Chapter 10
The first thought that Darcy had as she woke up was that she had just had the best rest of her entire life. She tried to raise her hand to wipe away the sleep from her eyes when she realized that she couldn't move it.
Looking at herself, she realized that her arms were over her head, bound to the bedframe. By cuffs. Looking down at her legs, she realized that her feet were tied up as well. Oh shit.
Panicking, she did the first thing that came to her mind.
She tried to rouse herself from her dream, because obviously this couldn't be happening. This really couldn't be happening to her. Closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened eyes. Damn. Not a dream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Footsteps echoing louder and louder. She kept screaming.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Suddenly, she beheld the face of her captor as he ran towards her with an alarmed expression.
As she recognized the guy from the bar, she paused. "You?"
"Yes me. Now-.." He was interrupted by the sound of her screaming again.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" the screaming turned into a kind of screeching as she felt her voice becoming hoarse. She stopped screaming and started coughing a bit since some of her saliva had slid down her throat the wrong way. He leaned over and slapped his hand across her back because he was worried that she was going to choke, the way her face had turned a deep red.
The second he touched her, she became alarmed. "Help! Somebody Help! RAPE!!!!!!"
She kept chanting it over and over again until, drowning out his pleas for her to be quiet and so he gave up on trying to reason with her and his temper snapped.
"WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP YOU STUPID BITCH! I AM NOT TRYING TO RAPE YOU!"
She was stunned into silence for a while and then she bellowed right back at him.
"Who the hell are you and why the hell do you have me tied up like this? Are you some sort of sick perv who drugs girls and ties them up in chains for the hell of it?" Her eyes widened as some new horrible possibility flittered into her mind. "Oh god, are you a serial killer?"
Spike could have laughed at the irony of that question. Deciding that he didn't need a hysterical ward, he tried to put her a bit more at ease.
"I could've killed you or raped you at anytime, the way you were all zonked out for hours."
She digested this information and appeared to calm down but then she had watched 'Silence of the Lambs' and then she was off again.
"Don't think I don't know what you people are like. You enjoy it better if the victim is lucid. That way you can see the fear in their eyes as you slowly peel the skin away. God, get away."
She started thrashing on the bed again and was looking to launch into another fit, but then she stilled and began babbling.
"You know what, just do it for God's sake. Everything else in my life has gotten so shitty you might as well just end it. Go on, peel away. Bring out your damn surgical scalpel and go. Here I am ready for disembowelment and disarticulation." She really meant it. She was so sick of all of this stuff happening to her, her life a surrealist sketch rendered in Crayola and infinitely absurd. Better to end it all before it got any weirder.
He put his hand on her mouth to keep her quiet and he spoke it with the most rational precision. "Will you listen you twit. I am not trying to kill you but I just might do it if you keep that up. Tu comprends?"
She nodded, unable to answer due to his hand muffling any sound she could make. "There are people who are after you and…" He was interrupted by a cynical roll of the eyes which indicated that she thought what he was saying was a load of bull. "No, it's true. Believe me you're better off here with me than running around out there. I am simply putting the restraints on you because I cannot have you running around loose. The cuffs are for my protection." He took his hand away from her mouth to let her speak.
She was panting now, trying to catch all the breath that she had expended screaming her lungs out. "Are you sure… I'm not tied up because of that thing I said about the porn store, right?" He shook his head. "You're not going to rape me or anything." Another shake of the head.
"Well why the hell not, is there something wrong with me? Am I ugly?"
"No, just deranged." Spike was at the very end of his tether with this girl and for a moment contemplated giving her another dose of sedative. He could stand her unconscious. "And although I have been known to favor eccentric ladies in my day, you, princess just take the cake."
"I resent that." She pouted for a little while, and then she started again. "Just let me go- I doubt that anybody is after me and I think you're just one of those savior-complex guys ok? Or maybe you're just paranoid. I know a very good psychiatrist and he could help you work out these issues. Honestly, I'm going to be ok. Now uncuff me."
"Not in a million years."
"Why the hell not? I'm not going to kill you, I can't even hurt a fly. Plus I'm a vegan you moron."
"No wonder you're so bent. Don't you know you need protein for your brain? Bleedin' wonder you can speak at all."
She got pissed off at that, and seeing the wrath on her face, Spike decided to leave her be. She could make all the noise she wanted and noone would ever hear her in this district, but then he was watching a particularly engrossing episode of 'E.R.' which had become his new favorite show since he had seen an episode and realized it was so bloody. Plus he got a satisfactory sense of Schadenfreude from seeing all those people suffer. Hehehe.
As he turned to go back to the TV, she called out to him.
"Yo…"
He didn't look back.
"Yo, Blondie!"
He froze, paused and swung back in one fluid motion.
