True Misery pt. 3 Ch. 2
Since there's only one person...maybe two actually READING the True Misery pieces, I've kind of been putting it off...plus I'm so stressed because I don't know if I'll be able to go into the highschool. So much to do, so little time.
Anyway, it's been a long while and I decided to start writing before I annoy myself day in and day out about it.
Well, uhm...I.D.K...Oh, right. Well the names of the different parts to True Misery are being changed around; if you've been reading, and paying attention to the titles, this may or may not be obvious...but I.D.K. . Grr.
Such blockage in my BRAIN.
BTW I might start going back to put names on chapters. That won't happen for a while though. Later, peoples.
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Riff looked around for a bit. A few seconds passed, maybe a minute, before he could see any type of figure in the dark room. He saw a bed, even larger than his own, which surprised him because the bed he was given was extremely huge. In the corner, a desk and large chair, much like those in his study. He started at the sound of Alexis' voice.
"Report or no?" the sound was agitated, as if he'd been poked in the neck for the past hour by someone that kept saying: "Are you annoyed yet? Are you annoyed yet? Are you annoyed yet?"
"Y-yes, Sir, b-but...I have a question."
There was a dark chuckle from somewhere to his left. "And it would be...?"
Riff felt himself blush and looked down, even though he knew he couldn't be seen as anything more than a large shadow. "I...I was just wondering why...why you insist on...uhm..."he was having trouble finding the right words. He didn't want to make himself sound stupid. He gasped when a pair of muscled arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
"Why I insist on...what exactly?" another dark chuckle sent cold shivers down his spine. He was sure Alexis felt him shake.
"In...insist on...insist on..." Riff couldn't finish his sentence- cut off by tender licks against the shell of his ear. He shuddered and squirmed against his employer.
"Since you can't find the right words, maybe there's nothing wrong at all?" Alexis asked, holding back another dark laugh. Riff shuddered again. "And since you're so eager, you'll be sad to hear I can't play with you today. I've got some...business... with my son."
"Don't touch that boy..." Riff suddenly found himself snarling.
"Excuse me?"
"I...I s-said don't touch Lord Cain." he said a bit louder. He felt braver- braver by far- but when Alexis gripped his wrists firmly and spun him around to meet his glare, the sudden fire began to die out and he felt timid once more.
"And why not?" Alexis asked seriously. "What will you do if I touch him, huh? I'll tell you what you'll do. You'll do nothing. Legally you are mine, what I say goes. And I say stay out of it."
Riff twisted out of his grasp, flailing his arms wildly until he was free- and accidentally catching the older man across the face. He was released immediately, and during the one or two seconds that Alexis stood in shock, took a few steps back. Watching silently, through the darkness he saw the shadow of Alexis ball his hand into a fist and knew he was smirking sickeningly.
He gasped when he saw the shadow move quickly, lunging at him and running him into the wall at the other end of the room. A somewhat sharp, pointed elbow jabbed at his throat, holding him still. Riff winced- he couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow.
"You won't ever tell me what to do. You belong to me. It's not the other way around!" Alexis hissed, forcing him to bend over and kneeing him in a very sensitive place. Riff gasped again, holding tenderly between his legs as he collapsed. When the pain had gone away a little-- his breaths still came in short gasps-- he reached out and took leggings of the Earl's cotton pants into his hand.
Alexis simply kicked him off and left the room in a rush.
As Alexis left the room, Riff pushed himself to his feet, finally finding the strength to release himself as he limped forward. "I...I've got to get there before...Lord Alexis does..."
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Jizabel smoothed Cain's unruly hair down with his hand, chuckling. "Your hair is so soft..." he smiled when he felt the younger male pull closer to him, curling up against his body. Wrapping his arms around the boy, he nuzzled his face in the curve between his neck and shoulder.
He could feel Cain's soft, sleeping breath on his own neck. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm, slight wetness of the air. After only a few minutes of breathing in the boy's intoxicating scent, Jizabel fell asleep.
He didn't hear the door open, nor did he hear a much larger man, sneaking around them or leaning over him. His eyes snapped open when he felt something cold and sharp press against the back of his neck. A shiver ran down his spine as he adjusted only slightly.
"Quiet. You wouldn't want Cain to wake up would you?"
Jizabel scowled at him, teeth clenched in a silent hiss. "What do you want?"
"Easy, easy, I'm not here for you this time."
Alexis' smirk made him want to gag, and he had resist the urge to beat the Earl senseless. There was somewhat of a low growl, almost like that of a wolf, coming from him.
He heard his father laugh and closed his eyes, but he could still see the sick smirk on the old man's features behind his eyelids.
"I can," Alexis began, "take you first, if you like." A low chuckled.
