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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Rooster_Teeth/Achievement_Hunter/Funhaus_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jack_Pattillo/Geoff_Ramsey, Gavin_Free/Michael_Jones
  Character:
      Jack_Pattillo, Geoff_Ramsey, Gavin_Free, Michael_Jones, Kerry_Shawcross,
      Miles_Luna, Lindsay_Tuggey_Jones, Ryan_Haywood, Ray_Narvaez_Jr., Jeremy
      Dooley, Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Female_Jack, Fake_AH_Crew, Heavy_Angst, Violence, Torture, Kidnapping,
      Graphic_Rape, this_is_what_happens_when_you_are_bored_and_have_no_life,
      after_this, i_will_need_my_soul_cleansed, Protectiveness, Post-Traumatic
      Stress_Disorder_-_PTSD, Anxiety_Attacks, Hallucinations, Flashbacks,
      Psychological_Trauma
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-18 Updated: 2016-08-21 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2932
****** You Are My Salvation ******
by DarkMindVagabond
Summary
     Held against her will, forced to be a living sex toy, Kasey has been
     saved by thugs in leather and criminals in masks. Under their
     protection, she slowly begins to come to terms with her sister's
     death and her own horrible months living in the deep dungeons of the
     man in black. But when her fear and pain are replaced with anger and
     vengeance, the Fake AH Crew realize that they have gained a very
     powerful ally, and one that is only 15 years old.
Notes
     This FanFiction was inspired by sleep deprivation, my own anxiety,
     and a lot of free time on my hands. Each chapter will have the title
     of a Skillet song, as the title of this story is a similar variation
     of the song Salvation. All criticism is welcome, unless your are
     purposely trying to be hurtful, and then you will do the right thing
     and keep your negativity in a cage.
     This story contains graphic depictions of rape, violence, gore, panic
     attacks, PTSD, and many other things that people might find
     disturbing. If you are squeamish, or don't do well with descriptions
     of torture and rape, I advise you to click the back arrow. Otherwise,
     enjoy! ^-^
***** Whispers In The Dark *****
The only light that could be seen was from the small window that was barred up
in the roof. The dust particles were incredibly visible in the sun beams and
snow was pouring in through the roof. The room was freezing cold and was
extremely dark, smelling of sweat, blood, and sex. In the middle of the room
was a body, lifeless, bloody, cold, and malnourished. Blood poured from a
bullet hole in the head and a man dressed in all black stood over the body,
smoking pistol in his hand.
The body belonged to a teenage girl, striking blond hair cut to her chin, and
bruises littered over her bloody ivory skin. Her once blue eyes were iced over
and glassy. From a few feet away, a girl with dark brown hair down to her large
finger bruised breasts and dark chocolate brown eyes was shaking in fear and
tears streaked down her bloody face. Bruises covered her body and there was
semen streaking down her cheek and into her hair.
Her hands shook as she tried to crawl to the dead body but the chain on her
ankle prevented her from reaching her. Sobbing uncontrollably, her hand reached
the body hip of her friend and she lay down in the pool of blood.
“Next time, it will be your head.” The man stomped his foot onto her hand and
she shrieked in pain, looking up at his face and she nodded, fearing for her
life. “Don’t make me come back down here.” With that, he walked out of the dark
basement and the girl crawled away from the body, stained in blood and
shivering with the cold and the fear. The bloody, torn blanket to the side was
her only source of warmth and she had no choice but to hug the blanket close to
her.
How did this happen? The last thing she remembers, she and her sister were
coming home late from her roller derby match and they were snatched off the
streets without warning. They both woke up in the basement, naked and
terrified. Since that day, they were sex slaves and punching bags. Every day,
the man in the black suit would come down stairs and use their bodies.
Sometimes he was alone, sometimes he wasn’t.
They were never allowed to speak. They were only there to receive cum and be
their fuck puppets, as the men would call them. They’ve been here so long that
it’s all they knew anymore. Their regular lives were getting blurry and so
foggy; she was on the verge of forgetting her name.
Her sister’s corpse was so far away from her… She shouldn’t have spoken… Her
sister should have just kept her mouth shut… She paid the ultimate price. The
brunette girl was still trembling and staring at her sister’s corpse.
