Oh sweet, sweet Heathcliff do not cry so! Surely you are not hurting too
badly? Surely the pleasure you felt extinguished any pain? Shh Heathcliff, shh.
My poor sweet boy, you shall be well looked after, Cathy returns in the few
days ahead and I shall not harm you, there is no need for tears. Shh my
Heathcliff, shh I shall always look after you"
Shamefully his words increased my despair and my cheeks only grew wetter and I
pleaded through the gag to be freed, I could not… even Cathy could not keep me
here now, I must be free of this oppressive place and yet I have returned.
I hear his footsteps creak along the corridor and the handle of the door turns
experimentally, checking the lock, I had ensured it was bolted securely, the
key was strangely missing.
Cathy's welcome had been everything I had wanted. But Hindley's had been
strange, he had questioned me extensively then invited me to play cards with
him. Throughout the game his leg kept brushing mine and at one point a bony
hand had found its way to my knee, for fear of causing a scene I did not cast
it away immediately (it has only been here that I have noticed effects of
'civilized' community taking its toll on my behaviour, had I still been the
headstrong child I was when I left this would have never plagued me) merely
waited a few moments and pushed it off rather gently, if I had been too rough I
would have tipped the table and been thrown out of the house I have become
determined to own and rid of its dark shadows that its current master has
blackened it with. His friends left cordially, all in a jovial mood, I had
played dreadfully, cards had never been my strong suit and Hindley's
uncomfortable closeness had most certainly disrupted my concentration, I
broached the subject of lodging and his eyes lit up, accepting the proposal
instantly. I laid in bed, mind spinning with awful memories, some wonderful
evenings spent with my lost Cathy and others of the devil Hindley, it compelled
me to complete this as I feel if I do not write this and torch the pages after
I shall lose the degree of sensibility I have left. He crept into my chamber,
fastened the door and climbed onto the bed, an odd contraption in his hand, a
pistol with a large carving knife attached to the top he threatens to use it if
I do not cooperate, not only on myself but on his boy as well, I have only
known the child once but I feel somewhat concerned for him, Hindley was a
tyrant to his own sister and cared nothing for his wife, his head turned by a
child. Me. I shall attempt to care for the boy, Hindley does not have long for
this world any fool can see that. I lay quiet and un-struggling as he bound my
hands and mouth, proceeding to use me once more for his own sick pleasure. Ever
since I have kept the door firmly locked whilst acting out my schemes of
revenge, Isabella Linton, I despised her as a boy and I despise her now but it
was a way of hurting Edgar who stole my Cathy away from me so I stole her. She
has become my wife, Hindley told her something earlier as I stood outside,
bellowing for her to give me entrance, his words spurred my rage and I finally
reacted the way I should have and dashed his accursed head against the cobbles,
however I fear it has not been enough to send him to hell where he belongs but
his words still ring in my ear and I fear they shall forever.
Isabella asks why he simply does not leave me or vice versa his answer was not
concerned for his son who laments his existence but rather concern that reveals
more of possessive greed than a vain attempt to gain my affections once more.
"No! Should he offer to leave me, he's a dead man" those words shamefully
struck fear into my heart and made Hindley's behaviour very clear to me, I have
decided it is either him or me. One shall die before the year is out and I do
not planning on quitting this world any time soon.
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