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The night the twins Sam and Eric were tied up and forced to join Jacks tribe, Jack didn’t trust them alone and needed one of the other hunters to watch them. Oddly enough the one person most least excepted to offer to watch them raises his hand and offered to, that odd person was for a fact Roger.
So at night we’ll all the other hunters were off doing whatever strange things they do at night, Sam and Eric sit tied up in a corner of a make belief shelter there backs to each other well Roger sits close nearby sharpening a spear his eyes never leaving them.
Roger notices Eric squirming, glancing down at his tied up wrist to see the skin it’s tied on top of is red and inflamed by Eric’s desperate movements to get himself untied. Roger scoffs standing up walking over towards them, “did you seriously burn your wrist trying to untie yourself?” He scoffs, “pathetic.” He says crouching down between them.
“I’ll untie this, under one condition.” Roger says shifting slightly leaving his spear on the ground grabbing both Sam and Eric’s chin and forcing them to look at him. “The condition is you two don’t try and funny business.” He says when they don’t answer and just stare at him almost in a daze he scoffs his eyebrows furrowing, “do you hear me or am I deaf?” The two twins seem to blink out of their daze both of them nodding silently. Roger seeing there compliance looks down and begins to untie the tight vines around there wrist. When he gets to Eric’s inflamed wrist he purposely jerks his hand so the vines tighten causing Eric to wince, “oops” Roger says rolling his eyes before finally uniting his wrist.
Sam rubes his wrist trying to get a sense of feeling back into it, but Eric seemed to have different plans. The second Roger stood up, Eric bolts away sprinting as fast as he could away from Jacks camp, but unfortunately Roger was faster grabbing his spear sprinting after him and swinging the spear across Eric’s head causing him to fall to the ground blood dripping from the side of his head.
He winces curling in a ball as Roger stands over him grabbing his ankle and dragging him across the sand Jack to the make belief shelter tossing him inside, Eric’s back hitting a stone as he gets thrown on the ground in front of Sam a gasp shooting out of him.
“I wouldn’t have to do that if you just stayed in place like a good a house cat.” Roger scoffs his Scottish accent seeming to thicken as he said it. Roger grabs the vines pinning Eric down as he ties the squirming twin back up as Sam watches a simple squeak coming out of him.
After tying Eric up Roger stands kicking him square in the stomach causing Eric to curl up in pain a scream stuck in his throat.
“I wanna show you what happens when you do something I said not to, but not with you….” He says with an eerie grin looking over at Sam, that causes a feeling of unease to shoot through Sam’s veins. Roger slowly approaches Sam that eerie grin still on his face as Sam slowly inch’s away. Roger shoots out grabbing Sam’s wrist and pinning him to the ground as Sam starts thrashing trying to get out of Roger’s grasp.
Roger pins his wrist above his head with one hand his other gripping Sam’s throat to keep his head in place as he laughs getting a sort of sick pleasure out of it. He leans down bitting on Sam’s bottom lip as Sam tries his best to lean out of the grasp but failing miserably as tears well up in eyes.
Eric watch’s with concern as his twin begins to get violated by Roger. Whenever Sam’s bottom lip begins bleeding from Roger, Roger licks up the blood that drips down Sam’s lip to his chin the grin on his face becoming wider. Roger begins to tug at the buttons on Sam’s shirt, which easily I’m button due to how warn out they’ve been. Sam’s shirt falls off one of his shoulders whenever he’s squirming and the second Roger notices the bare shoulder he bites down on it hard, causing Sam to finally start crying in pain as blood drips down his shoulder the bite mark already turning a sickly purple.
Roger doesn’t bother with the bloody bite anymore as he begins to focus at Sam’s baggy shorts, as Sam thrashes trying to kick him off. Roger gives him a grin as he starts to tug the shorts down slowly as ever just so he can take in the terrified look on Sam’s face. “This is what happens when your brother thinks it’s a good idea to not listen.” He says with a cruel smirk on his face before finally yanking down Sam’s shorts and boxers down, leaving him just in his unbuttoned shirt that isn’t doing anything to cover him.
Roger grabs the thrashing Sam’s throat flipping him over on his stomach keeping a tight grip on his throat as he reaches for his freshly sharpened spear. He positions the sharpened spear between Sam’s thrashing legs and shoves it in the anus with zero warning or preparation, causing a piercing high pitched pained scream to come from Sam and pain quickly envelopes his lower body. Eric’s eyes widen in pure terror frozen in shock as he watches Roger brutally violate his thrashing twin brother. Sam starts crying and beginning for Roger to stop but they only causes him to shove the spear up as far as he can till the spear physically won’t move before pulling it out slowly.
By then Sam had already passed out as the spear leaves his rectum and anus covered in blood, as Roger stands up kicking Sam’s limp body square in the stomach before looking Eric dead in the eyes without saying anything walking away nonchalantly leaving Sam in a bloody mess and Eric frozen in shock.