"Alright, that's it." He walked over to the trunk at the foot of the bed and started digging through it and Darcy panicked. Maybe he would bring out the scalpel and torture implements now. With bated breath she waited for the iron maiden or whip or whatever the hell it was this sicko was going to use on her and it was… a sock?
Her eyes widened. "What the hell are you going to do with that?"
"This, my dear is an implement that I have absolutely no qualms about stuffing down your throat the next time you decide to give me pet names. That clear?" He was saying this in a very low and menacing voice and suddenly Darcy felt more than just a little chilled at the sound of it.
She tried not to be intimidated but then in her current position, who wouldn't be? But at least she was able to muster something out. "So what should I call you then?"
"Call me…" He paused for dramatic effect. God he missed playing the villain. "Spike."
"That's a stupid name. I preferred Blondie."
He lunged at her with the sock in hand and she backpedaled. "Fine, fine. Spike."
He dangled the sock in front of her in the most threatening way her could, then he stalked back to the TV. However, before he could get about ten feet away from the bed, he heard her start up again.
"Spike, I need to pee."
Oh for the love of…
* * * * * * * * * * * *
He had set her free for a while because she had needed too use the bathroom and then he decided to tell her to shower as well so she could be finished in one go.
He sat outside the little curtain that served as a makeshift partition for the bathroom he installed and he asked himself why the hell did he let that Slayer talk him into something as ludicrous as this. A pet human?
He was dangling something in his fingers, playing with it. The card that the lawyer bitch from hell had given him. God she was a real black widow that one, a femme fatale. He was so tempted to just kill her but not until he had given her a good shagging as well. He had long ceased to wonder at the way his twisted little mind worked.
Darcy was possibly the most annoying creature he had ever encountered in his life. And not in the whole 'I hate you and I want to shag you senseless' way either. She was just plain annoying. He wouldn't be surprised if he found out that she was some specimen of extraterrestrial life. Wouldn't bat a bloody eyelash.
What harm could possibly come of handing her over to the firm? Stupid girl wanted to die anyway, so he might as well get something out of it. His chip, out.
For one full minute, he allowed himself to consider the possibility of really getting the chip removed. He could kill again. No more animal blood forever. Everything would be fresh and organic, as opposed to the iron rust taste of bottled blood. The kill, the hunt.
Predator and prey.
He had spaced out for a second until he heard Darcy's voice calling out to him.
"Spike, I don't have any clothes."
He looked at her, dazed by visions of killing and complete anarchy. "What?"
"Spike, I have nothing to wear. I don't have any clothes." Her head was peeking out from behind the partition and she was afraid to venture out any more.
He sighed in exasperation. "Stay here I'll go get something."
He walked into the bedroom contemplating what he could get for her to wear. One of his shirts? No, he wouldn't want to part with that. Besides she wouldn't fit into any of his clothes, the skinny thing.
He paced the room, trying to think of a solution to the apparel problem when he noticed the trunk.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"This is scratchy." Darcy said, pulling at the gauze sleeves of her dress and making a face.
"Shut up. Would you rather walk around naked?" He replied, never taking his eyes off the TV.
"I. Can't. Walk." she practically spat the words out.
They were sitting in the living room now and Darcy was bound to some sort of rolling office chair that he found. Her midriff was chained to the chair but her arms and legs were free and he got a real kick out of watching her roll awkwardly across the floor. She looked like a baby in a walker.
"Oh I forgot." He looked at her with a sadistic smile on his face. "Stop complaining Sit 'n' Spin."
He was actually being quite hospitable, he thought. What, with feeding her and everything. For a moment he thought he'd gone soft and then he realized she was his ticket to blood and glory. Woo-hoo.
"What are you doing with women's clothes anyway? Don't tell me you have other hobbies apart from recreational abduction and torture." She sniffed at the dress and made a face. "Damn thing smells like mothballs."
He ignored her, thinking it would make her shut up but then she just kept whining.
"I need my meds, and my music and the rest of my clothes. And then the rent is due on Friday and I've got all this other stuff to do. Plus Simon must be so worried and now I'm stuck here like a quadruped on wheels. No, life just doesn't get any better."
She kept going on and on about how she needed her stuff and knickknacks and then Spike realized that she didn't really seem to be resisting much, sort of resigned to her life as a captive.
"Spike, if I'm going to live here I'm going to need my meds."
"Fine. We'll pick them up tomorrow. Happy?"
"Yeah. As I can be."
He noticed how calm she was being and he couldn't help but think it was strange for someone who had just gotten kidnapped to be so… Ok with it. "You seem to be dealing with this awfully well."
Darcy looked him in the eyes and he noticed that sad and weary expression again.
"It hurts less if you don't fight it."
He didn't know what to say to that and they both watched TV in silence.
