This fanfic was inspired by this story by SigmaTheta which is wonderful s/6180571/1/People-Never-Play-the-Game and also of course by this amazing show : Dollhouse 3 I own nothing as always ! Ps : I really love Topher against anything you may think after reading ;) and sorry for my English it's not great ^^' Enjoy :3
Too far. They had gone too far, that is to say "they", she. It's been a while they had this sort of ritual. This time it started like every else time, she had sneak into his room in the middle of the night and had come to stick to him on the mattress. He didn't react, standing still as if she wasn't even there, he ignored her then she put him on his back and comes on top of him. He moves softly to be somehow more comfortable and finally open his eyes. He look at her with shame, guilt and maybe also a little bit of fear. She hates it. The game had begun. She wants to punish him for everything, for what he did to her and the others and mostly for the lies. He's too weak for the truth. She whisper to him this painful truth he doesn't want to hear close to his ears then when he can no longer stand it and ask her to stop she prefer kiss and bite his ear . She slowly go down along his neck, grazing her teeth across his throat in rhythm with his fast blood beats. He wants to push her away but he waits for her to chooses to go by herself, it's always better this way because if he do they accuse, argue and even shout at eachother. So he waits, but her bites are getting deeper in his flesh, it hurts, Blood start to show. She arrived on his arms when he whine, realizing what he just did he put quickly his hand on his mouth blushing. She straightens, Pressing even more against his thigh to arouse him. She smile but not a happy smile more like a angry one, he stares at her with his wet eyes, it makes her hate him more. She remove for good the duvet and punch him in his ribs as hard as she can, she wants to make sure he suffer. He gasp cause of the pain, and try to roll over putting his hands on the injury to covert it like a protection, he's certain he will have bruises tomorow. She never hit his face, risking that someone the next day see the marks and asks questions or worse send him to the imfirmary. Tears shows up quietly in his eyes, she hits harder. She hates him so much it's not enough pain. So she beat him up over and over again. She was about to give another punch only he catch her wrist, begging her to stop. She pant, look at his chest breathing heavilly and his eyes imploting for pity. He never respond before, he felt responsable and believed he deserve it, everything she do to him. But this time he dared touch her voluntary, how could he dare do this? She respond "you are not supose to touch me and even less talk to me, move your hand and shut your mouth now", He did and squeeze his eyes shut trying to ignore pain. She hate him, no it's more than that, more than hate, she wants to hurt him, really hurt him. So in a burst of rage she put her finger around his neck and tighten them slowly until the silence filled completelly the room. She pull away her hand to see profond contusions on his throat. He stopped breathing a moment ago. No, he couldn't, he has no right to leave her here alone. She needed help but how explain to the others what happened. She just couldn't. She try to revive his heart once, twice and the third time he finally cough. She fall on the cold ground next to him, his pulse his low but it's there. Now she must go, she would come back tomorow "find" him, tell others she did at least and check how he is. She know he won't talk, he didn't even tried to fight back. She won't either but she know it was the last night.