More of Z's Pain
Z and Adam are good subject matter for me, I think. I enjoy the flux of their story. You've already seen one of their encounters through a photo story but to recap: Adam has claimed Z as his "pet" and his slave. He has been mercilessly abusing and torturing her at regular intervals to keep her afraid and for his own sadistic pleasure. August is the only one who knows, though even he only knows that someone is hurting her not who or to what extent. This time I tackled them in writing. Just a short bit.
Her boot heels clicked on the pavement and echoed into the dark neighborhood. She drew the soft fabric of August’s sweatshirt tighter around her shoulders to fight off the chill in the autumn air. Internally she chided herself, knowing she had been in Ohio too long and had forgotten what real cold was.
The steps were automatic, following a well beaten path towards home. Before she knew it she was at her front door, hardly remembering the three mile trip from the night club. Four-letter words spilled from her mouth as she dropped her keys, fingers already numb from the wind. Pushing the door open with her hip she stepped inside, her ginger tabby rushing to greet her.
As the door clicked shut behind her she knew that she wasn’t alone in the dark living room. Searching the darkness she could see no one but the feeling was there, terror blossoming in her stomach white hot. Before her fingers could find the light switch his hands found her.
Fingers, small but deadly strong, closed on her throat and forced her back against the door. The clouds outside parted for an instance, letting a beam of moonlight fall through the window to catch the red irises aflame. Z’s breath caught in her chest as her brother shot her a humorless smile, cold and cruel.
Claws scratched over the tight skin but left no mark. Adam was much too smart for that. He ripped instead at her shirt, leaving scattered scraps of cloth and her bare chest. A soft cry escaped her as she stood trembling before him.
“Why do you cry? Isn’t this just what you wanted? Dress like a whore and that’s what you are.” He cackled as his hand clamped over her copious breast hard enough that she squirmed from the pain. “But you’re mine, sister dear. You mustn’t forget.” His tone was that of a teacher lecturing a disobedient pupil.
“You’ll never let me forget.” Again that insidious laugh. She had to turn her head away; she couldn’t stand to look at him. Adam would not allow such insolence, however. The blow sent her sprawling to the floor and she cowered there, awaiting another.
With a haughty sniff he turned away, stretching himself over the sofa with the delicate air of refinement he had so carefully perfected. Tears slid down her cheeks and she wondered for the thousandth time where her little brother had gone, when this monster had appeared to take his place.
“Come here.” His eyes were locked on her, so terribly black but for the two burning circles.
She obeyed without hesitation for she felt she had no other choice. She crawled until she could sit at his feet, eyes downcast to hide her tears. He ripped the sweatshirt from her, casting it aside with apparent disgust.
“Your incompetence never fails to astound me, Susanna. I thought surely that with our fool brother away you would at least turn to one of the vampires for help.” Her muscles tightened as he gave her another command, “Stand,” and began to pull the leather miniskirt down her thighs. “I didn’t think you would ever be so dense as to trust the junkie to be your savior.”
The tears fell in earnest now but Adam took no notice. Clawed fingers probed her with no hint of tenderness but in no rush, either. He never looked away from her eyes as he felt her grow wet from his touch. A crooked smirk drew across his face as his claws dug into her soft inner walls and she wailed her agony out into the darkness. He made wounds that no one would be able to see and relished in it.
Withdrawing his hand he tested the blood on his claws with a serpent’s tongue then spat it back at her. Her anguished sobs just drew more laughter from him as he unzipped his own pants. He was rigid and ready for her but she knew all too well he had no real attraction to her.
Without awaiting the order she knew was coming she climbed atop him, straddling his erection without looking at him. His snarl was inhuman and so full of hatred and fury that she tried to pull away but his hands clasped both her shoulders and forced her down onto his length.
Each deep stroke was excruciating, reopening her wounds and coating them both with blood. His eyes burned into her and she cried until she had nothing left. Her breathing became ragged and after what seemed an eternity he threw her away from him and onto the floor. There she curled into herself and shook uncontrollably while he composed himself, grabbing his heavy leather jacket from the armchair nearby. He paused at the door to look back at her, eyes already having returned to their normal lurid green.
“He will never be able to save you, you know. It would have been the same with any of the others but choosing him has made this all the easier for me. Know now how abysmally you have failed in escaping my grasp, and always will. I have marked you as mine, and mine you shall remain.”
As he slammed the door shut behind him she reached for the back of her neck, fingers tracing the mark freshly healed there. It was a circle within a circle, his eye always on her. She cursed him and the hell he put her through at every opportunity.
But he that’s where he’s come from isn’t it? She mused on this a moment and it came to her, an epiphany of what horrors yet awaited her. Yes, he comes from Hell. And when he finally kills me that is where he’ll dragged my damned soul. There I can’t get away from him, there I will be his… forever.
