[Sam260]

Carter seemed to go slack after a few more thrusts from Hector, his body boneless and pliable. Easily manageable. Carter, on the other hand, was silent as could be, staring blankly up at Hector's face as the man above him continued thrusting in and out of his body. Taking what was rightfully given to him - albeit not by Carter himself.

Carter's arms dropped limply to the bed, and his legs were splayed wide open. His body had entirely shut down, accepting that this was just how it was going to be - Hector would take, and take, but Carter's wants and needs and... pain... would never be taken into consideration. It made him want to cry, scream, slap Hector until he was red and bloodied... But he couldn't move a muscle, wouldn't dare move a muscle until Hector had finished.