Time was passing by so slowly when suddenly, she heard loud footsteps from
upstairs. Shouting soon sounded after the footsteps, and then, she heard
gunfire… Machine gun fire. In her fear stricken panic, she did the only thing
she could do.
With her last ounce of strength, she screamed the loudest she possibly could.
Loud, high pitched, and blood curdling, she screamed bloody murder, praying
that someone heard her and that they wouldn’t kill her.
With her small amount of strength, she stood and began pulling on the chain as
hard as she could, which was short, jerky, weak yanks on solid concrete.
The chain wasn’t about to budge and the girl fell to the ground at the sound of
a loud explosion and wood splinters stumbling down the stairs. A body came
flying down the stairs and she only saw black… The man in black!
His body was laced with shrapnel and blood poured from his wounds. He coughed
and wheezed and soon, he silenced.
Footsteps came down the stairs along with shouting. A man stumbled down the
staircase and all she saw was black leather with white stripes, a purple
hoodie, and a blue button up shirt. The faces were obscured behind masks and
her fear began to rise… What if they were worse than the man in black? Were
they here to kill her?
In fear, she leaped up and crawled away, but her chain stopped her, making her
fall to the ground. She began to sob, covering her head and falling into the
fetal position. Her body was exhausted and her throat on fire. She didn’t know
what to do but to sit here and wait for death.
“We got something!” She heard someone shout. “And it’s really fuckin’ bad!”
“What?” Another person ran down the stairs and it was the sound of a woman’s
voice. Very slowly, she turned to see a woman standing next to her, short red
hair, tall, muscular, and in a gray suit. She pulled out a very large pistol
and pointed it down. The girl shrieked in fear and covered her head, shaking
like a leaf. The woman shot but the only thing she heard was metal being
snapped. Very slowly, she lifted her head and turned to see that the chain had
been shot… Her ankle was now weighed down by the loose metal but other than
that, she was completely free.
“Geoff, we found someone. We’re bringing them up,” The woman said into the hand
held device. But her sentence was cut short when the brunette began crawling
across the ground at an animal like pace. The three men jumped back in complete
fear and disgust at the girl’s state and watched her crawl to the dead body on
the ground. She lifted the tiny form into her arms and cried like a child who
just lost their favorite toy.
Shaking back and forth, she pulled the blond hair from the dead girl’s face and
shook as she stared into her lifeless eyes.
Screaming in high fear, she felt a hand on her shoulder and clutched the corpse
to her chest, shivering at the leather gloves on her skin.
“We have to go,” The woman said to her. The girl shook her head, hugging the
dead thing closer. “Please…” The woman pleaded with the girl who looked up at
her soft eyes. The girl stared and very slowly, dropped the body onto the
concrete. She turned her head and saw that the man in blue was holding
something perfect for this… it was a flame thrower. At lightning like speed,
the girl snatched the flame thrower out of his grasp and the three others
raised their guns up at the girl.
She was shaking in absolute terror as she aimed the barrel at them all. At the
very last minute, she turned and lit the corpse on fire. And then the rest of
the room. The blanket caught fire. The remains of clothes caught fire.
Everything began to burn. She threw the gun into the corner and shook in
terror. All her energy was used up and she had nothing left… Almost in slow
motion, her body began falling and her vision went foggy and then black.
This was it. This is how she dies.
***** Awake And Alive *****
Chapter Summary
     Kasey wakes up from her almost death experience and she meets her
     saviors, the Fake AH Crew. But not all goes as expected.
Chapter Notes
     There will be frequent flashbacks to the trauma our main character
     went through. If you are uncomfortable with that, feel free to skip
     the stuff in italics. Other than that, enjoy!
She woke up to screams and beeps all around her. Granted, the screams were
muffled by doors and walls, but they were still loud. Her head pounded as she
looked up at bright white lights. Turning her head to the side slightly, she
saw a heart monitor with blurry vision. Her glasses were long gone now.
Everything was foggy to her.