She dragged herself across the floor, grabbing at August’s sweatshirt and pulling it around her naked body. She prayed for the first time in many years, prayed that Adam was wrong and that she had chosen her savior rightly.
Her boot heels clicked on the pavement and echoed into the dark neighborhood. She drew the soft fabric of August’s sweatshirt tighter around her shoulders to fight off the chill in the autumn air. Internally she chided herself, knowing she had been in Ohio too long and had forgotten what real cold was.
The steps were automatic, following a well beaten path towards home. Before she knew it she was at her front door, hardly remembering the three mile trip from the night club. Four-letter words spilled from her mouth as she dropped her keys, fingers already numb from the wind. Pushing the door open with her hip she stepped inside, her ginger tabby rushing to greet her.
As the door clicked shut behind her she knew that she wasn’t alone in the dark living room. Searching the darkness she could see no one but the feeling was there, terror blossoming in her stomach white hot. Before her fingers could find the light switch his hands found her.
Fingers, small but deadly strong, closed on her throat and forced her back against the door. The clouds outside parted for an instance, letting a beam of moonlight fall through the window to catch the red irises aflame. Z’s breath caught in her chest as her brother shot her a humorless smile, cold and cruel.
Claws scratched over the tight skin but left no mark. Adam was much too smart for that. He ripped instead at her shirt, leaving scattered scraps of cloth and her bare chest. A soft cry escaped her as she stood trembling before him.
“Why do you cry? Isn’t this just what you wanted? Dress like a whore and that’s what you are.” He cackled as his hand clamped over her copious breast hard enough that she squirmed from the pain. “But you’re mine, sister dear. You mustn’t forget.” His tone was that of a teacher lecturing a disobedient pupil.
“You’ll never let me forget.” Again that insidious laugh. She had to turn her head away; she couldn’t stand to look at him. Adam would not allow such insolence, however. The blow sent her sprawling to the floor and she cowered there, awaiting another.
With a haughty sniff he turned away, stretching himself over the sofa with the delicate air of refinement he had so carefully perfected. Tears slid down her cheeks and she wondered for the thousandth time where her little brother had gone, when this monster had appeared to take his place.
“Come here.” His eyes were locked on her, so terribly black but for the two burning circles.
She obeyed without hesitation for she felt she had no other choice. She crawled until she could sit at his feet, eyes downcast to hide her tears. He ripped the sweatshirt from her, casting it aside with apparent disgust.
“Your incompetence never fails to astound me, Susanna. I thought surely that with our fool brother away you would at least turn to one of the vampires for help.” Her muscles tightened as he gave her another command, “Stand,” and began to pull the leather miniskirt down her thighs. “I didn’t think you would ever be so dense as to trust the junkie to be your savior.”
The tears fell in earnest now but Adam took no notice. Clawed fingers probed her with no hint of tenderness but in no rush, either. He never looked away from her eyes as he felt her grow wet from his touch. A crooked smirk drew across his face as his claws dug into her soft inner walls and she wailed her agony out into the darkness. He made wounds that no one would be able to see and relished in it.
Withdrawing his hand he tested the blood on his claws with a serpent’s tongue then spat it back at her. Her anguished sobs just drew more laughter from him as he unzipped his own pants. He was rigid and ready for her but she knew all too well he had no real attraction to her.
Without awaiting the order she knew was coming she climbed atop him, straddling his erection without looking at him. His snarl was inhuman and so full of hatred and fury that she tried to pull away but his hands clasped both her shoulders and forced her down onto his length.
Each deep stroke was excruciating, reopening her wounds and coating them both with blood. His eyes burned into her and she cried until she had nothing left. Her breathing became ragged and after what seemed an eternity he threw her away from him and onto the floor. There she curled into herself and shook uncontrollably while he composed himself, grabbing his heavy leather jacket from the armchair nearby. He paused at the door to look back at her, eyes already having returned to their normal lurid green.
“He will never be able to save you, you know. It would have been the same with any of the others but choosing him has made this all the easier for me. Know now how abysmally you have failed in escaping my grasp, and always will. I have marked you as mine, and mine you shall remain.”
As he slammed the door shut behind him she reached for the back of her neck, fingers tracing the mark freshly healed there. It was a circle within a circle, his eye always on her. She cursed him and the hell he put her through at every opportunity.
But he that’s where he’s come from isn’t it? She mused on this a moment and it came to her, an epiphany of what horrors yet awaited her. Yes, he comes from Hell. And when he finally kills me that is where he’ll dragged my damned soul. There I can’t get away from him, there I will be his… forever.
She dragged herself across the floor, grabbing at August’s sweatshirt and pulling it around her naked body. She prayed for the first time in many years, prayed that Adam was wrong and that she had chosen her savior rightly.