Chapter 9
The act, in it of itself, had been a violent, denigrating attack on a already tormented woman. In
context, it was just one more step in a highly structured plan that had begun almost seven years
ago when the Slayer willingly gave up her life in order to save the world and the personified
Key. That single, unexpected measure had set the stage for all the players unbeknownst to her.
Seconds only after her fatal plunge into a dimensional tear the plan had begun to take form. A
small town preacher from Campbell County, Virginia received his first visitation from a non-
corporeal being whose name preceded the written word. The entity spoke to the misogynist,
cruel core of Caleb Black and promised the glory and power that he could not get from his tiny
congregation. He accepted knowing full well the source of the deal. Thus, from then on all his
actions had become part of a slowly spun web in which the Slayer to be caught and kept in.
Caleb left Virginia for California. Almost upon arrival he applied to and was hired as a
corrections officer in the California State Penitentiary for men. A few months later he asked to
be transferred to Valley State. His request was first denied but when a few well-timed deaths
made the situation ideal, he was moved to Chowchilla. A month after he had settled in his new
station Inmate # 752937 was processed into the institution. Officer Black was more than ready
for her.
Buffy Summers arrived with her pain and her guilt into a place that no longer cared who she was
or what she had done for the world. She was stripped of her name and her identity was slowly
eroded away by the countless of indignities she was made to suffer. Caleb watched attentively
as she lost bits of herself to a life behind bars.
Eighteen months into a ten year sentence, a invisible Niebbla demon made its way inside the
prison and ran amok in the General Population. The Slayer's protective instinct was activated
and she faced the creature head on. Unfortunately for her the Niebbla had no form and existed
by jumping form one body to the other. After a long drawn-out fight she managed to defeat it
but since the perpetrator was never identified or understood she was assigned the full blame for
the incident. She was relocated to the Security Housing Unit where Officer Black had recently
been assigned to. The web tightened even further.
Of course, the random Niebbla demon attack and the Slayer's unfortunate change in status had
already been clearly delineated by the First. All the carefully prepared steps worked together to
bring Buffy under Caleb's direct control.
The former preacher assumed that he would begin to exert his power over the fallen Slayer but
aside from the initial incident concerning Buffy's reaction to the showering facilities, he had no
further contact with her. He questioned his master on this but was told to simply wait for orders.
As the months went on he grew impatient. Buffy Summers had become an obsession for him.
He fixated on the way she conducted her life. His eyes followed her image on the monitor
whenever she was led to and from her cell. He poured over any small observation written on
her. Her inmate file found its way to his hands and he spend hours staring at her mug shot. The
young woman she had been looking as shell-shocked as she must have felt. He savored all this
little details as his anticipation built to a rolling climax. When the First finally indicated when
and how he would proceed he was ecstatic and carefully counted the hours until he had her. For
that was the next step in the plan.
On the assigned night Caleb carefully tampered with the guards schedules to make sure that
there would be no one else patrolling that particular cell block at that moment. He was cautious
enough to avoid being filmed as he entered the Slayer's cell or when he left it. The restraints
and hood had long since become part of his private cache so that they would not be missed even
if someone checked. Every detail had been attended to.
So on that terrible night he followed his instructions and his urges and plundered the Slayer's
body and soul. Years of frustrated fantasies culminated with each painful thrust and her muffled
cries were like perfect music to him. When he was spent, he removed her chains and hood
allowing her an unobstructed look at her assailant.
Tears and blood from an injured lip marred her face. Caleb stood over her downed form and
smiled.
"And a man will choose...any wickedness but the wickedness of a woman..." he began almost
nonchalantly.
The Slayer gasped at the sound.
"Yet there is no sweeter sin, is there?" his voice had taken on a taunting tone. "This is only the
beginning. You can consider it as part of your penance for the many sins that you have incurred.
And there is a lot that you must pay"
With that he left the cell and locked her inside once more. The Slayer painfully crawled to the
darkened space beneath her bed and hugged her knees while biting her lips to keep from
screaming. She knew that there wasn't anybody listening anymore.
TBC.
