Treason

Treason

I do not own Isaac, Micah, or Malachi they belong to Children of the Corn. This does not have a plot it's just kind of based on a dream that I had. Non-con content.


"Malachi please," a buxom girl pulled on his arm as he held the knife above Isaac in a threatening manner.
"Eve," Isaac shifted his gaze from the redhead to the emerald green eyes of the girl, "get out of here before you get killed too."
In answer Malachi elbowed her with force so that she landed in the dirt. By now all the "children" had gathered around with curiosity.
"They are tired of your talk, Isaac, I have shown them what I can do, cut the woman down, put Isaac in her place."
Surprisingly they obeyed Malachi as Isaac started screaming at them for going against He-who-walks-behind-the-rows.
"No please, he's the only one that can communicate with He-who-walks-behind-the-rows." Eve got up and tried to get at Isaac but she was only thrown aside.
Clearly seeing that they weren't going to listen to her she ran from the clearing. Once out of the field she turned to look if they were coming after her as well to share her lover's fate.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?"
A familiar shady voice asked as someone took hold of her shoulders stopping her.
She met with big dark eyes.
"Micah," she said with panic, "they've went against Isaac, Malachi turned on him now they've got him on one of the crosses."
"Malachi?" his eyes narrowed.
Eve nodded as she bit her bottom lip.
"Go home Eve, I'll try to set things straight." He looked at the field behind her.

"EVE!" Malachi's voice boomed throughout the house, "I know you're here, where are you?"
Gripping the butcher's knife tightly he swung the door to her room open, on her bed was a suitcase half packed with her clothes. He picked up a pair of black undergarments and gazed around the seemingly empty room, a sadistic smile playing on the corners of his mouth.
"Eve, I know you're in here," he put the clothing back in the suitcase.
He made his way over to the closet and jerked it open. Eve cried out in alarm as he took her by the wrist and wretched her out.
"Planning to leave?" he threw her to the floor.
He then closed the door and locked it. Eve stood up and climbed over the bed knowing full well that it was futile. Her heart stopped as his knife embedded into the wall inches from her head. While she was in shock he seized the opportunity and was front of her in seconds. His hands went on either side of her head, taking the hilt of her knife with his left. His cold blue eyes scanned over her voluptuous breasts and then down her tiny waist. She just barely turned 17 just like himself. She had been Isaac's whore ever since he became He-who-walks-behind-the-rows right hand man. But now Isaac was no longer in charge and Eve was now cowering against the wall knowing what was coming and he wasn't going to disappoint her.
He took the knife from the wall and held it under her chin. She looked up at him, a tear glided down her cheek as she started to tremble. Her fear turned him on as he cut away her white blouse with a brusque swipe. A white lace bra covered her full round breasts tantalizing him of thoughts of what lay ahead. He pressed against her breathing in the smell of her hair. Reaching around her waist he pulled her hips foreword so she would come in contact with his erection. Her knees buckled and she fell.
"Get up," he growled.
In rely to his order she started sobbing. Angered he grabbed a fistful of her dark curly hair and pulled her up then flung her to the bed. Her slender legs still had smudges of dirt from when he had pushed her in the cornfield. Flipping her onto her back he took hold of her wrists as his other pushed her skirt up revealing white panties. He cut away the only barrier that stood in his way. By now she started to writhe and struggle pleading with him not to do it. But it was too late for once he got going he lost control. Unleashing his manhood he pushed it into her with such force she cried out bloody murder as she got one of her hands loose and clawed at his face.
"Stop it," she sobbed.
He drew back his hand and struck her across the cheek then once again got hold of both of her wriand and continued his thrusts. All the while ignoring her cries to stop. Once he was done he placed his mouth on hers in a mocking kiss that told her she was nothing but a little pleasure bitch to him. Then he got off of her.
"Get dressed," he spat.