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Playgirl	By : Obsolescence Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 2350 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Marilyn Manson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
Genre: Angst, chaptered, violent
Word count: 25.223
Pairing(s): Manson/Tim, Sascha/Tim
Characters: Manson, Tim, & Sascha
Warnings/Spoilers: This story contains extreme abuse, rape, torture, sex, cursing, and Swedish.
Author Notes: Every review you give will go to the change the way Manson fan fiction is written fund. Thank you for your support and donation.

Last chapter. Sorry, but I'm not writing more on this, it's not even in my timeline properly, just was a whim story. Though if you do like the ABUSE!Manson/Tim. I'll see if I have any more lying around.

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My brain was buzzing, millions of thoughts racing. Slowly my eyes fluttered open. I nearly jumped out of the bed when I saw the color of it. I whipped around catching that I had an IV in my arm.

I was in the hospital? Shit, Manson found me and drug me to the hospital. When I got home, I’d be dead, there would be no second chance. I just fucked myself over. I was going to give him the ultimate pleasure of killing me.

“No, sir I’m sorry, he is no condition for visitors!” The noise from the hall cut through my thoughts.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what you think. I’m going in there.”

“Sir, please.”

“My name is Sascha. Sas-cha! I don’t like being called “sir”. And I am going in there, even if I have to throw you out of the god dammed way.”

“Mr. Sascha, you don’t have any idea what kind of damage he’s been through. His jaw is fractured, His skull was cracked open, his cheek was almost crushed, not to mention the, almost, broken ribs, assorted other bruises and the burns we found on him. Oh yes, and the drastic loss of blood because of his suicide attempt!”

“Now, I am definitely going in there.”

“Sascha please!” Lucia, I smiled slightly. “He’s sleeping, he’s had a rough night. We can wait until he wakes up.”

“Lucia.” He whined out, then preceded to curse in German. I assumed she made him go and sit down.

The nurse opened the door and tried to creep in quietly. “It’s okay, I’m awake.” She jumped about a foot in the air.

“Mr. Skold, you had just gotten to sleep.” I raised an eyebrow. “Please try to sleep some more your body needs it.” She had walked over and was changing my IV.

“I don’t sleep much anymore, I’m perfectly fine with my current sleep amount.”

“Mr. Skold, please, your body must be exhausted from everything. At least lay back” I did, my ribs thanking me for it. She handed me another pillow and I pressed my back into it.

“Ms?” I looked up at her. She was a portly woman with a kind face. A definite mother, at least to her patients.

“Just call me Yvonne.” I nodded.

“Call me Tim, Mr. Skold makes me feel like I’m really old.” She gave me a smile. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes, Tim?”

“What do you mean I had just gotten to sleep?”

“The orderlies, and the EMT’s said you were thrashing around as they tried to get your wrists in bandages. They also said you were yelling at them in some strange language.” I blushed a little. “It’s okay Tim, I’m used to it.” I looked at her like she had grown rabbit ears. “When I heard where you were coming in from. I had to take the job as your nurse. I was Jeordie’s nurse during his time in Marilyn Manson.” She ran her fingers over my hair.

“Although in one day, he was never this bad.”

“What can I say? I am a magnet for pain.” She shook her head.

“Well, Tim, if you’re feeling up to it, you have a small mob that came about an hour ago to see you. We normally have the “family” rule but this is my wing of the hospital, and I know they are like family.”

“I’d love to see them, and thank you for letting them come and visit me. My family won’t be flying in from Sweden anytime soon.” She left the room, I snuggled up against the fluffy pillows only wishing I wasn’t in the hospital for one reason.

“Tim.” My head jerked up Lucia was standing there, in one of Sascha’s shirts and pajama pants sandals on her feet. Her hair messily thrown back into a ponytail. I smiled at her.

“You look wonderful, Lucia.” She rolled her eyes at me.

“You’re not exactly the looker either.” I laughed slowly, it hurt, but well worth it.

“They are letting us in slowly, the nurse didn’t want to over excite you.”

“Oh Lucia, just seeing your pretty face over excites me.” She smiled, and walked to the edge of my bed sitting down slowly.

“I’m not fragile. Broken, but not fragile.” She shook her head.

