I screamed so loud I thought my whole head would explode when I heard that pop. A flare of bright red stinging pain shooting all up and down my arm and back into my shoulder again. Stopped me from yanking the fucking headboard right off the bed and clocking him with it. So full of fucking anger I knew I could muster up that much strength. I'd fucking kill him, all of my anger was fueled as I glared up at him. His fingers squeezed my shoulder and I screamed again as his fists pounded into my ribs.
Breathing hard I glared at him through dark hair as he smiled down at me. I couldn't even see Angel anymore, only him. Hated him so much, I could feel it in every nerve of my whole body and I suddenly didn't give a shit what he threatened me with.
"I'll fucking kill you, you cocksucker!" I yelled through the bandage, pulling my wrists, broken shoulder and all as hard as I could, letting the headboard crash back into the wall. "Fucking stab you to death!" He squeezed down on my shoulder again and I screamed, tears flooding my eyes as I glared up at him. All I could see was red, if he let me out I'd scratch his eyes out of his head, I'd tear his dick right off.
It didn't matter what I did to her, she was still going to fight me every step of the way. But I'd find something that worked, just had to practice a lot first. I was wide awake now, which gave me all night to play. Faith wanted to kill me, I could see it in her eyes, almost make out the words she was shrieking in my direction. But she'd want me to hurt first. So much like me, even if she didn't believe it.
I squeezed her shoulder when she said something, and relished the scream. "Going to play some more now. You're so much fun." She shot me a look so full of hatred that it made my heart sing. I turned back to the medical bag and started to get some things out, lining them up on the little table next to the bed.
Grabbing the roll of medical tape, I climbed onto the bed. Pulled off a strip and snapped it in half. "We're going to try something new. You'll hate it." Took her face in my hand and stuck one piece over her left eye, using it as a mini blindfold. I did the same to her right and then held very still. She wouldn't know what I was doing until it was too late.
Without warning, my fist slammed into her damaged shoulder. She bucked off the bed, letting out a scream so loud that I thought she was going to hurt her throat. "See? It's time to play." I got off the bed and walked into the bathroom for a moment, looking at the tub there. No, that would be too evil. Besides, she wasn't tied up enough for that game. That could be for tomorrow night's fun.
Found a hairdryer and brought it back to where she was. Using the knife, I cut the cord in half and grabbed her ankle. I tied one end of the cord to her leg and the other to the bed post. Did it to the other ankle and made sure the knots were very tight. She looked good all tied up and beaten. Now I could work on my design like I'd planned.
I got back up on the bed and peeled her shirt up, touching each of the bruises hard enough to make her gasp. "So pretty. But those will go away. Have to make sure you don't forget me." I ran the tip of the knife slowly down her skin, just light enough for her to feel it without leaving a mark. She'd always remember this.
I couldn't see shit when his fist slammed into my shoulder, another loud scream filling up the room as I pulled against the bandages again. Surprised I hadn't dislocated the other one while I was at it, tryin' so hard to get loose. Fluttering my eyes, I tried to pull against the tape, but it stuck to my eyelashes and held in place. That fucking son of a bitch, I'd slit his throat while he was sleeping. Didn't give a shit who he looked like, or whether or not Angel was still in there somewhere.
It's the way you did it that he'll remember forever. Not just the scars you put on his flesh, but the ones you put into his mind and soul. I doubt he ever would have forgotten what happened in Sunnydale, but you carved it deep. Could hear him down the hall sometimes, late at night. Gasping, moaning, talking in his sleep. He won't ever forget you.
No, he was right. Wesley would never forget me, would remember my name long after he'd forgotten all the others. He'd see my face in his nightmares for the rest of his miserable fucking life. Was he tryin' to prove some kinda point here, because it was really hard to learn anything through the blinding pain and rage of a dislocated shoulder.
I stopped trying to pull free when his knife scraped across my midsection. Almost held my breath for a second as I swallowed hard over the lump in my throat. Now I was sorry all over again, so fucking sorry.
Clenching my jaw, I bit down hard as I felt the knife dig into my skin. Right over that same scar B had already left on me. That was hers and I wanted to glare at him again. I'd never forget him, in the way you'd never forget someone who locked you in the trunk of a car for three hours. Almost smirked thinkin' about how I'd stabbed him earlier. Next time I was goin' for his neck.
