Firstly, sorry for the long wait. I had to catch up with school and get back into writing. Second, holy crap! Amazing reviews! Of course I still love my two faithful reviewers, Angel1932 and dark poetess. But now other people have jumped on and I only hope this story continues to interest you all. So without further ado, enjoy!
Chapter 8 - Healthy Hazards
"Are you going to rape me?"
The question didn't set loose a single stray emotion from Heiter's face.
"No," he finally answered, "that is not my intention toward you."
Nodding, Abby leaned back in the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"Pardon my french and all, but I'd take being fucked in the ass rather than having someone attached to it, any day."
A choked cough breached the room and Abby found herself smiling slightly at the choice of words.
"Now it is my turn," Heiter informed.
Biting her lip, Abby rose back up into a sitting position.
A half hour ago, Heiter had entered the room with breakfast. It took her 15 minutes to chow it down and another 15 for her captor to explain as briefly as he could, what was to occur.
Each day, she was entitled to ask three questions. Yep, magic number three. Heiter had said he'd try to answer them as truthfully as possible.
On the other hand, he was able to ask three from her.
Initially, the idea seemed strange in her mind. So she voiced it.
"What if I run out of questions?"
Heiter had seemed surprise by the possibility.
"I never believed that to be an option."
That silenced Abby temporarily. But he was right. Millions of questions bounced around inside her mind. Some general, some reminiscent of her dependency days.
The doctor never explained any further and this left Abby more confused than ever. Surely there was a reason he wanted to know things about her. Maybe that could be one of her questions.
Stranger still was an almost...casual attitude toward her? From all the signs she'd witnessed eminate from the man, he was the least likely candidate for Mr. Chat of the Year. Then again, he'd continuously surprised her. That could be another question. Whether he had ever been voted Mr. Chat of the Year.
Probably voted in by the deaf.
In the end however, a long time fear of hers eventually caused the first question of hers to slip out. And luckily, the answer was no.
But now it was his turn and Abby's stomach was in knots from all the possible questions he might ask. Would she hold up on her end of the bargain and come clean?
"How did you come to speak German?"
An internal sigh flew through her lips.
"I knew a little from high school. A friend of mine took the class and would often threaten me in German. Later on, I came to realize that his threats were nothing more than asking me how my day was or my name. Still, I think German is a very aggressive language and very easily interpreted as brutal just by the tone one uses. When I came to Germany 3 months ago, I bought a phrasebook. Although I didn't understand everything at first, I remembered my friends' threats toward me. The way he pronounced the words made it a little bit easier to understand. After that, it was just mingling with the locals and picking up what they said."
Heiter gave a firm nod.
I wonder if he's absorbing any of this.
Scratching at her wrist, Abby considered how to word her next question.
"How come I haven't been found yet? Surely my friends have made it somewhere populous by now and informed the authorities."
The doctor's face was somewhere in between cautious and timid.
"When I informed you of my dislike toward others," he began, "I was slightly...untruthful."
"So my youthful psychology was right!" Abby proclaimed with a raised fist.
"Is that your third question?" he threatened.
Shaking her head harshly, Abby's arm fell back to her lap.
"I have...colleagues I keep in touch with. Not often. The few I do, are in-," he paused, trying to figure out how to phrase it.
"The legal system?" Abby questioned sullenly.
"Yes. After the escape, I called them. I've earned one man's respect long ago when I performed on his conjoined twins. The other tends to not care about justice. Without killing the patients, I asked the men to contain the problem."
Abby was stunned. With all the questions streaming through her mind, she'd be here for years.
"Are they okay? What did he mean? I don't care how powerful you are within the justice system. There is no way Jenny or Lindsey would get sidetracked from something as insane as this. They were kidnapped, drugged, and were about to have an unethical surgery performed on them. They escaped with what I assume and hope, the need to tell the authorites. Are you really saying that something your allies could have said, would prevent them from doing that?"
"A month of no interference from the police should answer that question."
"It wasn't even a question. It was a complaint!"
"I did not recognize the difference."
Biting back her frustration, Abby crossed her arms defiantly. But her frustration quickly descended into hurt. The thought of Jenny and Lindsey being so easily persuaded to not tell anyone about the predicament she was in, stung more than she realized. The familiar feeling clawed insensitively at her.
"What do you think your friends did to them?"
Heiter flinched at the terminology, but shook his head.
"You are out of questions until tomorrow."
A growl rose up her throat.
"And you are-."
She paused. There was no use further angering the man. Besides, in the cases of abduction she'd heard, this was a very rare opportunity a captee had. Not only was she still alive, but she could get news from the outside world. No matter how badly she wanted to know several things at once, the trick was to have patience. Asking the right questions would surely have an unforseen, but helpful consequence.
So Abby inhaled five deep breaths before turning to Heiter.
"I will ask another at lunch," he stated, rising.
Abby clenched her jaw, but didn't say anything.
"I'd still like a shower," she called after him.
The man's only response was closing the door.
APHAPHAPHAPH
"How are you feeling?"
"Is that your second question?"
"It is a general one."
"General my ass."
"Yes, you have refered to your ass numerous times."
"Because I would like it to remain just an ass."
"In what terms?"
"Is that your second question?"
"Yes."
Abby paused, mulling over her thoughts.
"What you showed me a month ago...what you planned on doing to Jenny, Lindsey and the other man...that was sick. I don't think I could even fathom doing something so disgusting to a human."
