Hey guys, back with another chapter already. Don't know if I can update this quick every time, but we'll just have to see what happens.
Also, this chapter is a bit...steamy, but just read it until the steaminess bit is done and it'll make much more sense. So yeah.
Enjoy my Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.
P.S, if you can figure out what game Ellie is from, message me via my info on my profile or PM me.
Matthew plopped down on the plush hotel bed and let out a relaxed sigh. It had been a long day for him and he was looking forward to just relaxing for the remainder of the night, and as an added bonus he got to enjoy the company of the love of his life.
Whenever she got here.
Matthew decide to do some writing while he waited d for Ellie. He grabbed his notebook and pencil and sat down at the desk that sat next to a huge flat screen TV. Before he began he put in his ear buds and put on a Lindsey Stirling song called "Master of Tides". Sweet, violin pirate music.
He continued where he left off. He had been describing a scene he'd fantasize about day after day; A love scene with Ellie.
Yes, Matthew wrote about Ellie in his stories. His version of Ellie was one who was in love with him and became his wife. He also wasn't afraid to describe and detail sexual situations regarding Ellie and himself. It didn't show he was perverted, no. It just showed that he was very deeply in love with Ellie and was prepared to do everything a couple would do if he ever became her boyfriend. But unfortunately that was just Matthew's wishful thinking.
Matthew went on to make this particular scene as steamy as possible. Make tH setting romantic, casually get closer and kiss her, and then the clothes start to come off...
The opening of the hotel door made Matthew instinctively close his notebook and look up to see who entered. His senses quickly heightened when the real Ellie came in and closed the door behind her.
"Hiya, Matthew." She said happily.
"Hey." He replied meekly.
Ellie made her way over to the bed Matthew sat on, set her bag down and riffled through it. She took out some toiletries and some clothes, then went to one of the closets and pulled out a white towel.
"I'm going to take a shower." She said. "Don't you go peeking." She added teasingly.
"Nope. There'll be no peeking from this guy." Matthew said awkwardly, face feeling hot.
Ellie smiled and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Shortly after that Matthew could hear the sound of rushing water coming from inside the bathroom.
Matthew tried to go back to writing, but the idea of Ellie bathing herself in the next room distracted him. All he could do was sit and state at the bathroom door imagining Ellie in all her naked glory. Then something completely unexpected happened...
"Matthew! Um, can you come in here real quick? I need help with something real quick."
Matthew's heart skipped a beat and he gulped. What should he do? It would be wrong to help her in the shower, but it was very tempting.
Hey didn't respond, so Ellie called out again.
"Matthew, you there? Or can you not hear me because you have your ear buds in?"
"No, I hear you." Answered Matthew, silently cursing himself for responding.
"Well come on, I'm not naked yet!" She urged impatiently.
Matthew, mustering all the courage within him, walked over to the bathroom and opened the door.
Ellie had her back facing him. She was wearing clothes for the waist down but for the waist up she wore nothing but a white lacy bra. She was reaching behind her back and struggling to undo her bra. As she tried to undo the clasp, Matthew couldn't tear his gaze from her mostly bare back. His heart fluttered and he could feel the familiar feeling of his loins tighten.
"Matthew, come give me a hand." Said Ellie sheepishly.
Matthew didn't move. All he could do was admire her. Her auburn hair pulled into a ponytail, her soft-looking pale skin, and her small frame.
Ellie turned to face him, granting him a perfect view of her bra-covered breasts. For a while she started at him with those beautiful green eyes of hers.
"Matthew." Ellie said softly. "Please don't just stand there and stare at me."
Ellie turned back around and Matthew told hold of the bra's clasp. He undid it and her bra fell to the floor, freeing her beautiful breasts.
Now, having helped her already, Matthew tried pulling away, but out of nowhere Ellie grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts.
Many feelings immediately went rushing though Matthew's head; panic, confusion, lust, shock.
"E-Ellie." Stuttered Matthew. "What are you d-doing?"
"What's wrong, Matthew? I thought you loved me." Ellie cooly replied.
"W-what? What gave you that-"
"I know you have feeling for me, Matthew." She said, squeezing his hands on her breasts, making him even more nervous.
Matthew didn't know how to react, so he just stood there while Ellie used his hands to pinch her nipples.
She turned to face him, showing her bare breasts to Matthew.
"Take off my pants." She instructed.
Matthew had absolutely no hesitation in kneeling down and unbuttoning her pants. He slowly pulled her pants down to her knees, revealing Ellie's matching panties.
"Matthew."
He looked up at her and noticed something in her hand. Before he could react she thrusted a syringe into his neck and injected something.
Pain rushed through his body and he fell over. Then within a few seconds the pain worsened and suddenly he couldn't move. He was paralyzed.
"Works every time." Ellie said as she stood over him. "Get them alone, show some skin, and guys turn to putty in my hands."
Matthew couldn't move or say anything in response. He could only blink.
Ellie walked away from his sigh. While she was gone, Matthew sat there scared and confused as to why she did this to him.