“Tim you need to stop pretending to be so strong, look at yourself. You’re barely alive. If I wouldn’t have had Jeordie’s number, and if he wouldn’t have understood my three words. I would be throwing you a rose. Six feet under.” She bit her lip holding back tears. “Tim, why?”

“Lucia, I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Did you try to break your neck first and throw yourself down the stairs? How did you get so hurt?” I smiled at her theory.

“Oh no, I didn’t toss myself down a stairwell. I didn’t do these.”

“You mean–”

“Yes, I didn’t do this.”

“It was . . . Manson wasn’t it?”

“Bingo.”

“Why?”

“It’s just what he does. I smoke, he abuses people.”

“That’s hardly the same thing.”

“If you knew him, it would be the same thing.”

She opened her mouth to say something as the door opened. Two of their fellow band mates entered it took me a moment to place the names. My mind was in disarray; then the names came.

“Hello Andy, and Steve, right?” I smiled at them slightly wondering why Sascha wasn’t in the group.

“Yeah, well look at you now. All curled up under hospital blankets. The last time we saw you, you were about to high tail it away from KMFDM.” Andy said, it wasn’t meant to be an attack more of an impolite ‘long time, no see.’

“Well, what can I say, this is what I ran to.” They both looked very perplexed. Lucia looked at me, I was off, and more caustic then ever.

“Andy?” Lucia said softly. “Where’s Sascha?”

“He went out to smoke.” Lucia nodded, and grumbled at him, not because he wasn’t coming to see me more because he got a cigarette.

“So how have all of you been?” I said, completely out of curiosity.

“Doing all right, you know touring and everything. Been busy and all that.” The door opened again. I lifted my head hopefully, but it wasn’t Sascha.

“Hello Skold.”

“Hello, Jules.” I nodded at him. He grabbed another chair and pulled it up beside my bed.

Lucia fidgeted slightly, I knew what she was wishing for. She wanted Sascha to come in and save the tense moment, form spiraling downward.

“How have you been Jules.”

“Dealing with Sascha’s drink binges. Yourself?”

“Oh, I’ve been all right. Just trying to get stuff figured out.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Well then why did you have bullets?”

“Jules!” Lucia looked at him with the ‘I’m so disappointed in you’ look.

“Well, Jules at least I had a switchblade. If I wouldn’t have been locked in my room, I’m sure I would’ve had bullets.”

“Tim!” I got the look, it twisted my insides but I knew he was going to continue.

“You know I’ve never seen any cuts deep enough to kill yourself, can I take a look?” He must have thought I was ashamed of them. I reached up to my hand and undid the gauze. I did it quickly and before he had figured out what I was doing I thrust my semi-stitched (as parts weren’t that deep.) up cuts under his nose.

“Take as long as you need. When you’re done if you want to see what white steel does to human skin I’ll show you.” His eyebrows rose. He looked down at my wrist and then along my arms at the bruises.

“I thought they were kidding,” he confessed silently.

“Do you honestly think I’d be in the hospital if it wasn’t for me trying to die?” I realized then that Lucia was looking at the wounds on my wrists with tears in her eyes. I grabbed the gauze and started to rewrap them“Sorry Lucia. We are being insens–”

The door opened. Booted feet rushed in, I looked up slowly at Sascha. He was staring at me, making me fidget. Then in a blink of an eye his body lunged at me, catching me off guard, he wrapped his arms around me.

“Tim,” he said softly. I wrapped my arms around him ignoring the discomfort in my ribs.

“Hello, Sascha.” He pulled back and looked at me.

“Tim.”

“Yes, Sascha I know.” He smiled a bit.

“Still as mouthy as ever.” He smiled then growled out “prisoner” in German. I smiled.

“Sascha, listen I–”

“Tim, don’t worry about it. It’s the past, and I can’t be thinking about it, ja?”

“Ja.” He sat in the edge of my bed next to Lucia, his hand grabbing mine. I think it just clicked in his band’s head what went on between us. He held onto my fingers for a moment, his hand disconnected from mine, leaving me with that post-euphoria depression.

“Tim.” Lucia said softly, “What are you going to do?”

“Go back. I have no where else to go to.” I shrugged. Lucia looked horrified.

“Tim why? It’ll kill you.”

“Just something one has to resign themselves to experiencing, it’s karma.”

“If I didn’t know where you had been I would have known now.” A new voice said, I looked up.

