Chapter 39: Chapter 39th
I closed my eyes and thought I'd sealed my mouth, but they opened with a mere push of his, until, helplessly, I let him kiss me. And while experiencing it – fully physically and mentally there –, while experiencing his lips sucking mine hungrily, his tongue invading, his fingers penetrating my hair, I winced as some almost physical pain possessed me. My lids felt heavy, my heart felt empty… and the strange heaviness of defeat seemed to burden the hands I used to try and ply his grip away.
"Just keep at it…" he whispered, pausing to breathe, then kissing me again "…just be a good girl…"
"No…"
"Behave…" He commanded shakily, holding my jaw in his hand and lifting it up as I felt his breathing on my neck – his lips brushing the sensitive skin there, his hair brushing against my face, tensions building... "…and no one will be hurt…"
Those feelings… those invading, uncharted touches! His hand running, brushing, his lips exploring, opening and closing, stretching, smiling and kissing, his fingers on my head, on my brain! It burned up!
"…and no one will ever know…" he mocked at last: my shame - that very open, very inflamed wound.
With a groan I couldn't tell whether it erupted from my mind or from my lungs, I screamed and pushed him away. The abruptness of it all was the only factor allowing me to push him a single step back, but he sprung onto me and pushed me against the soft wall with renewed fervor, his jaw locking.
"What's the matter, Abby? You don't want to be alone? HUH? You want to be saved? To draw attention and bring someone else in here? Did you stop to consider how that could end? A witness, at best – a witness to all the dirty things you can do… I mean, you do know what's about to happen, don't you?!" He spoke, squeezing my face in place when I tried to turn away. "Come on… you're a big girl! Big enough, at least… let me hear you say it!"
My heart beating violent – more violent than before. Pounding, really, within a sore chest, spiking regret at making matters worse than they were a minute ago.
"Come on, come on…" he chuckled hysterically, pressing me harder against the wall and fighting my utmost attempt to turn away. "…tell me what I'm gonna do to you… thrill me!"
A moment of my terrified moaning and sobbing.
"What? Nothing to say? Where did all that energy go? We'll then… I guess I'll just show you!"
I screamed again as his hand seized the collar of my shirt, pulling at it to the sides.
"Let me go, you sick fuck!" I shrieked, thrashing and kicking as he all but lifted me, pushing me so far that my feet couldn't touch the floor.
"Eventually…" he laughed, then kissed me again.
It was too much heat. Too much fussing and failing under his grip. More than I could take! Unthinkingly and in a haze, I bit down hard!
Chris moaned, finally pulling away and pressing his hand to his lip, then checking it for blood. There was none, but still… still his eyes promised vengeance as they stared into mine.
"Stay away from me!" I screamed, searching the room for anything I could use for a weapon, anything to keep him at bay.
"You know what…" he sighed, unnerved. "I have indulged these little fits of yours far too many times now."
He circled, closing in on me. I desperately paced sideways, avoiding contact, my nerves desperately foreseeing what would happen if I allowed him near.
"It's easy to forgive them, to understand, what with your fretful inexperience and all… I've been treating you like an unfortunate child."
I jumped the mattress as he circled around the room, pacing slowly towards me, my guard high, anticipating his every move.
"I must really have created some sort of soft spot for you, because I forget one thing: You pretended to be a woman… because you wanted to be treated like one. I've pretended as well, and I'll simply pretend again: I'll start with teaching you obedience. From now on, I'll tolerate no more of your pitiful displays of ferocity – if you so much as raise your fists at me, I'll tie you up so tightly you'll have to ask me for a full breath of air…" he warned, finding me at a corner and quickly caging me against the wall before I could escape once more. I gasped as his face met mine again – his eyes serious, gravely looking into mine.
"And as for that smart mouth of yours… I'll teach you not to run it so freely."
I hyperventilated, my arms fittingly failing to contract, to prepare a blow – they had never been rewarded with success before, and now they were promised only further pain.
And pain I expected when Chris raised his hand – I even cowardly flinched as it approached me. But all he did was caress my jaw, feeling my chin between his thumb and his index finger.
"…and if you bite me again…" he warned, watching me shrink weakly "…I'll let you choose which bone I'll break first."
His eyes looked into mine – searching for the intention, intimidating any sign of defiance, and finding only some very vague understanding. Then, and only then, I saw his lips threaten to smile again.
"W-what?"
"You don't understand it, do you?" he sighed, contemplating my puzzled expression… then saying it. "Just get on your knees."
I jumped, violently jerking away.
Chris grabbed me by the shoulders and positioned me back before him. I threw my head to the side, and he grabbed my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks together.
"NO!" I grunted, beginning to struggle.
"HUSH!" Chris silenced, starting gravely into my face until he had me still "Hush now… no more playing games, no more exchanging insults…"
I felt the pressure then – his hand pushing me away, and pushing me down. My heart pounded loosely.
"…just get on your knees and do as I tell you."
I couldn't help it – of course I couldn't. I thrashed, and I squirmed, I pulled and I groaned, my tired efforts amounting only to Chris securing my wrists together and squeezing them inside his fist.
"Please…" I begged broken-heartedly as, finally, that was the only means I had of fighting him.
"Don't worry…" he panted lightly, steadily forcing me down still "It won't hurt a thing…"
My knees touched the floor, and a cold swirl filled my chest.
"You can close your eyes, if you want. Just make sure you open your mouth…"
I squeezed both shut, as hard as I could. The sound of the blood rushing to my head filled my ears. I thought I would vomit – hoped I would faint… but apparently I wasn't holding my breath hard enough.
Then the buzzing seemed too real – the sound that sheer and raw panic conjured inside my ears. Chris's hand was on my hair, his fingers entwining with the roots… but they stopped moving. The grip on my joined wrists seemed to ease, too.
Then I heard it again: That buzzing. It was the doorbell.
It had worked! My plan had worked! The cop was back!
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