She was about to move when she felt immense pain everywhere. A whimper escaped
her throat and she began coughing violently. The screaming stopped and the door
opened. A man in a black suit with a white button up shirt underneath the
blazer walked inside and behind him, it was the woman that saved her life. The
girl tried to stop coughing but her efforts were ill attempted. And when the
coughing ceased, she held up her hands that were now covered in blood.
Gulping, the girl tried her voice. “C-Can I… have some water?” The woman
immediately went to the side of the bed, handing her a large glass of water.
She drank it slowly, the water hitting her throat like hot acid. It burned but
it was the most satisfying burn ever.
“What do we know about her?” The man said to the woman who picked up a
clipboard off the counter top to the left of the room.
“Dangerously malnourished, urinary tract infection, lacerations on her chest,
back, stomach, legs, anal tearing, no sign of pregnancy though, I guess that’s
good. Also, broken fingers, blood loss, severe bruises, burns, and head trauma.
She’s lucky to be alive, Geoff.” The woman read the whole chart without
flinching but the man could only stare as the girl’s hands began to tremble as
the glass fell from her hands and shattered to the floor.
Out of complete fear, she raised her hands to her face and hid in total terror.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to,” She trembled, trying to remove herself from the
hospital bed and clean up the mess. The woman, however, was faster and held her
in bed.
“Hey, calm down! I’ll clean it up, sweetheart… Don’t move-- you’ll tear your
stitches.” She advised, kneeling down and picking up the broken glass slowly.
The girl’s hands suddenly went to her legs and she saw several gauze bandages,
covering large stitching on her thighs.
“Where am I?” She said, turning to the man next to her.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe here.” He promised. She nodded a few times and hugged
her shoulders. “What’s your name?”
She almost didn’t catch his question. She looked over at him with a dazed
expression. “Huh?”
“Your name? You remember it, don’t you?” The woman said, sitting down next to
the man. The girl’s face turned ghostly white and she stared down at her feet
for a few minutes before speaking up.
“Um…” The woman and man shared a look of concern. “Kasey… My name is Kasey.”
Her hands shook as she looked down at them, covered in white bandages.
“Kasey,” The woman started, making the girl look up. “Are you okay with some
extra people?” Kasey bit on her lip a little before she nodded. The woman
turned the handle and stepped out of the room. The man had his hands cupped
together, putting them underneath his mustache, looking extremely puzzled, or
concerned.
“Who are you people?” Kasey said, coughing slightly.
“We’re the feared gang of Los Santos. We’re the Fake AH Crew.” Kasey’s eyes
went wide and she recognized the name almost instantly. They ruled over Los
Santos with an iron fist, criminals in masks, crazed killers in suits, horrid
robbers in regal wear! Why did they save her? They very well could have left
her to rot in that basement.
The leader of the gang… what was his name…. Ugh… wait, that’s it! “You’re Geoff
Ramsey.”
Geoff stood from his seat and bowed very ungraciously. Kasey laughed softly and
ended up coughing.
“I guess I can say that I’m very… Very honored, Mister Ramsey.” Kasey bowed her
head and Geoff just smiled at her under his thick mustache.
“I don’t want you to fear anyone. As long as you’re here, nothing will ever
happen to you. I promise.” He reached for her hand and Kasey smiled, on the
verge of tears. Geoff let her hand go, out of fear that he might have hurt her,
due to her tearing up.
Kasey choked on her tears and wiped them away. “I’m sorry… It’s just… I didn’t
think I would ever be safe again…” And then, she broke down crying.
“How long were you in there, Kasey?”
She went through her brain… It was early winter now; the snow was still fresh
on the ground. She was taken in… late spring…? It’s been almost a whole year.
“Almost a year…. Wait, what’s today?”
“It’s… December 3rd.” Geoff responded, looking at his phone when he said that.
Kasey laughed, staring at the ceiling. “I’m 15 now… I spent my birthday in the
basement of that monster.” Her mind raced back to the basement and she closed
her eyes, tears streaking down her cheeks. “My sister didn’t have a chance...”
Suddenly, the door opened and five very happy men ran inside. The one with
spiky blond hair was at her side first, grinning. “Look at ‘er! She’s so cute!”