Jizabel's scowl turned into a menacing smile as he said, "Touch him and it will be the last thing you ever do."
"Oh, I won't be touching him." Alexis laughed. "He'll come to me..."
"And what makes you so sure of yourself?"
"...Well, first of all," he replied, pulling a pistol from his back pocket, only showing Jizabel the silvery metal, "I'm pretty sure he'd do anything to keep you safe." his voice was deadly and low. "And...second of all, if he doesn't, neither of you are going to be around to tell anyone what happens."
Jizabel snarled, the beast-like sound low in his throat. Even when Alexis pulled the pistol out to full view, he did not refrain from passing him dirty looks. He gasped when the Earl twisted his arm around, forcing him to turn his body. Then he was thrown towards the other side of the room.
He coughed; when he'd hit the ground all the air in his lungs had been forced out. He stood shakily, only to realize that Cain had woken to his father leaning over him. He saw him take a nervous glance between him and their father.
"W...why are you here? What are you doing?" Cain whimpered, pressing himself back against the headboard. His arms began to shake as he stared at Jizabel who had his arm wrapped around his chest as he tried to suck in more air to fill his lungs. He gasped when Alexis held the knife up to his throat.
"Scream and you will die."
Jizabel attempted to stand between them, but the Earl held the gun, and silently pointed it towards the younger male, but Cain didn't see. He couldn't understand why Jizabel stopped moving.
"J...Jiza-" Cain froze in his place when he finally did notice the gun. He turned his head only slightly to stare at his half-brother, who nodded subtly. He raised a finger to his lips and began to sneak around when Alexis turned around, his back to him.
"F-father, what are you doing...? Stop!" Cain's thoughts were racing; smashing into one another then turning around and crashing into the thought next to it. He struggled to find the right words for what was going on. The only word he could think of was 'rape.'
The door creaked open only slightly, and Jizabel saw a flash of white hair and shining blue in the crack. The person on the other side either winked, or blinked; Jizabel could only see one eye. But he was a bit relieved; two on one. Maybe three if Cain didn't pass out from shock. If all three of them ganged up on Alexis, he'd have no chance. With just Jizabel and Riff, he would have had, maybe, a two percent chance of winning.
Jizabel sneaked around the Earl, stopping in front of the door to hide Riff's body when he made his slow and steady entrance. He had to restrain himself when he saw the Earl trail his hands up the inside of Cain's baggy nightshirt.
He felt a low, angry growl rising in his chest, flowing up his throat and past his lips.
"I'll get him." a soft voice behind him whispered. He glanced behind him, not turning his head, and nodded. "If you wish." Jizabel nodded again, and Riff moved forward steadily. Both of them nearly fell over when they heard a small, shocked sound. They turned to stare at Cain, who was having to deal with his father leaning over him, hands all over his body.
"St...stop..." they watched as Cain squirmed and writhed underneath the older man. Neither Jizabel or Riff could do much else until they got a little closer, which honestly wouldn't take too long. Another choked off yelp from the raven-haired teen cause Jizabel to tremble and jump with hate.
"Please...stop...Jizabel make him stop..."
"Don't move Riff." Alexis ordered, moving off of the bed and turning to face them. He smirked. "If Cain doesn't give himself to me, both of you will die."
"So kill me." Jizabel snarled. "Because if you touch him again, I guarantee that you won't live much longer, and I'll be on death-row before you can say 'pervert'." His threat was in no way empty.
"N-no...! Jizabel...!" Cain's piercing glare was deadly at first; then he looked like he was about to cry. "...Just let him...it's all I'm good for..."
Jizabel stared at him in shock. -W...when did he start thinking like that...?-
"Cain...that's...that's not true. Don't say that!"
Even Riff was shocked; he barely knew the teen, but he knew that he couldn't have possibly been like that; changed that quickly since the last time he'd seen him. It just didn't seem possible...it wasn't possible...!
He watched the brunette lean back onto the bed, not looking at either of them. Alexis chuckled. "That's right Cain. Nothing but a dirty little slut, just like Jizabel."
Jizabel growled, and pounced at him, tackling him and pinning him to the ground as he punched and snapped at him. His hands wrapped around his neck, squeezing as hard as he could.
"You're despicable!" he shouted, slamming the Earl's head back onto the floor.
"Jizabel! Stop!!"
The next thing he knew, skinny arms were wrapped shakily around his waist and a warm body was pressed against his own. His chest was heaving and his eyes were wide; completely bugged out from his own panic and anxiety.
When he took a full look at the Earl, his nose was bleeding and his eyes were shut; he was unconscious. That was good, at least for Jizabel.
"Come on," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He stood up, grabbed Cain by the hand and gave Riff a hard glance. "You too. We're leaving."
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Well that's it for now. I'll start it up again ASAP. BYE!!
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