Heiter said nothing. His face gave away no remorse or sympathy. But no glee or pride set in either.
"This experiment that you want to perform," Abby explained, "I don't want to wake up one morning to have had it done on myself. I would like my ass to remain just that...an ass. Normal, human, and oral free."
"Ah."
One of Abby's eyebrows rose.
"Ah? That's it? You're almost as ruthless as-."
Her voice trailed off, fighting back a dangerous comparison.
A brutal silence stretched between them. Abby wondered whether Heiter had figured out already who she was going to compare him to. That subject wasn't one she was ready to talk about just yet.
"I will not perform the experiment on you."
Abby's eyes widened. A gasp brushed through her lips.
"You're kidding."
"I am not."
Studying him, Abby forced herself to calm down. The excitement had to be concealed to a certain extent. If she allowed herself to be thankful for a privelege, it would issue the man a sense of control over her.
"Wow. I'm very, very relieved. If only I could take a-," she trailed off.
Heiter rolled his eyes and Abby nearly grinned at the display. For such a strung together man to act out on a childish gesture was a very pleasant experience to watch.
"Perhaps some time," he finally expressed.
"Really?"
"Your questions have already run out."
"How am I supposed to figure out the difference between a general question and a question I'm allowed to ask? Think about it. If I run out of my questions one day and then ask if I can go to the bathroom, what kind of question will that be considered? And what's the point of asking questions when we could do it endlessly without a time limit?"
The confusion scattered on Heiter's features only made Abby continue in elation.
"We could get to know each other and become pen pals. I had a pen pal once. He was a really nice British boy. We sent pictures back and forth to each other for months. When I turned 17, he sent me a picture and told me only to open it when I was alone."
"And what did the picture reveal?"
"Is that your seco-."
"YES."
"His penis," Abby expressed with a slight grin. "He sent me a picture of his penis. It was about the length of a magic marker, give or take a few inches...probably take."
"Charming," he noted.
"Hey, don't you dare be a negative Nancy. It's not like you'd have anything to send me anyway what with you being asexual and all."
A strange look came over the doctor's face at the statement.
"You really believe I am asexual?" he questioned.
Abby scanned Heiter from head to toe carefully.
"As sick as this is going to sound, you'd have to have been asexual not to have done anything to us while we were knocked out on all the drugs."
Heiter stood abruptly. His long legs were at the door in seconds.
"Just because I did not do anything to you while unconscious, does not mean I did not want to."
Abby's mouth dropped open.
"Damn."
"Indeed."
And in seconds, the doctor was gone.
APHAPHAPHAPH
When Heiter entered the room for the third time that day, bringing dinner with him, Abby was somewhat unnerved. Not that she hadn't been unnerved up to this point, but the last statement he'd left her with had really challenged her thoughts.
If her dad tried to analyze Heiter, he would have assumed the same thing she had. He had no emotional, physical, or sexual needs. Something hung unbalanced within his mind, overriding normal human needs. Of course Heiter could have been lying about his sexual interest. Just to surprise her. If this was the case, her synopsis of the man had gone back to square one.
So her mind began working and finally, she developed a plan. It was incredibly stupid, incredibly dangerous, but it had to be done. Based on his reaction, Abby could then gather a better sense of the man. She needed this information in the long run so when escape was possible, she wouldn't underestimate anything about him. Abby would get to know him just as well as her father go to know his victims.
"I think my hand is infected. I didn't wash it out to well after I punched the door," Abby commented after Heiter had set down the tray at the foot of the bed.
His face immediately stoned as he leaned toward her. His eyes shifted down to her arm and lifted it, observing the knuckle area carefully.
It's now or never.
With the gracefulness Abby was capable of, she leaned in just as Heiter's gaze met hers. His mouth was open to retort that she'd washed rather consistently. Instead, Abby's mouth met his.
Heiter was absolutely still as Abby moved her lips around his. Her tongue peeked out and ran its length across his upper lip while her teeth lightly bit down on his lower lip.
It must have been 30 seconds before Abby got the biggest shock of her life. Heiter responded by pushing his lips into hers. He gently met her licks and offered in more pressure. Ten seconds passed before he paused.
Abby's mind was filled from emotions A to Z. She didn't expect him to respond. She especially didn't expect him to enjoy it or actually be a decent kisser.
No. No! NO!
It was with even greater shock that she found herself pinned to the bed, but not in the good way. Heiter's hand was currently wrapped around her throat and gazing up at the man let her know that she commited a very, very bad mistake.
She tried to claw at his hold on her, but he only forced more pressure before things began to swim around her.
"Why?" he gritted out.
Abby tried to say something, but her oxygen was cut off.
"WHY?" he nearly yelled.
A slight ease on her throat loosened the tension and alowed oxygen to flow through.
"Tr-tried to-."
Another centimeter eased off her throat before Abby could finally get a word in.
"Trying to understand you," she choked out before darkness met her vision and she slumped back into the bed.
Yeah...so this thing between them has just gotten awkward. I'm glad I did it though. To have a happy go lucky "relationship" between them is a bit too unrealistic. I try to see it as in Abby's mind, she wants to figure out Heiter so badly just so she can know who he is and potentially find a weakness in him (same thing her father did). However, she greatly underestimated the reaction she'd get. But fear not...perhaps things will get better for my favorite captor and captee. Anywho, let me know what you're thinking in a review!