“Yeah, without all the dirt and fuckin’ blood.” The one with glasses and curly
red hair mocked, but still smiling. The one with the purple hoodie was staying
quiet but it was obvious that he was happy she was alright. And the other one,
the man with the skull like face paint, it was hard to tell what he was
thinking. He must have been the one in the mask.
“Guys, this is Kasey.” Geoff said. Kasey waved and said the quietest ‘hi’ that
has even been produced. Her voice squeaked in the process and she blushed.
“She’s gonna be with us for a while so I expect for everyoneto be nice, and
helpful! If she wants something, I don’t care if you’re in the middle of taking
a shit, you get down here and you help her.” Geoff shoved his finger in their
faces and Kasey blushed harder. She tried to flex her fingers but she groaned
in pain instead.
“Until she’s better, she’s priority number one. We’re all taking care of her.”
Geoff then left the room like an angry animal and Kasey looked up at the red
head.
“Was it something I did?” She muttered. He shook his head.
“Don’t worry about that asshole. We’ll take good care of ya,” That sentence… Oh
god.
Kasey’s mind went racing back to those dark, horrid nights in the basement… All
of those men… and her sister…
Kasey closed her eyes and she was back down there. A man standing over top of
her, grabbing at her hair and holding her to the wall, his extremely large
erection poking her in the waist. She gulped in terror and the man breathed
down her neck, gripping her by the waist and lifting her tiny body off the
ground.
“Don’t worry, darlin’,” He whispered as the grunts and moans of his
counterparts could be heard through the room. Kasey looked down at her sister
as another man’s dick was forced down her throat and another man was behind
her, forcing himself down the tightness of her ass. Her eyes were full of tears
and she tried desperately not to choke, not to enrage them further, a sign of
her defiance clear on her face already, the flesh just under her eye beginning
to discolor and turn an ugly shade of green and purple.
“We’ll take good care of ya,” And with a firm, angry thrust, the man shoved his
dick deep inside of her vagina, making her squeak in utter pain and freeze in
total terror.
Kasey opened her eyes and began to shake and scream.
“Wh-What’s wrong with ‘er?” The blond said, grabbing her hand to try and calm
her down.
To say she reacted horribly was an understatement. She nearly leaped out of her
skin and from the medical bed, falling to the ground in utter terror. Her rear
came in contact with the floor and with the severe tearing to her anal cavity,
it hurt like hell.
Kasey made no noise when the pain came. She was as silent as the grave as she
felt someone grab her by placing their hands under the back of her knees and
holding her shoulders like a mother cradling her child. Kasey looked up to see,
in fact, the woman.
“Everyone, out,” She said. The boys exchanged looks before she shouted this
time. “OUT!”
They all scrambled for the door and the woman carefully laid the girl back on
the bed and brushed her hair out of her face. “Maybe you can meet them later.
I’m sorry,” She said. Kasey was still shaking but she nodded, the woman being
the only one she felt genuinely comfortable around. In a way, she reminded
Kasey of another wonderful woman that used to be in her life. Not her mother,
the total bitch. But her aunt on her father’s side. She was blond, tall,
beautiful, and so very nice. They used to spend hours riding around on her
motorcycle and it was so much fun when she was a child.
When it came to her father’s family, she loved them all… Wait, her father! Oh
no, what is she going to do?!
Kasey’s brain was beginning to throb the more she panicked and the woman began
to shush her quietly. “Hey, it’s okay, honey… You’re safe here. I promise. No
one will hurt you.” She promised. Kasey wiped her tears with her palm, avoiding
her broken fingers, and smiled up at her.
“My name’s Jack. I want you to come to me if you need anything at all. I left
this here so if you need anything, just buzz, okay, sweetheart?” Kasey nodded
and Jack waved before walking out and closing the door behind her. Kasey looked
at the device she mentioned and saw that it was a remote, labeled with several
names.
Geoff – The Boss
Jack- The Pilot
Ryan- The Vagabond
Michael- The Wild Card
Gavin- The Brit
Ray- The Sniper
The Fake AH Crew.
Kasey stared at the remote and then contemplated a large thing weighing on her
mind. “Who do I buzz if I’m hungry?”
 
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