Okay, my peeps, those damn plot bunnies have been begging me to write this story, so here it is! Now, I must warn you beforehand: this story contains graphic details of rape, so sensitive people should NOT read this! Now, please enjoy, and don't forget to review!
This chapter is for bluecougar. Without her, I would have no bar to try and reach. Thank you.
Disclaimer: They ain't mine. The only thing in this story that belongs to me is the idea and the villian. Damn.
Alex Eames yawned widely as she stepped into her apartment, grimacing at the clock on the wall that read midnight. After pulling another all day (and better part of the night) stakeout with her partner, she was more than ready to just fall into her warm and inviting bed.
Making sure to lock the door behind her, she dropped her purse and jacket onto the couch, then headed into her bathroom, intent on enjoying a long, hot shower. Stripping herself of the rumpled garments, she adjusted the water until it was as hot as she could stand, then climbed in, enjoying standing beneath the pulsating stream.
Some thirty minutes later, she stepped out of the stall and into her bedroom to find her favorite pair of pajamas. As she rifled through her drawers, a sudden noise made her spin around, and she came face to face with a pair of hauntingly familiar green eyes.
"What the hell?" she shrieked, but he just grinned and raised his arm over her head, bringing the butt of the gun down over her head with a sickening thud.
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When she awoke, the throbbing pain in her skull made her groan, and she felt the bed dip downward as someone sat on it. She felt a calloused hand run through her hair before grabbing it roughly, forcing her to lift her head. She tried to wrench free of his grasp, but he yanked on her hair again, and she cried out despite herself.
"Hello, Alex. We're going to have some fun," he purred, but Alex could detect the venom and animosity in his voice as he forced his lips over hers. As he shoved his tongue into her mouth, she did the only thing she knew to do. With a growl, she bit down on his tongue as hard as she could, smirking with self satisfaction when she tasted the coppery iron of his blood. He cursed and withdrew his bloody tongue, and Alex lost all sense of accomplishment when she felt the cold steel prick her throat.
"Wrong move, bitch," he snarled, pressing the knife against her throat hard enough that a drop of blood trickled down her skin, and she swallowed air. He saw her shudder, and he grinned vilely, withdrawing the knife and running the blade over her throat before leaning over to lick away the thin line of blood. Continuing to smile sadistically at her, he produced a pair of handcuffs and the gun that he had used to render her unconscious some hours ago.
"Lie on your stomach at the head of the bed," he ordered viciously, and Alex shook her head almost violently.
"No," she hissed. He shrugged his shoulders and shoved the knife against her throat again, harder this time, and she found herself losing her own will. With hatred in her eyes, she slowly complied with his demands, laying on her stomach at the head of the bed. The thought occurred to her to scream, to cry for help, to do anything that might attract attention to her apartment and possibly save her life. But as she filled her lungs to do so, she felt the cold steel barrel of the gun as he pressed it to the back of her head.
"One word, one sound, and I'll give the orders for my men to kill your partner," he spat, and Alex froze, her breath hitching in her chest. He smirked proudly at her reaction to his threat, knowing that he had pressed the right button that would force her to comply with his every whim.
Coming to her senses, Alex flipped over and glared at her assailant. "You lay one finger on him, and I'll rip your damn throat out!" she snarled, pointing one shaking finger at his chest. He was amused at her threat, and he simply used his bigger size to his advantage, flipping her back onto her stomach and pinning her down with his knee, quickly snapping the handcuffs over her wrists. Once she was cuffed to the headboard, he pulled his knee out of her back and climbed off of the bed, using the roll of barbed wire to tie her feet to the bed, rendering her defenseless.
Alex felt the barbed wire bite into her ankles, and she sucked in a breath to scream, only to find him forcing a gag into her mouth. She fought as hard as she could, but he just smiled and patted her head before climbing back onto the bed, enjoying the feel of the mattress as it sagged beneath his weight again.
She shivered violently as he ran his hands along her spine, pausing occasionally to give her bottom a harsh squeeze. His hot breath on her neck made her gag, and he ran the cold blade of his knife up and down the length of her entire body.
"We're going to have so much fun, Alex," he murmured in her ear as he straddled her, placing wet kisses to the back of her neck and fondling the underside of her breasts, squeezing them roughly.
After the first time, he pulled out of her and leaned close to her head, grabbing her chin and forcing her to face him. Licking away her salty tears, he kissed her forehead and ran one hand through her tangled hair.
"That was so good, Alex," he whispered sweetly, his hot breath on her face making her gag again. He frowned and stroked her cheek, saying, "But I don't think you enjoyed it. You were much too tense. Why don't we see if we can't fix that?" He retreated to the foot of the bed and produced a long needle, shoving it between her toes. Once the needle's contents had disappeared, he returned the needle to his bag and went back to the head of the bed, where Alex was shivering.
"Are you ready, darlin'?" he whispered silkily as he straddled her once more, ignoring her feeble attempts to shove him off of herself. As he thrusted into her, she shut her eyes and resigned herself to the fact that she was utterly helpless to prevent her own rape. The thrusts grew harder and more painful, and Alex buried her face in her pillow, willing the contents of the needle he had forced into her to work their magic. She didn't even care if it was a lethal dose. She just wanted it to be over with.
Finally the drugs began to take hold, and images of her partner's smiling face flashed before her eyes as everything faded away.
Her last conscious thought before the swirling darkness claimed her was, I'm sorry, Bobby. I love you. Then she knew no more.
Rodney grinned as he felt Alex go limp beneath him, and he thrust into her one more time before he collapsed on top of her, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Now the fun can really begin, he thought with a sadistic grin as he ran the knife up and down her spine again. Outside, the rain began to pound ruthlessly against the window, as if the very angels in heaven were crying. The knife slid easily into Alex's smooth skin, and Rodney laughed sadistically as the crimson liquid seeped out, staining the sheets a deep maroon color.
With each stroke of his knife, his rage intensified, and the thunder rolled as he continued his ruthless assault on her body. Somewhere in the distance, lightning lit up the sky, and he smirked again in self satisfaction as he licked the blade clean once more before laying it on the bed, then moved inside her again.
Looking across the room, he watched himself in the mirror as he violently took Alex again and again.
Finally, somewhere close to dawn, he climbed off of the bed and gathered his things, including a pair of Alex's underwear for a trophy, and stuffed them into his bag. With one final look at his unconscious victim, he covered her with a sheet, kissed her forehead, and walked out of the bedroom.
In the living room, he began pouring lighter fluid all over the furniture and floor, making sure to cover the pictures of her and her partner. Continuing to pour the flammable liquid, he walked out the front door and into the hallway, leaving the door open behind himself. Once the can was empty, he tossed it down and retrieved a match from his pocket, striking it against the sole of his shoe.
"Goodbye, Alex," he said, dropping the lit match onto the floor and calmly walking away, the clacking of his hard soled shoes echoing in the empty hall.
TBC...
A/N: Okay, now that half of you are screaming in rage and the rest are lighting shoes aflame, let me remind you that this was incredibly hard for me to write... It just kinda took over, and I went along with it. Now please review and let me know how I'm doing... (scurries away to hide under rock)