Unpredictable Love -- Chapter 2

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Jack Dawson was happily sipping his strawberry smoothie, basking in the hot Florida sun. He was staying at a cozy little resort right on the ocean with palm trees bringing him comforting shade and stewardesses who would attend to his every need They had abnormally large breasts for 14 year old girls. It was Saturday, and Jack was sketching a woman who was bending over in the sand, making a sand castle, when he felt something tap his foot. He removed his 1900's style sunglasses, set down his melting smoothie and looked to see what had bumped his toe. He smiled in satisfaction when he saw what it was. A familiar looking girl with strikingly red hair and pale skin was lying in the soggy sand, drifting back and forth along with the tide. Her eyes were sealed shut by a thin layer of crusty rock bits, and a small trail of dirty water was dripping down the side of her mouth. Her clothes were tattered, exposing her body, and her legs were twisted in an odd position underneath a flap of her dress. After nearly 2 minutes, she shook slightly, heaved in a large, exaggerated breath of air and spurted out a never ending fountain of water, seaweed, some bits of white material and a guppy fish. The contents from the water splashed onto her face and she forcefully ripped open her eyes. Suddenly, out of no where, an enormously obese woman came charging down the beach towards them. She was wearing a skimpy bikini and shouting nonsense syllables. Then she screeched, "Hey! That girl needs help! She's washed ashore; probably fell off of a boat." With a swift movement, Jack picked up the largest rock he could find and chucked it at the woman. He had to keep everyone out of this, for Rose was his and no one could interfere with that. He had just made the decision to kidnap her, so he'd have to make this seem perfectly normal. The rock jolted off of the woman's fat stomach and landed a few feet away in the water. "No, she's fine." Jack said, sighing in disappointment that the rock hadn't killed the woman. "She's my daughter. The last time I saw her, she was falling off the deck of the Titanic. Please, let me be alone with her, for this is the first time we've reunited since the terrible ship accident." The woman nodded and shrugged in agreement, and then turned and sprinted heavily back to her family. Jack knew that Rose would be fully conscious soon, so he grabbed a handful of her salty hair and tugged her across the beach, accidentally pulling her over a family's towel and smashing their picnic lunch. By the time he had rolled her up the mountain peak leading to his home, he was completely exhausted and sat down to rest against the fence in front of his house. All of a sudden, Rose lifted her head slowly and the bright sun pierced her painful eyes. She groaned and sat up, cracking her back and her neck and letting some more puke colored water escape out through her mouth. It was then she realized that she was sitting in front of a little house, wearing only half of a skirt and a bra. Her entire body was soaking wet and coated with sand, and a tiny sea plant was poking out of her butt.

"Hello, my love." Jack cooed as he watched her slender body sit upwards.

Rose turned her head, and shrieked louder than she ever had before. There, sitting against the perfect white fence, was the man that raped her on the bow of the Titanic and nearly killed her when he threw her over the front of the ship. He had been so kind, so gentle to her before, when he burst out in a rage, cursing and swelling with anger. He had ripped off a majority of her clothes and stole her virginity on the top deck as the sun was going down. How she remembered all of this after floating on the sea for almost 2 days, she had no idea. But it was still fresh in her mind and now she had absolutely no clue where she was. She bolted upwards and pointed a finger at his face.

"Don't you come near me. I remember everything." She growled. "I'm finding Cal and my mother and you will be arrested and prosecuted!"

Jack started walking slowly towards her, just as he had 2 days before. Rose started backing up as she ripped the sea plant out of her butt and threw it at his face. He spit it out and laughed at her pitifulness. He continued to confront her, chasing her backwards when her left leg slid back down the sandy side of the mountain and she was almost hanging off of the peak. She was in a splits position and was screaming out in pain and fear. Jack was about to stomp down on her hand that was gripping the ledge of the mountain, when he stopped his boot just inches away from her white fingers. There was a moment of silence, and he could only hear Roses frantic breathing as she was struggling to save her own life.

