October 15th

2:15 pm

Charlotte watched as Michael pulled down the zipper of his jumpsuit and reached into his pants. He had on the same blue shirt he had worn under the same jumpsuit when he had murdered all those people all those years ago. The thought flitted through her mind as he pulled out his impressively hard and throbbing erection. A sharp breath rushed into her lungs and her wrists squirmed under his firm grip.

He paid no mind to her though as he looked down at her. Even though she could not see his face she could read his body language. It was quite clear he didn't know what to do. While he probably knew how it worked, he was unsure as to how initiate the act. Based on accounts all couples he had come across had been in the middle of sexual intercourse and even if he watched the beginning actions of their copulation, it is unlikely he would have taken notes.

Charlotte's breath heaved as she waited for him to act. She screwed her eyes shut as he lowered himself closer to her body and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. It had been years since she had sex and mixing together his inexperienced, his sociopathic nature, the size of him and his determination it was likely it would be painful. She waited for the powerful thrust and painful penetration.

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Michael felt her small body tremble underneath him and he felt his body relax slightly. Still though, his erection was throbbing painfully and he wanted nothing more to be inside of his doctor. He had never had such an unyielding and powerful need in all of his life and he didn't even know what it would feel like.

When he pressed the head of his cock against the hot, wet junction between her legs he felt a pleasurable shiver travel down his body. The top of his head tingled and he licked his lips in anticipation. No longer willing to wait he pushed himself inside of her as he had seen other men do.

When he slid inside her warm enveloping heat he felt such an overwhelming pleasure that his mind went completely blank. His body almost slumped on top of her and let out a deep breathy moan.

When she took in a deep, distressing hiss of breath and a small cry left her lips he froze. He immediately looked up at her face to see her reaction. As hard as it had always been for him to understand people's facial expressions he knew most basic emotions, happiness he knew, along with fear, anger, and especially pain. He was quite aware that it was pain that was written all over her face and he titled his head. He'd never seen a girl in pain during this. It was unsettling seeing his Lottie in pain and he waited.

"Just a minute, Michael," she said and he waited. Despite the trills of pleasure shooting throughout his body he managed to keep control of himself. He let go of the hand that held her wrists and pressed a finger to her cheek. She looked up at him, blinking away a tear. He didn't quite know what her face was saying to him, but her eyebrows knitted together and her lips turned downward, only just.

He dragged his finger tip down the side of her cheek, hoping the action would calm her. He thought that was what people did to take away distress. He'd seen it before. When her expression seemed to soften he grew more confident and pressed all four finger tips to her face and continued to stroke.

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When Michael had not immediately began thrusting into her she was surprised, but when he began to stroke her cheek she was flabbergasted. She had been confused at first, but she suddenly understood he was attempting to comfort her. She wished she could tell Dr. Loomis that. That the emotionless devil wanted to comfort her.

"Ok, Michael," she said and gently touched the side of his arm. She gripped his bicep and he leaned down toward her. His forearms pressed against the steps of the stairs and he got himself in a better position. When he began thrusting she still felt some romance of pain but the friction was amazing. She soon felt herself succumbing to the crippling pleasure her former patient was giving her and she moaned deep in her throat.

Michael seemed spurred on by her sounds because the more she moaned or gasped the harder his thrusts became. His body moved over her and her hands went to his back. Her palms pressed into his back and she could feel the hard muscles moving underneath them. His power engulfed her as he rocked against her and she could hear his heavy breathing in her ear.

Michael had always been susceptible to slight respiratory problems. His breaths were low and gravelly, hoarse against her ear. Through the mask she could feel the heat of his panting breaths and she fisted the back of his jumpsuit. He did not last long. He was shorter than her shortest lover and yet when he spurted himself inside of her, which was a problem she would have to deal with later, she was more satisfied than she had ever been in her life.

When she came down from her high she began to feel the hard wooden steps digging into her soft body and shifted slightly. She had little room to move with Michael's weight settling on top of her and it seemed he had no intention to move. His back moved up and down under her hands as he breathed hard and he stayed nestled deep inside of her. She didn't know if asking him to move would anger him, but her back was beginning to ache.

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Michael never wanted to move again. What he had just experienced was more than anything he could have ever imagined in his life. He wanted to be there forever. Her arms around him. Her body around him. It felt so good. He couldn't put it into words.