TBC
The first thought that Darcy had as she woke up was that she had just had the best rest of her entire life. She tried to raise her hand to wipe away the sleep from her eyes when she realized that she couldn't move it.
Looking at herself, she realized that her arms were over her head, bound to the bedframe. By cuffs. Looking down at her legs, she realized that her feet were tied up as well. Oh shit.
Panicking, she did the first thing that came to her mind.
She tried to rouse herself from her dream, because obviously this couldn't be happening. This really couldn't be happening to her. Closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened eyes. Damn. Not a dream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Footsteps echoing louder and louder. She kept screaming.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Suddenly, she beheld the face of her captor as he ran towards her with an alarmed expression.
As she recognized the guy from the bar, she paused. "You?"
"Yes me. Now-.." He was interrupted by the sound of her screaming again.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" the screaming turned into a kind of screeching as she felt her voice becoming hoarse. She stopped screaming and started coughing a bit since some of her saliva had slid down her throat the wrong way. He leaned over and slapped his hand across her back because he was worried that she was going to choke, the way her face had turned a deep red.
The second he touched her, she became alarmed. "Help! Somebody Help! RAPE!!!!!!"
She kept chanting it over and over again until, drowning out his pleas for her to be quiet and so he gave up on trying to reason with her and his temper snapped.
"WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP YOU STUPID BITCH! I AM NOT TRYING TO RAPE YOU!"
She was stunned into silence for a while and then she bellowed right back at him.
"Who the hell are you and why the hell do you have me tied up like this? Are you some sort of sick perv who drugs girls and ties them up in chains for the hell of it?" Her eyes widened as some new horrible possibility flittered into her mind. "Oh god, are you a serial killer?"
Spike could have laughed at the irony of that question. Deciding that he didn't need a hysterical ward, he tried to put her a bit more at ease.
"I could've killed you or raped you at anytime, the way you were all zonked out for hours."
She digested this information and appeared to calm down but then she had watched 'Silence of the Lambs' and then she was off again.
"Don't think I don't know what you people are like. You enjoy it better if the victim is lucid. That way you can see the fear in their eyes as you slowly peel the skin away. God, get away."
She started thrashing on the bed again and was looking to launch into another fit, but then she stilled and began babbling.
"You know what, just do it for God's sake. Everything else in my life has gotten so shitty you might as well just end it. Go on, peel away. Bring out your damn surgical scalpel and go. Here I am ready for disembowelment and disarticulation." She really meant it. She was so sick of all of this stuff happening to her, her life a surrealist sketch rendered in Crayola and infinitely absurd. Better to end it all before it got any weirder.
He put his hand on her mouth to keep her quiet and he spoke it with the most rational precision. "Will you listen you twit. I am not trying to kill you but I just might do it if you keep that up. Tu comprends?"
She nodded, unable to answer due to his hand muffling any sound she could make. "There are people who are after you and…" He was interrupted by a cynical roll of the eyes which indicated that she thought what he was saying was a load of bull. "No, it's true. Believe me you're better off here with me than running around out there. I am simply putting the restraints on you because I cannot have you running around loose. The cuffs are for my protection." He took his hand away from her mouth to let her speak.
She was panting now, trying to catch all the breath that she had expended screaming her lungs out. "Are you sure… I'm not tied up because of that thing I said about the porn store, right?" He shook his head. "You're not going to rape me or anything." Another shake of the head.
"Well why the hell not, is there something wrong with me? Am I ugly?"
"No, just deranged." Spike was at the very end of his tether with this girl and for a moment contemplated giving her another dose of sedative. He could stand her unconscious. "And although I have been known to favor eccentric ladies in my day, you, princess just take the cake."
"I resent that." She pouted for a little while, and then she started again. "Just let me go- I doubt that anybody is after me and I think you're just one of those savior-complex guys ok? Or maybe you're just paranoid. I know a very good psychiatrist and he could help you work out these issues. Honestly, I'm going to be ok. Now uncuff me."
"Not in a million years."
"Why the hell not? I'm not going to kill you, I can't even hurt a fly. Plus I'm a vegan you moron."
"No wonder you're so bent. Don't you know you need protein for your brain? Bleedin' wonder you can speak at all."
She got pissed off at that, and seeing the wrath on her face, Spike decided to leave her be. She could make all the noise she wanted and noone would ever hear her in this district, but then he was watching a particularly engrossing episode of 'E.R.' which had become his new favorite show since he had seen an episode and realized it was so bloody. Plus he got a satisfactory sense of Schadenfreude from seeing all those people suffer. Hehehe.
As he turned to go back to the TV, she called out to him.
"Yo…"
He didn't look back.
"Yo, Blondie!"
He froze, paused and swung back in one fluid motion.
