He looked at me, disappointed, and shook his head, "If you don't like this body I can find something more suitable to your liking."
I tried to comprehend what he said. If I didn’t like his body he could find a more suitable one. What the fuck did that mean? I looked at him, thinking he was insane.
"I like it." said Yan, walking into the room.
"You would," said Julia, not far behind. "You didn't see what he looked like before."
"Enough," said the angry man returning to the room. A few steps behind him was the man with spiky hair and goggles.
I looked at them all and then back to the mysterious man. He hadn't taken his eyes off me. I decided to ask another question. If he wouldn't tell me who he was then I wanted to know what was going on. Specifically, what did they want from me? I did my best to sound steady and strong as I asked, "What do you want from me?"
The mysterious man breathed in and closed his eyes. He smirked and said, "I want what I have always wanted from you." He opened his eyes and leaned down to my ear. He whispered ever so softly, so that I had to focus in order to hear every single word. I closed my eyes as he said, " I want you...to submit."
My eyes shot open and I looked at him, really looked at him. My body trembled, my mouth opened and closed in utter horror and shock. There was no way...no way. "No...no...no...no...no...no...no," I said over and over again, refusing to comprehend... to accept.
"Yes, yes, yes," he mockingly sang back to me. He loomed over me, smirking, taking in my terror, my realization. He teased, "Do you know me now?"
"No, no, no, no, no-" I just kept saying, shaking my head back and forth. It felt like the only word I knew now. Tears blurred my vision. I found myself hyperventilating. It wasn't possible. I'd killed him. I killed him and there were witnesses! Others that had seen the body! He was dead...Lyndon Craw was dead. This man couldn't be him! He didn't look anything like him. Even if somehow Lyndon had survived, all the physical therapy and plastic surgery in the word couldn’t do this!
This had to be more... more mind game bullshit, like in my bedroom with Julia! And yet, and yet… looking into this man’s eyes...I couldn’t help but feel this man was...was... I spiraled madly, sputtering, "How? How? I killed you!"
His eyes flickered for a moment. I saw pain flash across his face and then he scoffed bitterly. "Why the fuck would I tell you?"
I continued to stare at him. He glared back at me. There was something dark and dangerous in his gaze, something violent. Without looking away he reached out, grasping hold of my left breast. He squeezed it tightly until I cried out in pain. Then he dragged his nails down my stomach to my lower abdomen. He rested his hand on my vaginal mound for a moment and then breathed in deeply before he aggressively spread my lips.
I cried out, pleading, squirming, but it was useless. He smiled cruelly and drove his fingers into me painfully. I screamed and screamed, squirming as he roughly fingered me. He wanted me to suffer. He wanted to cause me pain and he succeeded. Pain rippled through my core. He continued to smile, a crazed look in his eyes. He got off on my discomfort. After a minute he pulled out his fingers and smelled them, tasted them. Disgusted, I could see the pure euphoria on his...his... Lyndon’s' face.
I turned my head to the side, not wanting to look at him. To my horror, I saw the others were standing around and watching. I’d forgotten they were there. I looked back to Lyndon, knowing not to take my eyes off him for long. He stepped back from the table and looked to the angry man, nodding. The others started whatever it was they were going to do. I watched them shuffle about. The angry man, the guy with the goggles, and Yan collected several devices. I wasn’t sure what they were. I saw metal, wires wrapped around crystals, I think.
I watched Julia slink up to the table I was on and then around it. She seemed to be enjoying herself. She reached out to Lyndon, running her hands over him. I noticed for the first time he was only wearing a black silk robe. She slowly pulled it open, running her hands across his muscular chest. They embraced, kissing for a moment, and then she helped him to slide off his robe, taking it in her arms.
Lyndon was completely naked and I could see all of him. He was well defined, muscular. I saw something on his chest. It was black and had a sheen to it. It looked like a stone. I thought it was a necklace at first but it seemed connected to his body. The area around the stone was dark and there were black veins that spread out.