A few minutes later she came back, still topless. In one hand she held a cell phone and in the other she held Matthew's Cloud 9 notebook.
'Why does she have those?' He asked himself silently.
Ellie began looking through the notebook and reading the content. Matthew was internally panicking, as he was afraid she'd see the inappropriate scene he and Ellie and taken part of, which was much more sexual than what had just conspired.
After a few minutes she looked up from the notebook and said something that confused Matthew even further.
"You're the one I'm looking for. The one I was sent here for."
She set the notebook down on the bathroom counter and reached down to get something from her pants. She pulled out another syringe, this time a red liquid and one else down by Matthew's side. Then she leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"I know you must be very confused, but I promise everything will make sense soon. Hope you like playing with my breasts, cause it's the last time that'll ever happen." Then she stuck the needle in the same place as last time and injected it.
Matthew started to get really tired from whatever he was just filled with, and his vision slowly started to fade. Rough before he lost consciousness, he saw Ellie call someone on her phone, then a few seconds later say "It's him. I need immediate pickup...Madison Hotel...good. Tell the others that the king is coming home."
When Matthew woke up, he immediately knew something was wrong. He was sitting in a wooden chair in a room he'd never seen before. He tried to move but he found that he was bound to the chair with a very thick rope that looked like nothing could cut through it, which threw any hopes of escape down the drain.
He observed the room him. The room itself was rather small, with grey walls and deep scratches all over them. He wondered what could have made those deep scratches.
Right in front of him was a brown folding table. The door to the cell-like room was behind the desk a couple of meters, and the wall to his right had a large mirror that nearly took up the whole wall. Oddly enough, Matthew though the room looked strangely familiar. Then he realized why. It reminded him of one of those interrogation rooms that are always in cop shows. If that was the case, then the mirror was actually a one-sided window. People might be staring at him and he would never know. That deeply disturbed Matthew and made him scared very much.
Suddenly the door opened and surprisingly, Ellie came in and shut the door. She made her way to the desk and sat down on the edge closest to him, staring him in the eye. Usually Matthew's heart would do jumping jacks whenever he saw her, but this time he was absolutely terrified due to her putting him to sleep. As if that wasn't enough, Ellie gave him a very cold and unnerving look that furthered his fear even more.
He was about to ask where he was and what she wanted with him, but she spoke first.
"How you feeling?" She asked, sounding genuinely concerned for him.
Matthew, taken aback from her unexpected question, answered with "Really confused. And absolutely terrified right now."
She nodded, as if that was the answer she was expecting.
"Before I say anything, just know this. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk. For now at least." She said.
"Thank you." Replied Matthew. "That does make me feel better.
Ellie pulled something out of a bag she brought in, one he hadn't noticed when she first came in. She pulled out a bunch of notebooks. Matthew quickly recognized them as all the stories he's made, those he finished and those that were incomplete.
"Tell me what these are about." Demanded Ellie.
"If you have them, then you already know what they're about." Matthew said.
"Humor me."
Matthew didn't say anything at first. He didn't like explaining his stories to people he didn't trust, and right now he have zero trust for Ellie. Reluctantly, she took a deep breath and spoke.
"It's about a place called Cloud 9," he started. "It's a place where all my favorite fictional characters live. The story goes that I make a place out of pure thought, like a God, and I live there. The people worship me, and I become this all powerful being with all sorts of superpowers. Then a bunch of wars happen and lots of stuff happens and I begin to question if Cloud 9 was everything I had hoped for. But I'm not the only person telling the story, a bunch of other people are as well. I write these stories because I'm... lonely. And depression is hard for me. It seems like no one loves me. I'm abused sometimes, I have no friends, and if I wasn't tied up right now, I'd show you the cuts all over my arms. Cloud 9 is everything to me. And I'd do anything for it to exist." He finished, tears running down his cheeks and fogging up his glasses.
The two of them just started at each other for a while. Matthew soon grew angry at Ellie. He'd just bared his soul to the girl he thought he was madly in love with, and she just sat there, saying nothing to him.
He was about to have a yelling fit when Ellie spoke.
"Thank you, Matthew. I know that was hard for you to share and I'm very appreciative."
Matthew lost it. He screamed "That's it!? That's all? I just told you my deepest, darkest secret, and now you have nothing to say to me!?"
"I know this is confusing, and I'm sorry for that," Ellie said. "But there's a lot you need to know. So I think you should talk to someone who knows the whole situation. Just whatever you do, don't freak out."
Ellie pulled her cell phone out of the bag and called a number." Send her in."
The door opened and the person that Matthew would least expect came in. She had brown shoulder-length hair, Brown eyes and she wore a red dress. She stood there and smiled at Matthew, proving that the two were already familiarized with each other.
He couldn't believe it. The person was someone he knew very well, or at least someone he thought he knew very well. He had no clue why she was here. Wherever "here" was.
"Hello Matthew." She said with a bright smile.
"Hello...Justice."
So there's chapter 2 guys, hope you enjoyed it. Chapter 3 will most likely be up on Friday or sometime over the weekend. Take care!