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Out of Darkness

Chapter 7

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader

Summary: A Snowpiercer tale at the request of an anon that’s turning into a series. The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?

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Curtis returned to his area from washing up, trying to be quiet.

She was fast asleep in his bed, curled up and small. She’d always slept that way. It made him wonder if that was just how she slept. Maybe she just didn’t feel safe.

He didn’t like that thought.

She’d had no more nightmares after the one that had torn her from sleep last night. She’d woken him up muttering in her sleep about Nick, about Wilford. His blood had run cold. Wilford couldn’t hurt her anymore. He was dead. Curtis had searched until he found the bastard’s body, wanting to make sure.

And Nick? Curtis wanted to fucking end him.

It was bad enough that Nick had come creeping up into his area the night before while she’d been under him. Anger had gone to his head. He didn’t want Nick seeing any part of her, didn’t want Nick anywhere around her. When he’d suggested that finding the train car had earned him a “turn with her,” Curtis had barely stayed in control. When he’d invoked Edgar’s name, he’d lost it. Park’s intervention was the only reason Nick was still walking.

The worst part had been the look in her eyes like she thought for just an instant Curtis might grant the other man his wish and give her to him.

Blowing out an exhale, he pulled the bedding up over her shoulder, tucking it around her to keep her warm.

Then yesterday… Curtis hated the way she’d flinched when he’d found her in the cave, telling her that they were going to find the engine car of the train. 

Yona had been the one to pull him away from finding a way into the toppled car, letting him know Nick had her.

Curtis hadn’t been prepared for his own reaction to seeing the stupid little fucker’s hands on her, his mouth on her. Nick had backed her up against the cliff, kept her there while she fought him just as she had the first night when Curtis took her away from him.

Curtis had guided her away from Nick, his fury barely in check. He hadn’t wanted to scare her more than she already was and honestly, he couldn’t trust himself not to fucking choke the life out of the younger man.

How are you any different?

So many feelings he thought he’d lost a long time ago warred within him as he considered how she’d come to be with him.

With every day that passed, he liked the arrangement they had less and less. There were moments like last night when she’d begged him to make her forget and kissed him so sweetly. It was so easy to believe that she might feel something for him in those moments, that there was a chance…

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