AN: Yes, I'm back with more. This time there's a real lemon! Yay, aren't I the best author in the world? Ha-ha, that was just a joke; I'm still very much sane, thank you very much. Anyways here comes a chapter filled with steamy fun (finally!) –KEISHA ;)
Chapter 10 "In the clutches of the devil"
Casey POV
When I heard the door opening again, I looked towards it, hoping for a miracle, but knowing I'd get none. But when I saw Derek enter the room I silently started to pray. This is the first time I've ever prayed. The look in Derek's eyes was dangerous.
"Trust me Casey once I'm through with you you'll beg me for mercy." He said before crawling on top of me. I tried to make a sound but the sock-gag was working pretty well. Once I'd looked into his eyes I knew this day was gonna be bad. I should've never set a goddamned foot in here.
Derek's hands moved over my body, making me arch for him. "You're such a slut, Case." He murmured as he slipped his boxers off. He quickly positioned himself at my opening and pushed into me, his hands removed the sock from my mouth as I screamed out.
"Scream, Casey, scream, nobody's gonna hear you except me and I want to hear you scream today." Derek said, his hips picking up a fast rhythm. It felt so good, my body was on fire. I screamed, screamed at the top of my lungs. While Derek fucked me, hard. He pumped into me at full force while his teeth bit my neck, leaving dark marks on my body.
"How does it feel, Casey? Being fucked by the man you hate the most? How does it feel to know that I'm the only man who can make you feel like this?" Derek asked, still moving inside me at full force while I try to keep my sanity together. I couldn't. I turned into a mess begging him to have mercy on me, because I couldn't take it anymore. He laughed in my face, but kept going, for hours and hours. Thank god I blacked out sometime in the middle, when I woke up, my body hurt like hell but Derek was nowhere to be seen, the handcuffs were still in place.
I took a deep breath. 'I had touched his most sacred memories, had found his hidden heart. Yes the monster does own a heart. Even tough I still can't believe it on my own, but he does have a heart, those pictures show me he does.' I flinched as I registered the pain shooting through my abdomen came not only from my front but from my backside also. I pulled on the cuffs; they only clicked together, their grip not slackening. I need a bathroom, REAL bad. I gulp, there's only one way to get there now. I sure as hell DON'T want to know what he'll do, if I pee on his bed. I closed my eyes as waves of pain crashed over me, I was sure to be black and blue by tomorrow morning.
I closed my eyes, thinking for a split second before shouting "DEREK!" as loud as I can. It's as if he's just stood behind the door. He walks in a dark smirk on his face, freshly showered. I hesitate for a second before looking up into his eyes, thank god; they're not black anymore, but the dangerous glints still there… "D…Derek...I...I need to pee…." I stutter out. "Please…I I won't be able to h...Hold it in…" I look at him, begging him. I can't believe I'm begging him again…
He smirks. "Well, then Casey you should've thought about that before you came into my room and touched, muddied some of my most private things, some of my memories. Memories you had absolutely NO right to ever know, or see!" Derek said, the darkness moving back into his eyes.
"No, please, I said I'm sorry, Please, Derek, please." I beg, looking at him through big eyes, knowing he hates my eyes sometimes, they remind him of Marti. He walks over, his fingers moving over my naked, bruised body."I bet you are, Casey." Derek says. "Anyways, I'm hungry." He smiles, walking up to me; he stuffs something into my mouth. I scream out as I taste wool and sweat on my tongue, the sock again, at least I hoped it was the sock… I let my head sink against the pillows again, sighing. Again, I've lost against him, but what's the deal with Abby Venturi that no one ever talks about her, what did she do? And why the hell is he the way he is? At least the last of these questions always lingers on my mind. My eyes wander through Derek's room and fall on a...Book. A book in Derek's room? It certainly doesn't look like a discarded schoolbook to my eyes. Derek has nerds doing his homework for him. It's a black book, with a leather cover and no writing on the back. Could it be… does Derek Venturi write a diary? I quickly dismiss the thought; 'I sniffed through his memories and this is where it landed me, what's he gonna do if I read his diary, if I catch a glimpse into his mind…?' I think.
I suppress the urge to go to the bathroom, as long as I can keep my eyes open, but sometime I close my eyes and drift into the heavenly arms of sleep. When I wake up again its dark outside and my arms are burning like hell, but hey at least I'm not tied up anymore. I sigh, thanking the gods in heaven for small miracles. But before I can even think about getting out of Derek's bed, I feel it, the arm round my waist. 'No!' I think, closing my eyes in defeat. The arm is attached to a peacefully snoring Derek, who has his eyes closed and his mouth open. I look at him and see…innocence on his features, an emotion that shouldn't be there. Monsters shouldn't look like this, even when they sleep. I move unconsciously, and he stirs. "Nnnngh…. No mommy, stay…." It's a soft whisper and I wouldn't have caught it if I wasn't this close to him and suddenly I understand Derek Venturi better than I ever have. I look at him; his features slightly illuminated by the moonlight and see the little boy whose mother left him, who had to mature faster than he was supposed to, but still… That does not give him the right to treat me the way he does.
He's still that little boy whose mother left him, why I do not know, but I swear to myself to find out. Helping him means helping me; as soon as I get his brain fixed I can get on with my life.
AN: Really sorry that it took me this long to update, but I've got connection problems. My Inet at home isn't working, hope I can sneak somewhere to read all your reviews tough.