I almost thought about adding my own slice to the scar she already had, but then it wouldn't totally be mine. No, that would never do. I pulled the blade back out and tapped it against my teeth for a second. Oh, I know what I want to do. "Do not move, Faith. I'm not going to even try to stop the bleeding if you do."
Shifted my weight on the bed and I saw her entire body go very tense. Then I bent down and got to work. Knew exactly what I wanted and how it should look. We'd always been very good at drawing and this was almost like drawing into her flesh. My tongue was between my teeth while I carved.
The knife split her flesh over and over, lines connecting to form a picture. Every time the blood covered it up, I'd swipe my fingers across it, wiping them off on the bed and beginning again. She was gasping and trying so hard not to move. "Almost done." A couple more lines, a little twist of the knife point and it was finished. My own little work of art on the canvas that was Faith's body.
"You were very good." My blood covered fingers came up, sliding over her cheek. I looked down at the still bleeding wound and then slapped it as hard as I could with the palm of my hand. It made such a delightful splattering sound that I did it again and again until I thought I heard her ask me to stop.
Raising an eyebrow she couldn't see, I chuckled. "No." I should really cover the wound up soon before she lost too much blood, but it was just so pretty, all red and leaking. Slapped it again and then ground the heel of my hand against it. Oh, that was a very good scream. Almost gave me fucking chills.
"Faithy, I need you to focus for a second. Block out the pain and listen to me." She was breathing so hard, I could hear the air being pulled into her lungs. "Have you had enough for the night? Just nod your head. If not, I'll keep going until you pass out. Might even wake you up and start again." I brought my fingers to the wound and pressed down hard. "Had enough yet?"
Straining against the bandages I could feel his hand slapping my skin, it made a sickening sound as the blood splattered up. God, I just wanted it to stop for five seconds. "Stop! Fucking stop!" I screamed through the gag, as I tried to yank myself out of the ties holding me down. Fucking bastard! I'd never hated anyone as much as I hated him right then.
He asked me to focus and it was wicked hard, because I couldn't see shit and everything just hurt so much. Couldn't remember the last time anything hurt this badly. Swallowing hard again I sucked in a few more mouthfulls of air before I nodded slowly. I'd had enough and then some, everything hurt so bad. He said he wasn't gonna ruin it, but he fucking did. Only thing keepin' me together was that look on his face when I'd stabbed him. That was real, real like this only not as bad.
"Yes." Yes, I'd had enough you fucking pussy. Had to tie me up to beat me. I remembered that from somewhere, wasn't afraid to let me out and fight back. Not that I had much fight in me these days, but I would've scratched his eyes out by now. Tried to concentrate on the pretty pictures on the inside of my eyelids as my heart finally slowed down it's frantic pounding. My back sank into the mattress, and I considered holding my breath but decided against it. Passing out didn't seem that bad suddenly, but if I got loose I was gonna set his whole fucking world on fire. He wouldn't even know what hit him. Hatred pounding through me so hard I could barely even take it.
Pressing my tongue against the bandage, I managed to push it half way out of my mouth, letting it loose somewhere around my chin.
"Please. Just stop. I'll do whatever you want." And that time? I was sincere.
I win this round. There's a smile on my face when she asks me to stop. Guess I should do it then. I moved up the bed and sat next to her head, reaching out and slowly working the tape off of her eyelids. Have to be careful, or those pretty little eyelashes will all come off. When her eyes are free, she blinks a lot and then looks down her body at the wound. It's bleeding quite a bit, but I totally ignore that.
"Look at me." Her face tilted and I smiled again. "You'll do whatever I want?" Tiny nod. "Anything?" Very wary look followed by a nod so small that I barely saw it. "So if I told you to suck my cock right now, you'd do it?" The look on her face made me laugh. There was so much rage inside of her. I'd helped to fuel that fire. Now all I needed to do was teach her how to fight again and she'd almost be her old self.
"Darla taught me a trick when I was first turned. All that rage you're feeling right now, the way you want to just rise up from that bed and stab me through the throat, you can harness it and make yourself stronger. Do you want to be strong again? I can teach you things."
I moved back down next to her stomach and looked at the wound. "That's going to be such a pretty picture when it finally heals." Should probably put a bandage on it or something, but part of me doesn't give a fuck. Fuck? Oh right.
"I want you to suck my cock, and I swear to the gods that if you bite me, it will be your last action on this planet. No more games, no more letting you live. The knife will slit your throat and you can choke to death on your own blood." I think she saw I meant it too. "First though, I'd cut your eyes out and remove your tongue."