"Alright, that's it." He walked over to the trunk at the foot of the bed and started digging through it and Darcy panicked. Maybe he would bring out the scalpel and torture implements now. With bated breath she waited for the iron maiden or whip or whatever the hell it was this sicko was going to use on her and it was… a sock?
Her eyes widened. "What the hell are you going to do with that?"
"This, my dear is an implement that I have absolutely no qualms about stuffing down your throat the next time you decide to give me pet names. That clear?" He was saying this in a very low and menacing voice and suddenly Darcy felt more than just a little chilled at the sound of it.
She tried not to be intimidated but then in her current position, who wouldn't be? But at least she was able to muster something out. "So what should I call you then?"
"Call me…" He paused for dramatic effect. God he missed playing the villain. "Spike."
"That's a stupid name. I preferred Blondie."
He lunged at her with the sock in hand and she backpedaled. "Fine, fine. Spike."
He dangled the sock in front of her in the most threatening way her could, then he stalked back to the TV. However, before he could get about ten feet away from the bed, he heard her start up again.
"Spike, I need to pee."
Oh for the love of…
* * * * * * * * * * * *
He had set her free for a while because she had needed too use the bathroom and then he decided to tell her to shower as well so she could be finished in one go.
He sat outside the little curtain that served as a makeshift partition for the bathroom he installed and he asked himself why the hell did he let that Slayer talk him into something as ludicrous as this. A pet human?
He was dangling something in his fingers, playing with it. The card that the lawyer bitch from hell had given him. God she was a real black widow that one, a femme fatale. He was so tempted to just kill her but not until he had given her a good shagging as well. He had long ceased to wonder at the way his twisted little mind worked.
Darcy was possibly the most annoying creature he had ever encountered in his life. And not in the whole 'I hate you and I want to shag you senseless' way either. She was just plain annoying. He wouldn't be surprised if he found out that she was some specimen of extraterrestrial life. Wouldn't bat a bloody eyelash.
What harm could possibly come of handing her over to the firm? Stupid girl wanted to die anyway, so he might as well get something out of it. His chip, out.
For one full minute, he allowed himself to consider the possibility of really getting the chip removed. He could kill again. No more animal blood forever. Everything would be fresh and organic, as opposed to the iron rust taste of bottled blood. The kill, the hunt.
Predator and prey.
He had spaced out for a second until he heard Darcy's voice calling out to him.
"Spike, I don't have any clothes."
He looked at her, dazed by visions of killing and complete anarchy. "What?"
"Spike, I have nothing to wear. I don't have any clothes." Her head was peeking out from behind the partition and she was afraid to venture out any more.
He sighed in exasperation. "Stay here I'll go get something."
He walked into the bedroom contemplating what he could get for her to wear. One of his shirts? No, he wouldn't want to part with that. Besides she wouldn't fit into any of his clothes, the skinny thing.
He paced the room, trying to think of a solution to the apparel problem when he noticed the trunk.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"This is scratchy." Darcy said, pulling at the gauze sleeves of her dress and making a face.
"Shut up. Would you rather walk around naked?" He replied, never taking his eyes off the TV.
"I. Can't. Walk." she practically spat the words out.
They were sitting in the living room now and Darcy was bound to some sort of rolling office chair that he found. Her midriff was chained to the chair but her arms and legs were free and he got a real kick out of watching her roll awkwardly across the floor. She looked like a baby in a walker.
"Oh I forgot." He looked at her with a sadistic smile on his face. "Stop complaining Sit 'n' Spin."
He was actually being quite hospitable, he thought. What, with feeding her and everything. For a moment he thought he'd gone soft and then he realized she was his ticket to blood and glory. Woo-hoo.
"What are you doing with women's clothes anyway? Don't tell me you have other hobbies apart from recreational abduction and torture." She sniffed at the dress and made a face. "Damn thing smells like mothballs."
He ignored her, thinking it would make her shut up but then she just kept whining.
"I need my meds, and my music and the rest of my clothes. And then the rent is due on Friday and I've got all this other stuff to do. Plus Simon must be so worried and now I'm stuck here like a quadruped on wheels. No, life just doesn't get any better."
She kept going on and on about how she needed her stuff and knickknacks and then Spike realized that she didn't really seem to be resisting much, sort of resigned to her life as a captive.
"Spike, if I'm going to live here I'm going to need my meds."
"Fine. We'll pick them up tomorrow. Happy?"
"Yeah. As I can be."
He noticed how calm she was being and he couldn't help but think it was strange for someone who had just gotten kidnapped to be so… Ok with it. "You seem to be dealing with this awfully well."
Darcy looked him in the eyes and he noticed that sad and weary expression again.
"It hurts less if you don't fight it."
He didn't know what to say to that and they both watched TV in silence.
TBC