Faith was looking at something that I couldn't see. Must be from the drugs. Then she fucking screamed, and she didn't stop. I was so startled at first that the knife slipped in my fingers and the tip pushed into that pretty flesh. A single drop of crimson rolled down her cheek like a tear.
Couldn't let her keep making this much noise. Even with the place almost empty, someone would hear her. So I tried to shut her the fuck up. Brought my hand hard against her cheek, but that didn't seem to work. Whatever she was seeing was enough to make her ignore the pain.
This called for more drastic measures. I pulled off another strip of bandage, and the next time she opened her mouth, I used it for a gag, pulling it as tightly as I could. She was still screaming, but it was muffled. "Faith, calm the fuck down, or I'm going to make you calm down." No response.
So be it. I let the knife drop down on the bed and covered her mouth with one hand before pinching her nostrils shut with the other. The result was quite impressive. She was getting no air at all now. Her body pushed up against mine, but I wasn't going to move. I waited until her face turned a very angry shade of red before letting go.
"That was a very stupid fucking thing to do. I'm going to have to punish you now." I tied her other wrist to the bed, making the knot tighter than it needed to be. No way was I going to let her be free for the night. "Going to make you fucking bleed."
I couldn't stop screaming, no matter what he did. Couldn't even see or feel past the ache, the sharp shiny teeth and glowing angry red eyes. It was right on his shoulder, why didn't he see it? Kicking out desperately, I writhed and bucked underneath him. Yanking on my wrist so hard I was almost afraid I might dislocate it tryin' to pull free. Even when the bandage came crashing into my mouth, I kept screaming muffled hollow screams filling up the room with black music. God, it hurt so much. I wanted to tear his eyes out with my teeth and spit them on the floor.
Just when I thought I might split in two, his fingers pinched my nose shut and clamped over my mouth. Panicked, I tried to breathe but my head just started filling up. So much pressure it hurt and still I tried to scream. Again and again and again until I realized no sound was coming out and my head felt like it weighed a ton. My kicking became even more desperate as I tried to shove him off of me. Tried to move, tried to get free desperately. Because I wanted to live, and I wanted to be free. I wanted to find that beauty again, but sometimes beauty only came through pain. And the only thing that existed in hell was pain.
Finally his fingers let go and I gasped in mouthfulls of air around the gag as he tied my other wrist to the bedpost. No.
"No, please. I'm sorry." I tried to say through the bandage, but it only sounded warbled and muffled. A few frustrated tears mixed with the blood on my face and trickled down my cheek. Angrily I jerked on my wrists again, afraid I might break them but I didn't care. It couldn't hurt worse than this.
I thought I knew what she was trying to say and couldn't bring myself to care. The tears were very nice to see, and pulling on the banages must really be causing her wrists a lot of pain. Looked all pretty like that. She'd look even prettier when I was finished.
Reaching out, I grabbed her chin, twisting her face up. "I would love to hear you scream some more, but I think you've done enough of that. Try not to swallow the gag." She started to squirm and pull on the bandages again, but all that was going to do was make them even tighter.
I moved down her body and lifted up her shirt, looking at the pale flesh. Let my fingers trace over the scar on Faith's stomach where Angel's little bitch of a Slayer had stabbed her. "Going to make you pretty. Don't move while I do this, or it'll mess the picture up. Hate to have the knife go in too far."
She went very still when I said that. Good girl. This was going to hurt, but she'd been very bad. I was about to press the tip to her skin when there was a knock at the door. With a growl, I got off the bed, putting the knife behind my back. It had better not be the police.
I opened the door and saw a guy in sweatpants standing there. "I'm from the room over there. Heard some screams, wanted to make sure eveyrthing was okay." He stuck his head in the door and I grabbed his arm, dragging him inside.
Brought him over to the bed where Faith was and smiled. "See? Nothing to be woried about." He started to say something and I stabbed the knife deep into his gut, twisting it as hard as I could. Pulled it out and stabbed him repeatedly until he collapsed on top of Faith. I could hear her screaming against the gag again and shoved him to the floor. "See what you made me do? This is your fault."
My eyes went wide when I heard someone at the door. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel small beads of sweat dripping down the back of my neck. Suddenly I went very still and quiet because for as terrifying as Angelus was? The thought of cops finding us was even scarier. Didn't wanna go back, wanted to be outta here, didn't wanna go back, wanted them to rescue me, didn't wanna go back. I couldn't make up my mind. I was almost relieved when some random guy walked up to the bed and gave me a look. He opened his mouth to say something and I clenched my eyes shut because I knew what was gonna happen.
I could hear the knife slide cleanly through him abdomen like butter, over and over and over again. I remembered that sound really fucking well considering I'd done my fair share of killing, not to mention gettin' stabbed in the gut myself. Finally I couldn't help myself, and I opened my eyes to see Angelus stab him one more time. Pale eyes wide and empty before his dead body collapsed right on top of me. A few trickles of blood dripped from the corners of his lips and fell onto my throat.
Opening my mouth I started to scream again, loudly and wildly trying to push him off of me. Yanking on my wrists, the entire headboard slammed against the wall with the pressure.