My hand hovered over the wound and she flinched. What I really wanted to do was punch it as hard as I could, just to hear the sound and make her scream. "If you do a good enough job, I'll clean up the wound on your stomach before it gets infected or you bleed to death." I smiled again, and I swear the hate in her eyes doubled.
Glancing down at the bloody scratches on my stomach after he'd removed the tape I could barely even make out what it was he had etched into my skin. Was that....naw, that couldn't be a fuckin' butterfly. Pussy tied me up and then etched a butterfly into my fucking skin. Rage flooded through my veins like nothin' I'd ever felt for anyone ever before.
Nodding at him, slowly it dawned on me that he was gonna do the same fucking thing that everyone else had always done to me. Fucking bastard! I wanted to kill him. He was just like everyone else. Oh Faithy, I want you to be free and now I'm gonna treat you like the worthless whore you are. He was so full of shit, and I hated like decay eating at my flesh and bones. My stomach and my broken shoulder throbbed, sending red hot fire through my body. God, it hurt so good. Wanted to fucking kill him. Been so long since I tasted hatred like this.
He wanted me to suck him off? I'd sooner bite it off than give him even a fucking second of bliss. Everyone was good at something, and I'd always been good at givin' head. Until I used my teeth. I'd rather bleed to death on the bed then give him that. Somehow I thought that he was testing me again, but I never could be sure with him. Always testing me, hated him so much. I'd test him...with a stake. Sure he wasn't a vampire anymore, but I bet a stake through the heart would still kill the prick.
Was about to spit at him and jerk so hard that I'd break the entire fucking bed. But then I thought that some things weren't always wasted shots.
"Fine. But I need my hands." I said, giving him a pointed look before glancing up and over my head at my wrists, still pinned to the headboard.
Untie her hands. I snorted and it turned into a laugh. Laughed so hard that I doubled over. "Oh sure, I'll just let your hands loose so you can get a death grip on my cock. Sounds like a great idea to me!" More laughter. I wiped away a tear when I finally managed to get myself back under control again.
I looked at her body and smiled. Had another idea, and I knew she'd like that one even less than my previous thought. "Going to do something, and you can scream all you want, because I don't give a fuck." I moved to the end of the bed and worked on untying the cords on the bedposts that were attached to her ankles.
Grabbed both cords and pulled her legs straight out in front of her before pulling just a little harder, adding pressure to that shoulder again. Then I looped the cords around her legs, pinning them together below the knee. There was still some slack left and I ignored it for now.
Moved back up by her head and undid the bandage that held her good arm. I started to turn Faith's body over on her side and she began to struggle against me. That's a little hard to do when you've got no leverage from your legs, and all your weight is slowly adding to a damaged shoulder. I held her on her side while my hand reached down and grabbed the cords from her legs. Pulled her legs up behind her, tying the bandage to them.
"Look at that. All hog-tied and lying on your shoulder. Bet that hurts like a son of a bitch. Be even worse by morning." I gave her face a little slap. Getting off the bed, I grabbed some gauze and went to the bathroom for a wet cloth, leaving her swearing and screaming on the bed. There wasn't anyone left to hear her other than the guy who owned the place, and he would be in bed by now.
When I came back, I cleaned up the wound, making sure to press extra hard against it every time I ran my fingers over the damaged skin. Then I put on the gauze and taped it on. "That should keep you from bleeding to death." A yawn escaped me. "If I feel nice, I'll untie you when I wake up." With a smile, I crawled over her body and sprawled myself on the bed behind her back. I let my fingers run along her good shoulder as I closed my eyes. She was so much more fun than I thought she'd be, and we hadn't even started yet.
"You probably would like it, you sick fuck!" I barely got out before he was yanking my legs down so hard it made my shoulder groan under the weight. He looped the cord around my legs and suddenly I realized what he was doing as he started to untie my hand and roll me over onto my shoulder. It took the brunt of all my weight and more stabbing pain ran up and down my arm. "Fuck!" I yelled out again, as he tied my arm to my feet so I couldn't fight back at all.
"Let me go, you fucking bastard!" I yelled as loud as I could as he disappeared into the bathroom. "They're gonna find you and I hope they fucking kill you! Couldn't even yank on the bandages anymore because I could barely even keep my balance, my shoulder hurt so bad. "Let me go, you afraid to take me on without tying me up? LET ME GO!" I screamed again and struggled briefly before automatically stilling and getting quiet as he came out with a cloth to clean up the blood dripping onto the bedspread of the cheap motel bed.