“Jeordie.”

“Typical suicide attempt post-symptom.”

“If anyone would know it would be you.” He walked over and hugged me.

“Damn, he did a number on you.” I smirked.

“I’m always too mouthy, and apparently he doesn’t like that.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“Is Maynard here with you?”

“Of course, I mention the word Manson and he puts his life on hold.” I watched Lucia out of the corner of my eye, she about fainted

“Where is he?”

“You are obviously blind Tim.” Everyone but Jeordie jumped.

“Oh, you’ll get used to it. John is on his way, as well as Ging, Pogo was here earlier, but Manson disappeared, when the ambulance came.”

“So he is on a hunt for him.”

“Yep!” Jeordie smiled at me. He got off the bed and walked over to Maynard. They whispered at each other for a few minutes. Then with a nod Maynard left, and Jeordie pulled up a chair.

“Do you mind if I talk to you Tim while they are here?”

“Not at all.” Jeordie gave me a skeptical look, but nodded anyway

“So, what had happened?”

“A lot. The water box, the machine, a mark, and I was in the shelter.” I hoped he would understand but he looked stunned.

“Shit. The water box and the shelter were always a threat but he never did them to me. He must have really wanted you trained fast.” I nodded, looking down from the look Sascha was giving me. “But I don’t know about any machine though.”

“You’re lucky, It was for conditioning.” Jeordie nodded.

“How about before this week?”

“Well, it had been small things, like a game here and there, and an occasional drunken thing, but, never like this.” Jeordie placed his hand on mine.

“It’s okay Tim. It wasn’t anything you did, you know as well as I do that It’s all his sick game.”

“I know, but I can’t stop feeling like somehow brought it on myself”

“Don’t, or you’ll end up like me.”

“I wish!” He laughed.

“He hadn’t killed you yet, but you were damn close.” The room was silent other than our bizarre conversation. I think they were trying to understand.

“Can I ask you a really, really, invading question Tim?”

“I’m not going to say no.”

“How did he mark you?”

“Brands.” Jeordie looked petrified. “Six words.” Jeordie looked like someone had just taken the air out of the room.

“S.I.X, kind of six right?”

“That kind of six. Permanency and all that.” Jeordie leaped onto my lap and cuddled against me.

“Oh god.” He snuggled against me. “Same place?”

“Same.” He hugged me again.

“Another very invading question?”

“You can look at them.” I sighed and wiggled Jeordie from off of my lap. I undid the hospital gown and pulled it back. Jeordie crawled on the bed and went behind me. He gently touched them. For everyone he touched I announced what they said, not that anyone understood, but I was a great release. His fingers moved up to the one by my tattoo.

“Fitta.” I bitterly spat out. Jeordie helped me put the gown back on.

“He called you that didn’t he?” I nodded and Jeordie nodded in return. Maynard came back into the room.

“Jeordie.”

“Uh-huh?”He smiled at Maynard.

“John and Kenneth are here. The nurse is not going to like having a small rabble around Tim’s bed, so let clear out some of them. I hate to sound rude, but Tim seems to be popular guy.”

I laughed. “Only on Tuesdays down at the Stagger Inn.”Maynard shook his head a small smile on his lips. The pigs seemed a little over whelmed at the whole thing so they were the first to leave. Lucia, Sascha, and I sat in silence for a moment. Before Lucia cleared he throat and looked at us.

“Well.”

“Well, what?” Sascha and I said together.

“You know you two can kiss and make up. I won’t mind, just let me get my camera out.” I smiled.

“He is yours’ now Lucia. I won’t do that to you guys.”

“Please do it to us Tim. I want Tim and Sascha sex!” Sascha and I both laughed and looked at each other awkwardly. “Or is it a little harder than that?”

“It’s harder than that Lucia.” Sascha said, he raised his hand to push my stringy hair away from my eyes, and try as I might, I still flinched. Sascha sighed and patted my leg. “I need a cigarette.”Lucia nodded in agreement.

I whined “Have a few drags for me.”

John and Ginger came in as Sascha and Lucia left. I would have mused on ironies and all that but John had glomped me. Ginger patted my arm slightly.

“Tim, why didn’t you say it was getting this bad.”

“I never had the opportunity to John.” Ginger poked John’s back

“I have to pee, I’ll be back soon.” We both nodded.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, this all happened this week. It was really sudden, I barely could have slept. That is if I could sleep.”

