These Silent Screams [Fic]
Title: These Silent Screams
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Character/Pairing: House/Cameron
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Summary: He bought her at an auction. It wasn't like he planned it but now she's his, even though he can't figure out what to do with her.
Disclaimer: The characters herein belong to fox, DS. No copyright infringement is intended.
These Silent Screams
In his life he’d been with many gorgeous women. Most of them nearly a lifetime younger than him. But her… She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Snow white - almost translucent - skin, eyes like a kaleidoscope. If he believed in sappy things like love at the first sight, it would’ve been like this. Blood rushing through his veins into his groin. He shifted uncomfortably, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, savouring her taste - or at least how he imagined she would taste like. Salty. Flowery. Like used drugs and empty promises. The heavy chain wrapped around her ankle made the perfect skin around the metal red and sore. He wanted to kill these bastards for hurting this art work. Rip out their hearts and have them for breakfast. It wasn’t like he’d never done it before.
Her head was bent down, an almost humble gesture. He asked himself how he’d feel with her kneeling in front of him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what power was but this was different. With her kissing his feet and touching his hand. It was an oxymoron, this thing with him and her. He swallowed hard.
Bourbon…
Dry.
Tasty.
Cool.
She was almost naked, wearing nothing but a white button down and a glassy expression. Clearly drugged. He grinned. How much is a human life worth? His thumb traced across the wood of his cane. When he closed his eyes he could feel her under his fingertips. He groaned almost soundlessly. She had to be his.
With time passing and alcohol level increasing the bids became ridiculously high. It was long past midnight when one of the fat guys with higher weight than IQ pulled her on the stage. Violent. Relentless. Merciless.
“Allison Jane Cameron. 19, College student.”
There was a murmur amongst the crowd and suddenly everything was silent. She looked like she was going to throw up any second but in the end she was still the most beautiful thing each of them had ever seen.
He led the bids wash over him until a guy who could be *his* father made his offer. The thought of him touching her was like pickles on a sandwich. He sighed and drummed his fingers on the table. Impatience. Somebody gasped and went silent for a moment, and he could just imagine them sitting there with their heads spinning. A noise from behind him brought his gaze up from the cool grain of his table. He blinked.
“100 Million $!” There was a pause and an awkward silence when some of the younger people saw him. Someone behind him was mumbling. He sighed. He would’ve never pegged himself for a knight in shining armour. This seemed to be him proving himself wrong.
“150 Million! Cash!”
The only sound was the the girl`s nails digging into the hard wooden floor. Nails breaking. Blood flowing. Crimson red, burning alabaster-like skin. He sighed. This was going to be a long day. Without further invitation he got on the stage and grabbed her wrist while fat-guy #2 was freed her ankle.
“Come on girl, you have to walk. I obviously can’t carry you…”
The first thing he noticed about her was that she never met his eyes. She barely moved at all. Just a little nod as she followed him out of the building, not even trying to cover herself.
Without thinking he pushed her on the backseat of his black Lexus. She crawled into a corner, almost as if she would be able to hide from him. The thing that she would have to learn about him was, that he was a master in hide and seek.
The drive home was attended by her whimpers. A smirk crossed his features. This was the sadistic side of him.
She fell on her knees right after he’d closed the door behind them. First he thought she fainted, but instead shaking hands were beginning to open his belt.
“What the fuck…?
“Well, that’s what you bought me for isn’t it?”
She had the sweetest voice he’d ever heard. A few stupid verdicts crossed his mind. Angels and sappy lullabies.
“Hell no!”
She sat on her heels, dumbfounded, and looked up at him. For a person like her it was hard to understand him. He roughly grabbed her wrist, leaving dark purple marks. The funny thing was that she didn’t even try to fight him. It was his need to make her understand where she belonged.
He pushed her to the ground beneath the bed. Sighing he sat down.
“Do never touch me without permission. Understood?”
She nodded. Obedient lambkin.
His hands ran up underneath her arms, and he dragged her across the bed, until she lay across it diagonally. He studied her face, looking for a mole or any bruise. But nothing. Just perfect skin.
“Spread you legs…”
She did, not daring to say a word.
Nodding he burried his marred thigh between her legs, swallowing the warmth between them. It seemed like she was waiting for something to happen. He chuckled against her neck, biting down, leaving another mark.
“Now sleep…”
“I…”
“Never talk without permission. More rules tomorrow.”
She tensed but then… nothing… somewhere in between she must have lost consciousness.