I wondered what it was but quickly found myself lowering my gaze. I took in his member. It was large, thick, and engorged. I’d never seen one like that...to be fair I hadn’t seen many. I began to mumble incoherently and looked up at the ceiling. My breath became shallow and caught in my chest. I tried to distract myself, to calm myself, but I knew... I knew what was coming. I whimpered, trying to make out the details of the ceiling. It appeared to also be made of metal though I couldn’t be sure. My vision was blurry.
Lyndon stepped up to me once more. He brushed his fingers across my cheek and then through my hair. He looked down at me and shook his head. He calmly spoke, "I know what I said. I know I promised to do it proper next time and make you feel good..."
He paused for a moment, thinking. He stared off into space, tangling his fingers in my hair and then he tightened his grasp. Pain surged through my scalp as he yanked my hair. "But that...” he snarled through gritted teeth, “That was before you killed me." He leaned up close to my face, and breathed me in deeply. Even with tears blurring my vision, I could tell he was enraged. I could feel him shaking with fury. He breathed in again, smelling me, "Besides," he continued, his voice sounding suddenly eerily calm, "As I recall, you always liked it rough."
My eyes widened. I couldn't respond. I couldn't think... The flashes... The flashes of what he'd done to me, what I'd tried to forget, burned into my mind. I lost it, screaming, shaking, begging for this to be a mental breakdown. I smiled, thinking I would welcome the crazy... I would welcome the possibility of being insane. Anything, anything for this not to be real.
The angry man, the man with the goggles, and Yan surrounded the table. They began to place those strange devices around me. Lyndon moved to the end of the table. I looked at the others and called out to them. I begged, "Please...please help me...please let me go," Even if I knew they wouldn't I still had to ask. I had to hope that maybe one of them would stop this, whatever it was. But they all just ignored me.
When the man with the goggles had finished putting his devices down, Lyndon motioned for him to adjust the table. The man with the goggles touched the table and it became loose. My feet were free for a second as it pulled back.
Lyndon quickly grasped my ankles before I could move. He spread my legs wide and pushed up. I was reminded of when a woman gave birth in stirrups. I tried to struggle but he held tightly to me until metal wrapped around me once more, trapping me and keeping me in place. Lyndon let go and nodded to the man with goggles, "Now, the ceiling,"
The man with the goggles went over to one of the walls and touched it. I looked up at the ceiling and watched as the metal seemed to melt away in a large circle. I could see outside. Beautiful, glistening light filled the room. The clouds in the sky were perfect. It was a beautiful, sunny day.
Tears streamed down my face. It was easy to become lost, to become trapped within the bleakness of this moment. But seeing the outside...seeing more than just this room, it was almost freeing. For a second I wished I could pull away from the table and fly up and away... so far away.
A hand blocked my vision as the angry man's placed his thumb between my eyes. He smeared a line of something up to my scalp. It felt cold at first and then warm. He put his hand back into a bowl, taking up more liquid. I saw that it was dark green. He moved, reaching for my chest. I quivered, frightened he was going to assault me too. But he didn't touch my breasts. He touched between them, smearing the substance there, and then stepped off to the side.
My chest suddenly felt heavy like a weight had been placed on it. I breathed shallowly a
nd felt a strange pressure. I began to see things in the air... Like when you looked at motes of dust in the light. The devices around me began to hum ever so slightly. The crystals glowed and my breaths became deeper as I saw small particles of light swirling and whirling around me. It was almost beautiful. For a moment I was at peace, calm...
I looked up at the sky to see it was changing. Clouds were gathering, darkening, a storm was forming. The wind picked up and I could feel it. I could feel it on my skin. I could feel it in my core. The weight on my chest began to lift. It was as if there was a plug on my chest and it was slowly being pulled out by a strong chain.
I breathed out deeply and then breathed in, my chest rising, my back lifted from the table. It really felt like something was rising up within me. Lyndon stood over me, watching me intently. He stared at my chest and his eyes widened. I looked down and saw something coming out where the angry man had put the strange substance.
