Part One
The room was stark white with
pale linoleum floors. The only colors visible were the brown, purple, and black
of his bruises and the angry red scabs that forced his tanned skin to tighten
and pucker painfully around the wounds. The washed-out florescent lights
bounced painfully off the too clean walls and stabbed his sensitive eyes with
brilliant spears that only increased his ever-present headache. Every part of
him hurt as the he drew in a painful and terribly shallow breath of sterilized
air. His back had been whipped raw by lashings, and he could feel new bruises
rising on his lips and his tender inner thighs where they had forced themselves
upon him. His mind felt like it was bleeding from the constant assaults on his
shields. He wanted to die.
The cold adamantium cuffs and
matching inhibitor collar cut into his already raw flesh and sent chills through
him in spite of the fact that the temperature setting within his prison was
kept at a constant 98.6 degrees, lest he freeze to death. Those cuffs mocked
him and seemed to laugh as they glittered in the busy
light. If not for his weakened state,
those odious things could have never held him. He didn't think that his captors
knew that, but they realized that he was too dangerous to be careless around.
So far, in spite of the pain and the horror of what they had done to him, he
was far from broken and had refused to give them any information at all. Throughout drugs and rape and torture he
hadn't even told them his own name, let alone those who sent them, but he was
running out of time. Everyday they
brought in a new psychic for him to destroy, and everyday they got harder to
kill. It would only be a matter of time
before his final shields, even the offensive ones, shattered and let her come
tearing into his mind. Then it would
all be over, and even if they killed him, which they probably wouldn't, he would
be utterly destroyed, and the people that he was struggling to protect would be
dead with their blood on his hands.
The door slid open and he forced
himself not cringe- they may have taken his dignity, but he would be damned if
they robbed him of his pride. The door
slid shut again and he heard the metallic click of high-heeled boots walking
towards where he lay prone on the floor.
It took all of his self-control not to flinch away from the cool smooth
hand that moved slowly up his bare thigh and to his chest. He could smell the
thick cloying odor of her perfume as she lay down on the floor next to him and
continued to stroke his unresponsive naked body.
Propping herself up on her arm
she forced his head to turn towards her so that he had no choice but to face
her. She was undeniable beautiful; the
most troublesome women usually were.
Her face was a delicate oval that was dominated by a pretty mouth which
stopped just on the verge of being slightly too large. Her eyes were a disturbing shade of emerald
green and seemed to be painted into the portrait of her face rather than
set. The long black hair that was her
crowning glory fell over her shoulder and tickled his chest with silken,
coiling fingers. In another time and
under different circumstances, he would have probably enjoyed the attentions
with which she was currently showering him with, but at the moment his only
urge was to run as far from her as his legs could carry him.
Her moist red lips parted in a parody of a smile, revealing cruel looking white
teeth. Her voice gave him the vague
impression of having drunk a glass of very good wine very quickly. "Not feeling too talkative today, my pretty
little thief?" She leaned down and
kissed him hard on the lips. Taken by
surprise, his mouth opened slightly and he felt her hot tongue slip in and
slide over his upper teeth. He jerked
away and she laughed. "No matter, Gambit."
His eyes narrowed dangerously before he could control his expression and she
smiled again. "Yes, you didn't think that
we would figure that out so quickly did you, lover?" She pulled herself up and
swung her leg over him to straddle his body.
She pressed her hips down onto his pelvis hard and he bit back a cry of
pain.
"You know," she began again, "the guards have been getting very frustrated
since we took their bauble away.
Therefore," she continued, applying even more pressure to his body,
"because I've just been enjoying you so much, I've decided that nobody should
be deprived of such a delicious body, and have agreed to share with them. When I get you, they're welcome to watch,
and when they get you, I get to watch." He felt her gently brush her mind
against his shields, careful not to press them. "What do you think?"
He glared at her with inexpressible hatred and remained silent. He hadn't spoken since they'd captured him.
"No response, huh?" She leaned back on
him and began to unbutton her leather pants and pull down the fly. "Oh well.
You can tell your boys what you think of our little arrangement yourself. They're already on their way down to seal
the deal, as it were." Her smile was
like that of a viper. "Of course, I'm
sure that they'll understand if I start the opening ceremonies without them."
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