“Insomnia?”

“Yes.” John hugged me.

“Well, isn’t this cute?” My heart stopped for a moment. I looked up slowly.

“Ma-Man–”

“Get your fat ass out of here.” John stepped in.

“John, don’t.”

“No.” John said giving me a glance. Manson smirked a bit.

“Isn’t it funny, that Tim needs to be defended.”

“I told you to get the fuck out.”

“John anger doesn’t suit you well. Remember that–”

“I don’t care about you dumb ass lessons anymore.” Manson walked over to him and quickly grabbed his throat and threw him off the bed. John slammed into the wall. I tried to stand and help him, but my wrists were grabbed.

“John why don’t you get your ass out of here.”

“No.”

“Pity, pity.” He walked over to John, I stood up quickly. But he was faster in kicking his leg back and I landed on the bed gasping for air. My ribs screaming at my brain.

Manson bent down and grabbed John’s ponytail and pulled him from the room. It took a few seconds but he came back in. I scooted across my bed and curled up by my pillow.

“Scared Tim?” I couldn’t even bring myself to talk. He was by the bed now. I had my head buried in my knees hoping he’d go away. Fingers pressed against my wrists, I whimpered meekly. He unwrapped the bandages slowly.

“Not nearly deep enough.” He threw my hand down on the bed. “So was this a cry for help?”

I clung to myself, it was a busy hospital, someone had to see John banging on the door. But it was oddly silent. I could hear his breath, and every shuffle of fabric. He reached down and grabbed my hair. Yanking my head up.

“Well, Tim, was it a cry for help.”

“N-no.”

“So you honestly tried to kill yourself?”

“Ye-es-s.”

“Seems you can’t even do that right.”

His fingers coiled near my roots, turning me to my stomach. I heard the door creak, maybe snap. He pulled my chest from off the bed. Forcing me up by the top bars. He yanked my head back. His teeth against my ear before he growled at me to hold on to the bars. Shakingly, painfully I gripped onto the cold bars. As a crash was heard. He released me my face falling into the pillow.

“What do you think you’re doing?” My ears perked up. Sascha?

“I’m only having what is rightfully mine.” My fingers twisted around the bars tighter.

“Really this is rightfully yours?”

“Of course.”

“Really?”

“Are you an idiot? I said it was.”

“Tim’s yours?”

“Yes you fucking–” Wack. I heard a growl. My head buried itself deeper in the pillow. The sound of flesh meeting with another section of flesh scared me even more. The sounds of nails tearing through skin, flat hand against face. Punch against gut.

I heard something metal hit the ground, followed by a loud cry. My nails were trying to bury themselves in my palms. More foot steps, then a chuckle.

“I’ll take it from here.” I cried out, listening to cloth against the linoleum. I felt a hand on my back. I gasped and began to cry.

“Please don’t, please.”

“Tim.”

“Please, I won’t do it again, I’ll just stay in my room and work when you want me too, just please don’t.”

“We’ll if you mean it.”

“I do, I swear.”

“I’ll have to check with Lucia then.” I looked over at Sascha. I about screamed at him. But I knew it was pointless, he had already seen me beg. He had one or two bruises but they weren’t bad. He smiled at me. I shakingly turned myself over and I collapsed in his arms. Sobbing into his old X-F shirt.

“Sascha, I’m so sorry. I just was so afraid.”

“Tim,” he was stroking my head. “Don’t worry about it. Even if I hated you seeing you like this would make me understand. I’m still a friend.”

“Sascha.”

“Ja?”

“He ripped up all my pictures of you . . .us.”

“I think I still have the negatives.”

“I hope you do.” For a moment he was quite I still was crying getting his shirt dirty, and feeling horrible about it.

“Tim.”

“Yes?”

“I really do miss you.” I looked up at him, tears and tear lines streaked down my face, my nose running. But he just smiled at me. “And you’re as beautiful as ever.”

“I miss you too, Sascha.” I hugged around his lower back. He pulled me into his lap, coddling me against his chest and shoulder.

“Tim?” I was drowsy but I managed to grunt softly to show him I was listening.

He laughed slightly “I love you.” His hand smoothed out my tousled hair. I clutched onto his shirt hoping he got my response.

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