I felt pulling, more and more. Lyndon moved between my legs. He looked excited… insatiable... like he couldn't wait any longer to be inside me. Frightened, I was pulled from the pleasant feeling for a moment and back into my dire situation.
Lyndon positioned himself at my entrance. I could feel the sopping tip of his member and our eyes locked. I pleaded with him one last time, "Please...please...please don't do this."
He smiled down at me and softly caressed my cheek, "I love it when you beg. Soon enough you'll be begging me not to stop,"
"No...no..." I shook and turned my head away from his hand. He breathed out intensely, gritting his teeth in anger at my rejection. He placed his hands at my hips and puffed out his chest and confidently said, "It's time to wake up, Keyoko. It is time to recognize your master."
And then he plunged inward. Gut wrenching pain tore through me. I screamed out at the top of my lungs. The girls covered their ears and the man with goggles laughed, shouting, "DAMN! THIS BITCH HAS A SET OF LUNGS ON HER!"
Lyndon pulled back and then pushed in, stronger and harder than before. I cried out, screaming, wailing, struggling as pain crippled my very being. All around me the pleasant particles of light swirled and moved violently. They began to burst like small explosions. My eyes widened as I looked out past Lyndon to the sky above. It had darkened. The clouds were like an ocean, rippling with cold fury.
The wind surged and pulsed all around me. My chest rose up. Urel continued to pound into me, aggressively, madly. He leaned down to me, clung to me, desperately pleading, begging in my ear, “Return...return...to me, my...Keyoko,”
Gusts of strong wind filled the room and only seemed to affect me. My hair and dress blew up as if I were being pulled up to the ceiling. I saw a funnel cloud outside forming above me. I felt like I was falling and rising at the same time as the pressure in my chest grew and grew. The metaphorical chain tightened, yanking up, up, up, until it pulled out my plug. There was a sudden explosion of adrenaline, something deep within me...burst free. Everyone in the room was sent flying back against the walls. The object...the stone…the other half of my soul... released from my chest and I…
...awakened.
The End
Bound: Caught
Chapter One
Cage focused on the target as he moved his weapon into position. Tucking the butt of the rifle against his shoulder, he applied just the right amount of pressure to keep it in place. His stance was stable, the rifle properly brought up into his line of sight. His support arm carefully cradled it, steadied it. His finger carefully teased out the trigger tension. It didn’t require conscious thought from him anymore. Years of training and real world experience had made it instinctive. He aimed at the target with sharp eyes and smoothly pulled the trigger.
With a new rifle, and this rifle wasn’t his, the first shot always gauged the accuracy of the weapon itself. Once you knew the particulars of a specific weapon you could adjust for it. In this case he expected the rifle to be badly sighted and he was not disappointed. It missed the intended target, hitting far to the right and a bit above the sweet spot. He carefully adjusted his aim and fired again.
Satisfied with the results, he made one last adjustment. Then he fired rapidly, each shot coming without hesitation, without error. Again and again he struck his target, obliterating it section by section. When he had accomplished his goal, he laid the rifle down on the counter before him, several rounds still remaining to him. He straightened himself as the target was brought forward and he examined the results with satisfaction.
“Welp.” said carnival worker, “You, uh, did it. Completely removed the bunny.” He tapped his finger on the counter and gnawed at the toothpick in his mouth. He was obviously annoyed.
“The trigger on this rifle is far too heavy and it leans to the right far more than is reasonable even for a children’s game. Also, in case you’re unaware, the air pressure changes every couple of shots. It’s a good thing I was listening for it or it might have thrown my aim off. You should have that looked at before the games commission comes by. It’s far too regular to be mechanical error.”
“What are you saying?” asked the man offended. “You calling me a cheater?”
“No,” said Cage with a smile, “Just making an observation that might get you out of some hot water later. Now,” said Cage turning to Autumn, “pick a prize.”