Setting my jaw hard I watched him as he ground it into my skin, hissed as he roughly cleaned the blood and slapped a bandage onto my skin. Then he practically vaulted over me and laid behind me. His fingertips brushed over my good arm and I instantly recoiled from his touch. He didn't get to fucking touch me, even if everyone else got a turn. He already got his, 'cept it wasn't meant for him, now was it? All for Angel...wherever he was.
Angrily I tried to jerk my feet out so I could kick him but my arm wouldn't let them get that far. Fuck.
"I hate you." I growled out, my voice quiet and dangerous low. "You're fucking psychotic, you know that? Fucking crazy."
"Good." Faith needed to hate me, it was the only way to help her change into something else, something strong again. She just didn't know it yet. I chuckled. "People keep telling me that. I'm mad as a march hare, mad as a hatter, and I've got bats in my belfry." I glanced over at her, snickering as she tried to kick me.
"You keep trying to kick me, and you'll end up on your back, stretching that shoulder of yours out. Your limbs will be trapped under your body, slowly going numb." Looked over at the clock. "I give it three hours before you can't feel anything any more. Another two and you might actually start losing the use of your limbs. Don't even get me started about that shoulder. If we don't pop it back into place in the morning... well you can do a lot of things one handed. Just ask Lindsey." I laughed.
"In the morning, I'll stretch you out, see if you can move. Then you're getting tied the fuck back up and stuck in the trunk. See how frisky you are after eight hours in there with no food or water. We'll be hitting desert soon, it'll be very hot." Going to break her so I can remake her. Mine, all mine.
Sighing deeply, all the fight just went out of me. Frustrated tears trailed down my face and stuck between my skin and the pillow my face was half pressed into. What did he want from me? Why wasn't I just already dead? Did he really get off on pain that much? I understood it to a certain extent but then it went way over my head. Why hadn't he killed me back at the gas station? Instead I was gonna look forward to another day of bein' tied up and locked in the trunk. No. I'd go crazy, I'd scratch all of my skin off. What did he want from me?!
A sob choked in my throat and I was so fucking pissed off about it. I didn't wanna cry, I wanted to be strong, I wanted to kill him. I wanted Angel, the real deal Angel to come marchin' through that fucking door and rescue my ass. Where was he anyway? What had happened to him? I wanted to be worried about him, but half of my rage towards his evil twin was directed at him too. Hated him so much for forgetting about me when I needed him most.
"Hate you so fucking much." I barely muttered out, my entire body throbbing and alive on the mattress. Hurt so bad, I just wanted to die. The pain was freeing because it made me focus too much on me. What I was, and the skin I was trapped in. Wanted to concentrate on killing him, gettin' myself outta this.
Bending my head, dark hair fell into my face and stuck to the tears. Hated him, hated him, hated him. It was like a mantra in my mind, and it was the only thing I could think about. I guessed we had moved onto the breaking part of the night, or maybe we had already hit that point. Fuck if I knew.
A tiny smile was on my lips when I heard that first sob. She was like a butterfly some sick fuck had torn the wings off of. Writhing around in pain, waiting for a foot to come down and finish her off. She'd have a while to wait though. I couldn't kill Faith, she was too much like me. Besides, killing her would make all the fun stop.
I looked over at her body, loving the way it was twisted up. By now she would start be getting the tingles, the limbs starting to scream to be released from the angles they were trapped in. I knew exactly how long you could tie a human up before the damage was too extensive. Faith was shaking just enough to let me know that she was crying.
What I really wanted to do was untie her and hold her close to me, but that wouldn't be a good idea. She'd just fight me again, and I'd end up hurting her even more than she already was. One of these times I was going to snap and she'd end up very broken or even dead. It would be accidental and I'd probably feel bad for a few minutes, but that would be about it.
"Don't roll onto your stomach in your sleep, you'll suffocate under your own weight." With that, I closed my eyes and let myself slowly drift away to the sounds of her ragged breathing. I'd wake up in a couple of hours and see how she was doing. Maybe I wouldn't stick her in the trunk, I'd have to see in the morning.
Breathing hard I glared at him through dark hair as he smiled down at me. I couldn't even see Angel anymore, only him. Hated him so much, I could feel it in every nerve of my whole body and I suddenly didn't give a shit what he threatened me with.