Author's note: Hey...only two reviews and a 100+ hits? Am I sucking so much lately that you don't want to hurt my feelings? I promise that I will try to write tons faster...see I even gave you two chapters in as many days. Now you gotta do your part and...review. -Jill
The act, in it of itself, had been a violent, denigrating attack on a already tormented woman. In
context, it was just one more step in a highly structured plan that had begun almost seven years
ago when the Slayer willingly gave up her life in order to save the world and the personified
Key. That single, unexpected measure had set the stage for all the players unbeknownst to her.
Seconds only after her fatal plunge into a dimensional tear the plan had begun to take form. A
small town preacher from Campbell County, Virginia received his first visitation from a non-
corporeal being whose name preceded the written word. The entity spoke to the misogynist,
cruel core of Caleb Black and promised the glory and power that he could not get from his tiny
congregation. He accepted knowing full well the source of the deal. Thus, from then on all his
actions had become part of a slowly spun web in which the Slayer to be caught and kept in.
Caleb left Virginia for California. Almost upon arrival he applied to and was hired as a
corrections officer in the California State Penitentiary for men. A few months later he asked to
be transferred to Valley State. His request was first denied but when a few well-timed deaths
made the situation ideal, he was moved to Chowchilla. A month after he had settled in his new
station Inmate # 752937 was processed into the institution. Officer Black was more than ready
for her.
Buffy Summers arrived with her pain and her guilt into a place that no longer cared who she was
or what she had done for the world. She was stripped of her name and her identity was slowly
eroded away by the countless of indignities she was made to suffer. Caleb watched attentively
as she lost bits of herself to a life behind bars.
Eighteen months into a ten year sentence, a invisible Niebbla demon made its way inside the
prison and ran amok in the General Population. The Slayer's protective instinct was activated
and she faced the creature head on. Unfortunately for her the Niebbla had no form and existed
by jumping form one body to the other. After a long drawn-out fight she managed to defeat it
but since the perpetrator was never identified or understood she was assigned the full blame for
the incident. She was relocated to the Security Housing Unit where Officer Black had recently
been assigned to. The web tightened even further.
Of course, the random Niebbla demon attack and the Slayer's unfortunate change in status had
already been clearly delineated by the First. All the carefully prepared steps worked together to
bring Buffy under Caleb's direct control.
The former preacher assumed that he would begin to exert his power over the fallen Slayer but
aside from the initial incident concerning Buffy's reaction to the showering facilities, he had no
further contact with her. He questioned his master on this but was told to simply wait for orders.
As the months went on he grew impatient. Buffy Summers had become an obsession for him.
He fixated on the way she conducted her life. His eyes followed her image on the monitor
whenever she was led to and from her cell. He poured over any small observation written on
her. Her inmate file found its way to his hands and he spend hours staring at her mug shot. The
young woman she had been looking as shell-shocked as she must have felt. He savored all this
little details as his anticipation built to a rolling climax. When the First finally indicated when
and how he would proceed he was ecstatic and carefully counted the hours until he had her. For
that was the next step in the plan.
On the assigned night Caleb carefully tampered with the guards schedules to make sure that
there would be no one else patrolling that particular cell block at that moment. He was cautious
enough to avoid being filmed as he entered the Slayer's cell or when he left it. The restraints
and hood had long since become part of his private cache so that they would not be missed even
if someone checked. Every detail had been attended to.
So on that terrible night he followed his instructions and his urges and plundered the Slayer's
body and soul. Years of frustrated fantasies culminated with each painful thrust and her muffled
cries were like perfect music to him. When he was spent, he removed her chains and hood
allowing her an unobstructed look at her assailant.
Tears and blood from an injured lip marred her face. Caleb stood over her downed form and
smiled.
"And a man will choose...any wickedness but the wickedness of a woman..." he began almost
nonchalantly.
The Slayer gasped at the sound.
"Yet there is no sweeter sin, is there?" his voice had taken on a taunting tone. "This is only the
beginning. You can consider it as part of your penance for the many sins that you have incurred.
And there is a lot that you must pay"
With that he left the cell and locked her inside once more. The Slayer painfully crawled to the
darkened space beneath her bed and hugged her knees while biting her lips to keep from
screaming. She knew that there wasn't anybody listening anymore.
TBC.
Author's note: Hey...only two reviews and a 100+ hits? Am I sucking so much lately that you don't want to hurt my feelings? I promise that I will try to write tons faster...see I even gave you two chapters in as many days. Now you gotta do your part and...review. -Jill