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Character/Pairing: House/Cameron
Beta: All-I-Need@ff.net Thank you so much. =)
Summary: He bought her at an auction. It wasn't like he planned it but now she's his, even though he can't figure out what to do with her.
Disclaimer: The characters herein belong to fox, DS. No copyright infringement is intended.
These Silent Screams
In his life he’d been with many gorgeous women. Most of them nearly a lifetime younger than him. But her… She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Snow white - almost translucent - skin, eyes like a kaleidoscope. If he believed in sappy things like love at the first sight, it would’ve been like this. Blood rushing through his veins into his groin. He shifted uncomfortably, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, savouring her taste - or at least how he imagined she would taste like. Salty. Flowery. Like used drugs and empty promises. The heavy chain wrapped around her ankle made the perfect skin around the metal red and sore. He wanted to kill these bastards for hurting this art work. Rip out their hearts and have them for breakfast. It wasn’t like he’d never done it before.
Her head was bent down, an almost humble gesture. He asked himself how he’d feel with her kneeling in front of him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what power was but this was different. With her kissing his feet and touching his hand. It was an oxymoron, this thing with him and her. He swallowed hard.
Bourbon…
Dry.
Tasty.
Cool.
She was almost naked, wearing nothing but a white button down and a glassy expression. Clearly drugged. He grinned. How much is a human life worth? His thumb traced across the wood of his cane. When he closed his eyes he could feel her under his fingertips. He groaned almost soundlessly. She had to be his.
With time passing and alcohol level increasing the bids became ridiculously high. It was long past midnight when one of the fat guys with higher weight than IQ pulled her on the stage. Violent. Relentless. Merciless.
“Allison Jane Cameron. 19, College student.”
There was a murmur amongst the crowd and suddenly everything was silent. She looked like she was going to throw up any second but in the end she was still the most beautiful thing each of them had ever seen.
He led the bids wash over him until a guy who could be *his* father made his offer. The thought of him touching her was like pickles on a sandwich. He sighed and drummed his fingers on the table. Impatience. Somebody gasped and went silent for a moment, and he could just imagine them sitting there with their heads spinning. A noise from behind him brought his gaze up from the cool grain of his table. He blinked.
“100 Million $!” There was a pause and an awkward silence when some of the younger people saw him. Someone behind him was mumbling. He sighed. He would’ve never pegged himself for a knight in shining armour. This seemed to be him proving himself wrong.
“150 Million! Cash!”
The only sound was the the girl`s nails digging into the hard wooden floor. Nails breaking. Blood flowing. Crimson red, burning alabaster-like skin. He sighed. This was going to be a long day. Without further invitation he got on the stage and grabbed her wrist while fat-guy #2 was freed her ankle.
“Come on girl, you have to walk. I obviously can’t carry you…”
The first thing he noticed about her was that she never met his eyes. She barely moved at all. Just a little nod as she followed him out of the building, not even trying to cover herself.
Without thinking he pushed her on the backseat of his black Lexus. She crawled into a corner, almost as if she would be able to hide from him. The thing that she would have to learn about him was, that he was a master in hide and seek.
The drive home was attended by her whimpers. A smirk crossed his features. This was the sadistic side of him.
She fell on her knees right after he’d closed the door behind them. First he thought she fainted, but instead shaking hands were beginning to open his belt.
“What the fuck…?
“Well, that’s what you bought me for isn’t it?”
She had the sweetest voice he’d ever heard. A few stupid verdicts crossed his mind. Angels and sappy lullabies.
“Hell no!”
She sat on her heels, dumbfounded, and looked up at him. For a person like her it was hard to understand him. He roughly grabbed her wrist, leaving dark purple marks. The funny thing was that she didn’t even try to fight him. It was his need to make her understand where she belonged.
He pushed her to the ground beneath the bed. Sighing he sat down.
“Do never touch me without permission. Understood?”
She nodded. Obedient lambkin.
His hands ran up underneath her arms, and he dragged her across the bed, until she lay across it diagonally. He studied her face, looking for a mole or any bruise. But nothing. Just perfect skin.
“Spread you legs…”
She did, not daring to say a word.
Nodding he burried his marred thigh between her legs, swallowing the warmth between them. It seemed like she was waiting for something to happen. He chuckled against her neck, biting down, leaving another mark.
“Now sleep…”
“I…”
“Never talk without permission. More rules tomorrow.”
She tensed but then… nothing… somewhere in between she must have lost consciousness.