"I'll fucking kill you, you cocksucker!" I yelled through the bandage, pulling my wrists, broken shoulder and all as hard as I could, letting the headboard crash back into the wall. "Fucking stab you to death!" He squeezed down on my shoulder again and I screamed, tears flooding my eyes as I glared up at him. All I could see was red, if he let me out I'd scratch his eyes out of his head, I'd tear his dick right off.
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I squeezed her shoulder when she said something, and relished the scream. "Going to play some more now. You're so much fun." She shot me a look so full of hatred that it made my heart sing. I turned back to the medical bag and started to get some things out, lining them up on the little table next to the bed.
Grabbing the roll of medical tape, I climbed onto the bed. Pulled off a strip and snapped it in half. "We're going to try something new. You'll hate it." Took her face in my hand and stuck one piece over her left eye, using it as a mini blindfold. I did the same to her right and then held very still. She wouldn't know what I was doing until it was too late.
Without warning, my fist slammed into her damaged shoulder. She bucked off the bed, letting out a scream so loud that I thought she was going to hurt her throat. "See? It's time to play." I got off the bed and walked into the bathroom for a moment, looking at the tub there. No, that would be too evil. Besides, she wasn't tied up enough for that game. That could be for tomorrow night's fun.
Found a hairdryer and brought it back to where she was. Using the knife, I cut the cord in half and grabbed her ankle. I tied one end of the cord to her leg and the other to the bed post. Did it to the other ankle and made sure the knots were very tight. She looked good all tied up and beaten. Now I could work on my design like I'd planned.
I got back up on the bed and peeled her shirt up, touching each of the bruises hard enough to make her gasp. "So pretty. But those will go away. Have to make sure you don't forget me." I ran the tip of the knife slowly down her skin, just light enough for her to feel it without leaving a mark. She'd always remember this.
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It's the way you did it that he'll remember forever. Not just the scars you put on his flesh, but the ones you put into his mind and soul. I doubt he ever would have forgotten what happened in Sunnydale, but you carved it deep. Could hear him down the hall sometimes, late at night. Gasping, moaning, talking in his sleep. He won't ever forget you.
No, he was right. Wesley would never forget me, would remember my name long after he'd forgotten all the others. He'd see my face in his nightmares for the rest of his miserable fucking life. Was he tryin' to prove some kinda point here, because it was really hard to learn anything through the blinding pain and rage of a dislocated shoulder.
I stopped trying to pull free when his knife scraped across my midsection. Almost held my breath for a second as I swallowed hard over the lump in my throat. Now I was sorry all over again, so fucking sorry.
Clenching my jaw, I bit down hard as I felt the knife dig into my skin. Right over that same scar B had already left on me. That was hers and I wanted to glare at him again. I'd never forget him, in the way you'd never forget someone who locked you in the trunk of a car for three hours. Almost smirked thinkin' about how I'd stabbed him earlier. Next time I was goin' for his neck.
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Shifted my weight on the bed and I saw her entire body go very tense. Then I bent down and got to work. Knew exactly what I wanted and how it should look. We'd always been very good at drawing and this was almost like drawing into her flesh. My tongue was between my teeth while I carved.
The knife split her flesh over and over, lines connecting to form a picture. Every time the blood covered it up, I'd swipe my fingers across it, wiping them off on the bed and beginning again. She was gasping and trying so hard not to move. "Almost done." A couple more lines, a little twist of the knife point and it was finished. My own little work of art on the canvas that was Faith's body.
"You were very good." My blood covered fingers came up, sliding over her cheek. I looked down at the still bleeding wound and then slapped it as hard as I could with the palm of my hand. It made such a delightful splattering sound that I did it again and again until I thought I heard her ask me to stop.
Raising an eyebrow she couldn't see, I chuckled. "No." I should really cover the wound up soon before she lost too much blood, but it was just so pretty, all red and leaking. Slapped it again and then ground the heel of my hand against it. Oh, that was a very good scream. Almost gave me fucking chills.
"Faithy, I need you to focus for a second. Block out the pain and listen to me." She was breathing so hard, I could hear the air being pulled into her lungs. "Have you had enough for the night? Just nod your head. If not, I'll keep going until you pass out. Might even wake you up and start again." I brought my fingers to the wound and pressed down hard. "Had enough yet?"
