I am so sorry guys. I know that I promised to keep writing this story, but lately I have been busy with my first year of college. I hope that you can forgive me. I will try my best to get this done.
Please Read: I would also like to warn you that this chapter may be slightly mature and a little bit horrific. It is nothing TOO horrible, but it isn't going to be all rainbows and sunshine in this fan-fiction. Please keep in mind that this is also a horror story and it involves a villain who is notorious for creating fear. This warning is to readers who are very sensitive to horror. If you are expecting a happily ever after story, then this is not for you and you may want to stop reading now. I am not trying to be mean or make this story sound like it is going to be extreme horror, but this is just a warning for some people.
This story will remain rated T because it does not have very extreme violence or sexual themes. However, I will remind the readers that this is a dark story and it should be treated as such. I probably should have put this warning up in the first chapter, but I figured that this is where the story starts to move towards the ending and it may start to get darker as the story progresses.
Sorry, if I had scared some of you with the warning, but I thought it was necessary for the readers to know. I hope that you will still keep reading. Most of you already know that this is a horror story, but this is just a warning for the readers who are a bit sensitive. If you like horror and suspense, then this message is not for you. I apologize for making this message so long and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
The Brave One
Chapter 25
Heart Break and Fear
Samantha sat stiffly on the edge of Crane's bed as he continued to kiss her.
She had the distinct feeling that she was falling. Her lips seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved to match Crane's actions.
She was stunned and couldn't turn away from him. Her body was in a trance, almost like she had lost her ability to move. She felt imprisoned in own body. Her mind was in a fog as she lost control of herself.
Crane continued to kiss her with great force. His hand held her face steady as he licked her bottom lip.
Pleasure had shot through her and she hated it. She wanted to turn away, but she couldn't. He was too strong.
His hand had held her chin in a vice grip. He was slowly moving her down on the bed and she noticed.
She felt the panic begin to rise within her, but she kept it well hidden. She didn't want to give Crane the satisfaction of seeing her despair. The worst of part it was the fact that she was kissing him back, unable to find the will to stop.
Part of her was actually enjoying the kiss. His lips tasted sweet and she had never experienced a kiss like his before. The only kiss that she had ever experienced was a peck or two, but Crane's kissing was entirely different. It was deep and rough, nothing like she had ever experienced before.
There was something else to his kiss that made her enticed in his trance. He kiss was needy and lustful, another thing that she had never experienced before. She would've never thought that a simple kiss could have so much power. It was almost as if he needed to control her.
While his warm lips went to work, he placed her body down on the bed. Her back hit the soft bed and she felt Crane's body lay on top of her own.
Her heart began to pound furiously in her chest. Fear shot through her body as she began to shake. She didn't like the fact that his body was on top of hers she had felt even more trapped.
She whimpered softly through his kiss.
Crane must have noticed her discomfort and stopped kissing her. He studied her shaking form.
"Shhh. Shhh. Samantha, I am not going to hurt you." He said as he caressed her cheek with his hand.
She shivered at his touch. Her mind could now register what was happening as she felt her hands being held above her head.
He was lying; he was going to hurt her.
She started to struggle against him. Panic started to hit her as she tried desperately to find a way to shake him off.
"Get off of me!" She screamed, noticing the devilish smirk that was slowly forming on his lips. Her body continued to squirm underneath him. She fought for her life, fearful of what Crane was planning to do with her next.
Crane reacted to her futile attempts to escape with amusement. His lips curled upwards like a predator and his eyes reflected an icy blue as he kept his hand firmly on her wrists. He moved his face closer to hers.
"Scream all you'd like. I don't mind at all." He spoke coolly, sending shivers crawling down her spine. Her mind screamed at her to fight harder.
"What are you going to do to me?" She asked, obviously not liking the position she was currently in. One minute she was enjoying a comforting kiss and the next minute, she is pushed down on the bed with him lying on top of her. It was all happening too fast. She feared for the worst as she begged for his mercy. "Please, don't hurt me…"
"Samantha, you need to cooperate with me. I have told you before that I need you for my experiments. You will assist me by testing my fear toxin and as long as you obey me, I will not harm you." He spoke calmly.
She stopped squirming, but her body continued to tremble with fear.
"I can't…" She replied, terrified that he wanted her to test his fear toxin again. "Your toxin…It will kill me…" Her memory played back the images of her mother screaming in agony on the floor before her…all of that blood…She couldn't possibly go through that ordeal again.
"You are strong, my dear. My toxin will not kill you." He stated, trying to calm the young girl down so that he could use the needle on her again. He still needed to use Samantha for his experiments. He couldn't risk trying to search for another test subject now, not with Miss Steller most likely sending out an entire army to search for him. As much as he hated to admit it, Samantha had become very valuable to him. "I will only be giving you the toxin in small doses."