He felt her wiggling beneath him and he pulled back. He could see the pain on her face and he reluctantly pulled out of her. Immediately the heat was gone and he felt himself in a sour mood. He zipped up his jumpsuit and stood up. As he did his Lottie sat up and rubbed her back and elbows gingerly. He picked up her shredded clothing before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her upstairs.

Her head pressed against his chest and he felt his bad mood dissipate. He brought her in to the biggest bedroom with the biggest bed and deposited her on the bed. He tried to get her under the blankets and grew frustrated when she refused.

"I need to shower, Michael. I need to try to clean myself out," she said and he didn't understand. He shook his head and tried to push her into the bed but she still refused. "Michael I need to shower." He looked down at her a few moments in thought. He wasn't sure what to do.

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Charlotte looked up into the white mask and tried to focus on the eyes. She would feel so much better if she could see his face. He clearly felt more comfortable with it on or else he would have removed it when they were alone. Still, the white mask was the face of the killer; his eyes at least gave her a small glimpse at the man. She reached out and touched his hand and judging by his reaction her touch pleased him.

"I'm not going anywhere Michael," she told him and rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand. He finally acquiesced and let her find the upstairs bathroom. He followed her silently as she walked into the bathroom. Since she was already naked she didn't feel the need to ask him to leave. She didn't think he would even if she did.

She pulled the curtain back to hide from his eyes and scrubbed her body. Despite knowing it wouldn't do any good she did her best to get all of his semen out of her. After she was done she let the hot water spray over her as she tried to think.

This situation was completely and horrifyingly disturbing. She couldn't help but remember that she was in another person's house, a person that Michael had murdered right in front of her. Her head began to ache and exhaustion overtook her. She almost wished she had let Michael put her to bed like he wanted to do.

She slid down the wall of the shower and sat down a moment, trying to give her aching legs some relief. She didn't know how she was going to get out of this situation. She didn't even know what outcome she wanted. She certainly wanted to be able to continue treated Michael, but she couldn't see a way she could get out of this and have that be an option. Especially if anyone found out what had just conspired between them.

The warm spray felt good against her bruised skin and she took a deep breath. Slowly, and without any conscious knowledge, she began to fall asleep.

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3:45 pm

Michael became impatient and he walked toward the shower. When he pushed aside the curtain he looked down Lottie and stared at her a moment. The small rise and fall of her breasts told him she was alive. He looked over her small body a few moments and felt a strange urge to have her in his arms. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to know she wasn't going anywhere.

He turned off the water and picked up his dripping doctor. She stirred away only slightly and pressed her damp face into his hard chest. Taking a nearby towel and awkwardly patting her dry she came in and out of consciousness. When he got back to the bed he did not immediately put her under the covers but instead sat down. He kept her body close to his and looked down at her face.

A powerful wave of possessiveness flowed through his veins and settled in the center of his chest. His arms tightened around her as he felt the emotion surge through him and his forehead knitted together. He wanted to be inside of her again. He felt the hardness returning between his legs and his hold on her tightened even more. His hold became crushing and he watched Lottie's groggy eyes open up and look at him.

"That hurt's Michael," she said but he didn't know what she meant. In an attempt to calm her he squeezed her in his arms. "Too tight Michael, too tight!"

He immediately let go of her and she rubbed her arms. His body tensed up under her and he felt anger at her and himself for the situation. He felt his anger flare and grow but the soft touch of her hand on his arm calmed him.

"You're too strong to hold me that tight," she said and he understood. He decided it was an appropriate time to put her in bed, He pushed her in the covers and had her lay her head down on the pillows. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for her to fall asleep.

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Charlotte waited for Michael to leave before she shut her eyes but he never did. Instead, he sat down staring at her, his blank white face giving her nothing to work with. Perhaps that was why he kept the mask on around her. It might be his way of preventing her from reading his facial expressions. Or perhaps he merely felt more secure with the mask on.

Either way it was detrimental to her understanding of the situation. All she had were his eyes, and at the moment they were telling her nothing. Slowly, she closed her eyes. Every few moments or so she would open her eyes and look up at her captor. He seemed quite content watching her and eventually to time between her opening her eyes grew longer and longer until eventually they stayed closed.

As she drifted off the sleep she wondered if Michael would still be watching her when she woke up.

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So sorry I took so long! School has been nuts. Anyway, I hope to have more chapter up soon. I haven't forgotten about this story!

Finals are almost over and then I'm on winter break so lots of writing!

Thanks to those who are still with me. Please review!