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He asked me to focus and it was wicked hard, because I couldn't see shit and everything just hurt so much. Couldn't remember the last time anything hurt this badly. Swallowing hard again I sucked in a few more mouthfulls of air before I nodded slowly. I'd had enough and then some, everything hurt so bad. He said he wasn't gonna ruin it, but he fucking did. Only thing keepin' me together was that look on his face when I'd stabbed him. That was real, real like this only not as bad.
"Yes." Yes, I'd had enough you fucking pussy. Had to tie me up to beat me. I remembered that from somewhere, wasn't afraid to let me out and fight back. Not that I had much fight in me these days, but I would've scratched his eyes out by now. Tried to concentrate on the pretty pictures on the inside of my eyelids as my heart finally slowed down it's frantic pounding. My back sank into the mattress, and I considered holding my breath but decided against it. Passing out didn't seem that bad suddenly, but if I got loose I was gonna set his whole fucking world on fire. He wouldn't even know what hit him. Hatred pounding through me so hard I could barely even take it.
Pressing my tongue against the bandage, I managed to push it half way out of my mouth, letting it loose somewhere around my chin.
"Please. Just stop. I'll do whatever you want." And that time? I was sincere.
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"Look at me." Her face tilted and I smiled again. "You'll do whatever I want?" Tiny nod. "Anything?" Very wary look followed by a nod so small that I barely saw it. "So if I told you to suck my cock right now, you'd do it?" The look on her face made me laugh. There was so much rage inside of her. I'd helped to fuel that fire. Now all I needed to do was teach her how to fight again and she'd almost be her old self.
"Darla taught me a trick when I was first turned. All that rage you're feeling right now, the way you want to just rise up from that bed and stab me through the throat, you can harness it and make yourself stronger. Do you want to be strong again? I can teach you things."
I moved back down next to her stomach and looked at the wound. "That's going to be such a pretty picture when it finally heals." Should probably put a bandage on it or something, but part of me doesn't give a fuck. Fuck? Oh right.
"I want you to suck my cock, and I swear to the gods that if you bite me, it will be your last action on this planet. No more games, no more letting you live. The knife will slit your throat and you can choke to death on your own blood." I think she saw I meant it too. "First though, I'd cut your eyes out and remove your tongue."
My hand hovered over the wound and she flinched. What I really wanted to do was punch it as hard as I could, just to hear the sound and make her scream. "If you do a good enough job, I'll clean up the wound on your stomach before it gets infected or you bleed to death." I smiled again, and I swear the hate in her eyes doubled.
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Nodding at him, slowly it dawned on me that he was gonna do the same fucking thing that everyone else had always done to me. Fucking bastard! I wanted to kill him. He was just like everyone else. Oh Faithy, I want you to be free and now I'm gonna treat you like the worthless whore you are. He was so full of shit, and I hated like decay eating at my flesh and bones. My stomach and my broken shoulder throbbed, sending red hot fire through my body. God, it hurt so good. Wanted to fucking kill him. Been so long since I tasted hatred like this.
He wanted me to suck him off? I'd sooner bite it off than give him even a fucking second of bliss. Everyone was good at something, and I'd always been good at givin' head. Until I used my teeth. I'd rather bleed to death on the bed then give him that. Somehow I thought that he was testing me again, but I never could be sure with him. Always testing me, hated him so much. I'd test him...with a stake. Sure he wasn't a vampire anymore, but I bet a stake through the heart would still kill the prick.
Was about to spit at him and jerk so hard that I'd break the entire fucking bed. But then I thought that some things weren't always wasted shots.
"Fine. But I need my hands." I said, giving him a pointed look before glancing up and over my head at my wrists, still pinned to the headboard.
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I looked at her body and smiled. Had another idea, and I knew she'd like that one even less than my previous thought. "Going to do something, and you can scream all you want, because I don't give a fuck." I moved to the end of the bed and worked on untying the cords on the bedposts that were attached to her ankles.
Grabbed both cords and pulled her legs straight out in front of her before pulling just a little harder, adding pressure to that shoulder again. Then I looped the cords around her legs, pinning them together below the knee. There was still some slack left and I ignored it for now.
Moved back up by her head and undid the bandage that held her good arm. I started to turn Faith's body over on her side and she began to struggle against me. That's a little hard to do when you've got no leverage from your legs, and all your weight is slowly adding to a damaged shoulder. I held her on her side while my hand reached down and grabbed the cords from her legs. Pulled her legs up behind her, tying the bandage to them.