She was sad and angry. Crane had fooled her into believing that he actually cared about her. He manipulated her and she fell for it. He had used her distressed state against her.
He stared down at her, watching her reaction. Her eyes watered and she had turned her head away from him. She looked like she was deep in thought.
"Was that the reason you kissed me? To subdue me and get me to take your toxin again?" She questioned him, her sadness becoming apparent in her tone of voice. She was disappointed at herself for falling for Crane…Why did he fascinate her so much? She should have known better. It was a mistake to assume that Crane had even an ounce of kindness within him. He played her and he had won.
Crane had been taken surprise by the girl's question. It made him question his own motives in trying to understand why he had felt such an intense attraction to the girl. He was confused by his own reactions to the girl.
He saw her trembling beneath him and witnessed the way her whole body seemed to react in fear of him. It was empowering, watching her finally submit to his will. He had to admit that he thoroughly enjoyed the control he had over her.
Crane had never felt such a power with his victims before. Most of his experiments would only be extremely afraid of his toxin, rather than of him alone. He wasn't even wearing his mask and she was still afraid of him, which had made him feel even more powerful.
However, Samantha was absolutely terrified of him because she had an obsession with him. She was interesting and she was so eager to appease him. He had to admit that it attracted him, seeing her suffer because of him. Yet, a small part still felt repulsed by the fact that he was aroused by her fear and suffering, and he couldn't pinpoint why. He almost felt some sympathy for the girl's pain.
When he didn't answer her questions, Samantha's weak voice came out again.
"You don't even care. You just enjoy torturing me with your sick games." Tears came flowing gracefully down her cheeks as she turned her head away from him, staring at one of the blank, white walls. Her body still continued to shake uncontrollably.
"You're nothing." Her voice barely whispered for the fear that he would unleash his wrath upon her again. She was confused and angry at herself for giving into him. She felt like some of her innocence had been taken away from her, even if it was just a simple kiss. Her small glimmer of hope had been shattered. He had given her faith and then he had just taken it away with barely any effort at all.
"What did you say, mouse?" Crane asked her with irritation. The girl just wouldn't give in. She had to always open her mouth without a single thought. Well, he was getting tired of her antics.
Even when she was afraid of him, she would courageously speak out against him. He had to admit that the girl had the most guts that he had ever seen before. Perhaps, that was what attracted him to her in the first place. She was always willing to push just a little further. Her curious nature had made her rather courageous, which had fascinated Crane.
Upon hearing Crane's frustrated tone, Samantha froze as her heart kept quickening its pace. Crane had heard her and he sounded angry at her insult. However, she felt no guilt over what she had spoken. Crane was nothing…nothing but a horrible man who seeks pleasure by seeing her suffer.
She didn't answer him, angered by the way that he had toyed with her. His eyes scanned her face and she felt like he was trying to read her mind. Then, after a few seconds, he spoke to her again.
"You must cooperate with me. Take the injection of my toxin willingly and I promise that no harm will come to you." He spoke, trying to get her to bend for him. It would be easier for him if Samantha would just give in to his demands. He was tired of fighting with her constantly. He couldn't afford having her die on him now either. Crane knew that he was in a difficult situation. He had to get his experiments moving quickly if he wanted to defeat the Bat. If only the girl wasn't so emotional…
"Why should I help you?" She stated, biting her bottom lip in anger as she stared at the wall. Her mind was screaming at her to just shut her mouth and appease his demands. However, her rage made her tongue slip and she was now beginning to fear the consequences.
"You don't have a choice." Crane seethed. "I can use force if you'd prefer." He was getting angry now. Of course, the girl had to keep pushing. "However, I don't think you would like that very much. Now, I think it would very beneficial for you to obey me. We both know how capable I am of harming you."
For a moment Samantha didn't utter a word and Crane assumed that she was refusing him again. He sighed in frustration as he searched for the needle in his pocket.
Samantha just stared at the wall. What was she going to do? As much as she detested him, she realized that refusing him would only succeed in causing more harm to her. She didn't think she could bare his torture any longer.
"Very well, then." Crane spoke as he pulled out the needle and was about to plunge it into her jugular. Her eyes spotted the object in his hand and she quickly spoke up.
"Wait!" Her voice quickly sprang as she saw Crane holding the syringe above her body.
He stopped abruptly and stared at her with slight interest, waiting for her to continue speaking. After another second, she broke down.
"I'll…I'll do it." She spoke in defeat. "I'll inject myself with it."
Crane just smiled as he crawled off of her shaking form and sat beside her on the bed.
She moved from her uncomfortable position to sit up straight on the bed.
Crane shoved the syringe into her hands.
"Here you go, child."
Oh my goodness! Tune in next time folks!