As Insipid As Love
Author's Note: While watching "Revolutions", I was very curious as to what made Smith say "although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love." I could only come to the conclusion that in the interim between "Reloaded" and "Revolutions", he might have actually experienced if not love itself, then something like it.
Now to my story. I decided to write a story that would explore the darker side of Smith's nature that haven't been written about too much up until now, for example: cruelty, tendency of violence (against women), and sexual sadism. I personally think he is capable of these things, when he is frustrated enough or pushed to the limits of his self-control (physical, emotional, tempermental) he is perfectly willing and capable of reacting very violently.
This story is rated R for physical violence (against a woman), some language, adult situations and it has graphic descriptions of rape. If scenes like this bother you, DO NOT read this story. I'm giving this warning out now, so I don't get tons of flames as a result.
Rating: R. M/F, OFC, N/C sex, N/C preg.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything connected with the Matrix.
Summary: Smith becomes emotionally and physically obsessed with a woman and the result of his actions could destroy the Matrix.
Chapter One—Why?
Bronwyn scrubbed herself over and over again with the hottest water she could tolerate in a futile attempt to remove all evidence of Smith's touch, his brutal and lengthy violation of her body.
Too bad scrubbing my skin red and raw can't erase my memories as well, she thought to herself.
She leaned back in her nearly full tub of water and looked at her body through the pink tinged water, satisfied that the bleeding from her torn and bruised vagina had finally stopped. She got out of the tub when the water had cooled and gently dabbed her skin dry with a towel before putting on the long tee- shirt that she usually wore to bed.
Once in her bedroom, she lay on top of the covers, curled up in a fetal position with her knees against her chest and remembered what had happened to her in the last two hours. They were the longest 2 hours of my life, she thought, and they couldn't have been any worse, either.
During her previous occupation as a prostitute not that long ago, she had been raped and beaten by men many times. She knew what had happened tonight was no different from any of the other times, so why is this bothering me so much, she wondered, waiting for the painkillers and sleeping pills she had taken to take effect and the forgetfulness they offered, to begin.
If only I had taken a different way home two days ago, I wouldn't have met Smith and none of this would have happened. Why did he have to do this to me, was Bronwyn's last thought before sleep reached for her at last.
Author's Note: While watching "Revolutions", I was very curious as to what made Smith say "although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love." I could only come to the conclusion that in the interim between "Reloaded" and "Revolutions", he might have actually experienced if not love itself, then something like it.
Now to my story. I decided to write a story that would explore the darker side of Smith's nature that haven't been written about too much up until now, for example: cruelty, tendency of violence (against women), and sexual sadism. I personally think he is capable of these things, when he is frustrated enough or pushed to the limits of his self-control (physical, emotional, tempermental) he is perfectly willing and capable of reacting very violently.
This story is rated R for physical violence (against a woman), some language, adult situations and it has graphic descriptions of rape. If scenes like this bother you, DO NOT read this story. I'm giving this warning out now, so I don't get tons of flames as a result.
Rating: R. M/F, OFC, N/C sex, N/C preg.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything connected with the Matrix.
Summary: Smith becomes emotionally and physically obsessed with a woman and the result of his actions could destroy the Matrix.
Chapter One—Why?
Bronwyn scrubbed herself over and over again with the hottest water she could tolerate in a futile attempt to remove all evidence of Smith's touch, his brutal and lengthy violation of her body.
Too bad scrubbing my skin red and raw can't erase my memories as well, she thought to herself.
She leaned back in her nearly full tub of water and looked at her body through the pink tinged water, satisfied that the bleeding from her torn and bruised vagina had finally stopped. She got out of the tub when the water had cooled and gently dabbed her skin dry with a towel before putting on the long tee- shirt that she usually wore to bed.
Once in her bedroom, she lay on top of the covers, curled up in a fetal position with her knees against her chest and remembered what had happened to her in the last two hours. They were the longest 2 hours of my life, she thought, and they couldn't have been any worse, either.
During her previous occupation as a prostitute not that long ago, she had been raped and beaten by men many times. She knew what had happened tonight was no different from any of the other times, so why is this bothering me so much, she wondered, waiting for the painkillers and sleeping pills she had taken to take effect and the forgetfulness they offered, to begin.
If only I had taken a different way home two days ago, I wouldn't have met Smith and none of this would have happened. Why did he have to do this to me, was Bronwyn's last thought before sleep reached for her at last.