Finally he pushed the body off of me and it fell to the floor with a thud. He still had that knife in his hand and suddenly I was feeling less scared and more pissed off. The demon had gone away, but I think it just disappeared into me, into my skin. I could feel it cold and hot at the same time, tingling down my spine.
"You son of a bitch!" I tried to yell at him, kicking out again I hit him in the arm, forcing him to drop the knife. My other leg quickly shot out and my foot slammed right into the family jewels. He gasped and grabbed his junk before falling to his knees. Fucker. Things were blurred because my senses weren't what they were supposed to be. Kept seein' things, but things got more clear and he wasn't doin' anything to me that hadn't been done to me before.
Couldn't let her keep making this much noise. Even with the place almost empty, someone would hear her. So I tried to shut her the fuck up. Brought my hand hard against her cheek, but that didn't seem to work. Whatever she was seeing was enough to make her ignore the pain.
This called for more drastic measures. I pulled off another strip of bandage, and the next time she opened her mouth, I used it for a gag, pulling it as tightly as I could. She was still screaming, but it was muffled. "Faith, calm the fuck down, or I'm going to make you calm down." No response.
So be it. I let the knife drop down on the bed and covered her mouth with one hand before pinching her nostrils shut with the other. The result was quite impressive. She was getting no air at all now. Her body pushed up against mine, but I wasn't going to move. I waited until her face turned a very angry shade of red before letting go.
"That was a very stupid fucking thing to do. I'm going to have to punish you now." I tied her other wrist to the bed, making the knot tighter than it needed to be. No way was I going to let her be free for the night. "Going to make you fucking bleed."
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Just when I thought I might split in two, his fingers pinched my nose shut and clamped over my mouth. Panicked, I tried to breathe but my head just started filling up. So much pressure it hurt and still I tried to scream. Again and again and again until I realized no sound was coming out and my head felt like it weighed a ton. My kicking became even more desperate as I tried to shove him off of me. Tried to move, tried to get free desperately. Because I wanted to live, and I wanted to be free. I wanted to find that beauty again, but sometimes beauty only came through pain. And the only thing that existed in hell was pain.
Finally his fingers let go and I gasped in mouthfulls of air around the gag as he tied my other wrist to the bedpost. No.
"No, please. I'm sorry." I tried to say through the bandage, but it only sounded warbled and muffled. A few frustrated tears mixed with the blood on my face and trickled down my cheek. Angrily I jerked on my wrists again, afraid I might break them but I didn't care. It couldn't hurt worse than this.
"I'm sorry!"
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Reaching out, I grabbed her chin, twisting her face up. "I would love to hear you scream some more, but I think you've done enough of that. Try not to swallow the gag." She started to squirm and pull on the bandages again, but all that was going to do was make them even tighter.
I moved down her body and lifted up her shirt, looking at the pale flesh. Let my fingers trace over the scar on Faith's stomach where Angel's little bitch of a Slayer had stabbed her. "Going to make you pretty. Don't move while I do this, or it'll mess the picture up. Hate to have the knife go in too far."
She went very still when I said that. Good girl. This was going to hurt, but she'd been very bad. I was about to press the tip to her skin when there was a knock at the door. With a growl, I got off the bed, putting the knife behind my back. It had better not be the police.
I opened the door and saw a guy in sweatpants standing there. "I'm from the room over there. Heard some screams, wanted to make sure eveyrthing was okay." He stuck his head in the door and I grabbed his arm, dragging him inside.
Brought him over to the bed where Faith was and smiled. "See? Nothing to be woried about." He started to say something and I stabbed the knife deep into his gut, twisting it as hard as I could. Pulled it out and stabbed him repeatedly until he collapsed on top of Faith. I could hear her screaming against the gag again and shoved him to the floor. "See what you made me do? This is your fault."
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I could hear the knife slide cleanly through him abdomen like butter, over and over and over again. I remembered that sound really fucking well considering I'd done my fair share of killing, not to mention gettin' stabbed in the gut myself. Finally I couldn't help myself, and I opened my eyes to see Angelus stab him one more time. Pale eyes wide and empty before his dead body collapsed right on top of me. A few trickles of blood dripped from the corners of his lips and fell onto my throat.
Opening my mouth I started to scream again, loudly and wildly trying to push him off of me. Yanking on my wrists, the entire headboard slammed against the wall with the pressure.
Finally he pushed the body off of me and it fell to the floor with a thud. He still had that knife in his hand and suddenly I was feeling less scared and more pissed off. The demon had gone away, but I think it just disappeared into me, into my skin. I could feel it cold and hot at the same time, tingling down my spine.
"You son of a bitch!" I tried to yell at him, kicking out again I hit him in the arm, forcing him to drop the knife. My other leg quickly shot out and my foot slammed right into the family jewels. He gasped and grabbed his junk before falling to his knees. Fucker. Things were blurred because my senses weren't what they were supposed to be. Kept seein' things, but things got more clear and he wasn't doin' anything to me that hadn't been done to me before.
I was a survivor.
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