"Look at that. All hog-tied and lying on your shoulder. Bet that hurts like a son of a bitch. Be even worse by morning." I gave her face a little slap. Getting off the bed, I grabbed some gauze and went to the bathroom for a wet cloth, leaving her swearing and screaming on the bed. There wasn't anyone left to hear her other than the guy who owned the place, and he would be in bed by now.
When I came back, I cleaned up the wound, making sure to press extra hard against it every time I ran my fingers over the damaged skin. Then I put on the gauze and taped it on. "That should keep you from bleeding to death." A yawn escaped me. "If I feel nice, I'll untie you when I wake up." With a smile, I crawled over her body and sprawled myself on the bed behind her back. I let my fingers run along her good shoulder as I closed my eyes. She was so much more fun than I thought she'd be, and we hadn't even started yet.
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"Let me go, you fucking bastard!" I yelled as loud as I could as he disappeared into the bathroom. "They're gonna find you and I hope they fucking kill you! Couldn't even yank on the bandages anymore because I could barely even keep my balance, my shoulder hurt so bad. "Let me go, you afraid to take me on without tying me up? LET ME GO!" I screamed again and struggled briefly before automatically stilling and getting quiet as he came out with a cloth to clean up the blood dripping onto the bedspread of the cheap motel bed.
Setting my jaw hard I watched him as he ground it into my skin, hissed as he roughly cleaned the blood and slapped a bandage onto my skin. Then he practically vaulted over me and laid behind me. His fingertips brushed over my good arm and I instantly recoiled from his touch. He didn't get to fucking touch me, even if everyone else got a turn. He already got his, 'cept it wasn't meant for him, now was it? All for Angel...wherever he was.
Angrily I tried to jerk my feet out so I could kick him but my arm wouldn't let them get that far. Fuck.
"I hate you." I growled out, my voice quiet and dangerous low. "You're fucking psychotic, you know that? Fucking crazy."
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"You keep trying to kick me, and you'll end up on your back, stretching that shoulder of yours out. Your limbs will be trapped under your body, slowly going numb." Looked over at the clock. "I give it three hours before you can't feel anything any more. Another two and you might actually start losing the use of your limbs. Don't even get me started about that shoulder. If we don't pop it back into place in the morning... well you can do a lot of things one handed. Just ask Lindsey." I laughed.
"In the morning, I'll stretch you out, see if you can move. Then you're getting tied the fuck back up and stuck in the trunk. See how frisky you are after eight hours in there with no food or water. We'll be hitting desert soon, it'll be very hot." Going to break her so I can remake her. Mine, all mine.
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A sob choked in my throat and I was so fucking pissed off about it. I didn't wanna cry, I wanted to be strong, I wanted to kill him. I wanted Angel, the real deal Angel to come marchin' through that fucking door and rescue my ass. Where was he anyway? What had happened to him? I wanted to be worried about him, but half of my rage towards his evil twin was directed at him too. Hated him so much for forgetting about me when I needed him most.
"Hate you so fucking much." I barely muttered out, my entire body throbbing and alive on the mattress. Hurt so bad, I just wanted to die. The pain was freeing because it made me focus too much on me. What I was, and the skin I was trapped in. Wanted to concentrate on killing him, gettin' myself outta this.
Bending my head, dark hair fell into my face and stuck to the tears. Hated him, hated him, hated him. It was like a mantra in my mind, and it was the only thing I could think about. I guessed we had moved onto the breaking part of the night, or maybe we had already hit that point. Fuck if I knew.
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I looked over at her body, loving the way it was twisted up. By now she would start be getting the tingles, the limbs starting to scream to be released from the angles they were trapped in. I knew exactly how long you could tie a human up before the damage was too extensive. Faith was shaking just enough to let me know that she was crying.
What I really wanted to do was untie her and hold her close to me, but that wouldn't be a good idea. She'd just fight me again, and I'd end up hurting her even more than she already was. One of these times I was going to snap and she'd end up very broken or even dead. It would be accidental and I'd probably feel bad for a few minutes, but that would be about it.
"Don't roll onto your stomach in your sleep, you'll suffocate under your own weight." With that, I closed my eyes and let myself slowly drift away to the sounds of her ragged breathing. I'd wake up in a couple of hours and see how she was doing. Maybe I wouldn't stick her in the trunk, I'd have to see in the morning.
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