Autumn looked at Cage. She knew he’d be able to do it. If anything, this afternoon had just reassured her that there wasn’t anything Cage couldn’t do. They were on their last day of vacation, on the island Cage had taken her to on their first real date. Up until this afternoon they’d barely been out of the house.
Oh, they’d spent some time walking on the beach and they had gone to a few restaurants, but for the most part Cage had wanted her all to himself. He was treating this like an actual vacation and he’d been taking every opportunity to embrace her. Sometimes to the point where she couldn’t walk.
She was grateful to finally be out of the house. Not that she minded Cage embracing her. She just wanted to do something on their vacation that they didn’t normally do. On one of their few trips out she’d learned there was a carnival going on, complete with rides and games. She’d asked Cage if they could go but he’d shown no interest in it.
She doubted they’d be going but on the last day of their vacation Cage had surprised her. He’d made arrangements for them to attend. Autumn was overjoyed. She wanted to go on every ride, try out all the different foods, and play every single game.
Cage humored her, tagging along politely, but she could tell he was bored. He had no interest in any of the rides. Whenever she was on one she’d catch him sneaking a smoke as he waited for her. She tried to get him to participate. After some poking and prodding she eventually got him to race her through the maze of mirrors fun house.
She thought it would be fun and they would be on even ground since neither of them had gone through before but, like everything, Cage was good at it. So good that he simply walked through as if he were going in a straight line to the exit. Autumn, however, had some trouble. She got lost quickly and kept bumping into the glass trying to find her way out.
Eventually Cage went through again and found her. He took her to the exit and then they had lunch. There were all sorts of foods to choose from. Autumn tried a little bit of everything. When they were done they went to play some games. Autumn played for nearly an hour trying to win something for Cage. In the end all she managed to get was a small stuffed bear. She gave it to him and he could see she was disappointed. Cage took the bear and then proceeded to go from game to game, winning the biggest prizes they had to offer.
A crowd quickly began to form around them as they went. People were amazed by Cage’s skills and abilities. He never needed to play a game more than twice before winning. When there were more than a dozen people gathered around them Autumn began to feel uncomfortable. Cage gave them a look and the crowd quickly dispersed. Autumn knew that look well and just how intimidating it could be.
Sh
e wrapped her arm around his and they continued on. Cage kept winning, so much that the stall owners began to take breaks or shut down when they neared, hoping to avoid Cage. The owner of the Hop Shot was an exception. When they stepped up to his stall he wore a smug expression. He didn’t back down from the chance to make some money and dent Cage’s ego.
The man was only too happy to explain the rules to Cage. The game was simple. There was a picture of a rabbit on a piece of paper. Cage would get an air compression rifle with two hundred pellets. If he could make the rabbit completely disappear then he’d win the big prize. However if even a single dot of the bunny remained then Cage would get nothing.
Autumn knew Cage could do it. And he did. As Cage turned to her and once again asked, “Pick a prize,” Autumn bit her lip. She was beginning to feel guilty that they were taking all the best prizes. She turned to him and asked, “Is there anything you don’t excel at?”
“I’m sure we’ll find something eventually. But all these games have some angle or another. You just have to know how to get around it to win,” said Cage. He raised his hand lightly, brushing her cheek with his fingertips, “And I, as you know, always win,”
Autumn thought he was being cocky. She admittedly found it sexy but at times it could also be annoying. He was good at everything, everything. Just once she’d like to show him up, to wipe that perfect smile off his face and have him look at her in admiration.
Cage let his hand drop from her cheek and dug into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a cigarette before he once again insisted, “Choose,”
“I already have like a cart full,”
“Two,” said Cage.
After the prizes had started to pile up people had randomly walked by and begun to take them away. Autumn had assumed they were bodyguards. She hadn’t seen any all week and was a little surprised. For a second, she’d almost thought it was really just Cage and her...and Fredric. He was never far out of sight but with how quiet and still he could be it was easy to forget he was there.
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