"P-please..." she gasped. "Please help me." She looked up at him with terror in her eyes, and tears were falling down her pale and dirty cheeks. Her body was shaking from the stress on her arms, holding up her own weight. Then, one of her hands started to slip. She let out a yelp and started breathing even faster. The town was so small below them and the fall would surely kill her in an instant. "JACK!" She screamed. "PLEASE! I don't want to die! Please help me! I'll do anything for you, anything! I'll even forgive you, please!" She began sobbing as one of her hands let go completely. Then, Jack had a brilliant idea. He would help her up, tell her that he truely did love her and he was sorry for everything that he had done and tell her to return to her family, and just at the last moment as she would be running away, thinking she was escaping, he would get the chance to rape her once more. He shook at the pleasurable memory of the first night.

"Alright, my dear Rose. Calm down, or you will slip even more. Grab onto my hand. You told me you trusted me once, and you can trust me now." He had that same look of sympathy in his eyes that he had when he helped her up after she fell on the way to dinner, while still on the Titanic, and she couldn't resist. She urgently grasped onto his sweaty hand and he tugged her up, the rest of her dress catching on a stick and ripping off.

The moment she collapsed on the grass, she heaved out an exhausted wheeze and fell face down onto the ground. She then turned her head so she could clearly see Jack who was kneeling on the ground next to her.

"Thank you." She whispered hoarsely. "I don't know why I trusted you, but I did. You could have easily dropped me if you wanted to." They just stared at each other for a few moments, and then she spoke again. "What made you save me? Why didn't you let me go?"

Jack turned his face away for a second, and then looked back at her with tears in his eyes. "Rose..." he croaked. "Ever since I saw you that night, walking to dinner, I immediately fell in love with you. I really meant what I said about how beautiful you are." He hesitated for a moment. "I...I love you, Rose. But I can't be with you." His voice croaked, adding effect to his mock feelings.

By now, Rose was crying too. "Why?" she sobbed.

"I haven't been on my medication for months." He said, in a stronger voice. "I can't even stand myself. I'm sick, Rose. I'm a sick man. You're not safe with me. We can't be together. I'm so sorry for what I've done to you. Now, go." Jack turned his face away again and sunk down into the grass. His shoulders were shaking and he began to sob. Rose nodded and as sorry as she felt for Jack, she knew she had to escape. She rose to her feet, her entire body aching with pain, and she began to half limp, half run down the grassy hill. Suddenly, Jack lifted his head to see the almost naked girl running away. He jumped up and sprinted across the grass towards her.

"Wait!" He yelled. He caught up with her and she turned to face him. "I'm not finished with you yet, you little fuckwad!"

Rose shoved him off. "Jack, no! You can fight this! This isn't the real you, you're a nice man. You don't want to hurt me."

"Shut that hole in your face!" He yelled and slapped her harshly. He grabbed her by her bra strap and threw her down against the wet grass.

Rose was in so much pain already that it was almost physically impossible for her to fight him off. He was much more powerful than her and she could barely defend herself. So, instead she just cried and cried. It wasn't even worth screaming for help anymore. She knew that she could never get away ; Jack was too strong, too smart. Her life was over and her family was probably going to find her body buried in a creek and Jack would never be captured because he'd find a way to escape.

Jack removed the rest of her torn and frayed clothing and tied her arms against the white fence boards with some rope hanging off of his pocket. He took off his Hawaiian themed outfit, including his sandals and demanded her to give him a blow job.

"Don't make a lot of noise…" he whispered. "I do have neighbors. I'm surprised they haven't noticed anything yet." He thrust his hips back and forth so she could engulf his entire cock in her mouth. Rose gagged loudly until Jack heaved his stomach out, groaned, and cummed all over Rose's face. Rose squeezed her eyes shut and spat with disgust. She really did not enjoy any of this and wondered if it would have felt the same with Cal.

"Good little Rosie." He said, and patted her on the head. "You're becoming more experienced, I can tell." he smiled at her.

"Alright, alright but do you really have to cum anymore? It tastes like pure crap." Rose said, annoyed. Jack became slightly embarrassed that she didn't enjoy the taste of him, but he was still angry with her, really for no apparent reason, and he decided to let her have it. "Yes, yes I do have to cum some more!" He yelled. He started humping the air wildly, caressing himself and trying to turn Rose on. "Stop that!" she shouted. "I'm sore and I don't want to have anymore things done to my body."

"Yeah? Well, guess what day it is?" he laughed. "It's opposite day! So in that case, you DO want more things done to your body!" Jack took a running start and pounced on top of her, smashing down the fence as little pieces of wood and saw dust floated around in the air.