I wanted to fight off his advances. I really did. But there were two things
stopping me. I didn't have the strength to fight him off, and the fact that
the cold metal of the laser was poking into my stomach. But I refused to
kiss him back. I refused to give in to this cold hearted murderer. He had
killed Riff only to get me.
That scum. I hated him. whatever feelings I had had about him were gone. He was no longer my friend. He was now a murderer, a bastard. I wanted nothing more than to destroy him, like he had destroyed Riff. But I couldn't, I didn't have the strength. When he killed Riff, he had drained me of all my energy.
He dropped the hand holding me against the wall, confident that I wouldn't escape, and started using it to unbutton my blouse. I tried to shy away from his cold, crawling, murderous flesh, but the laser kept me still. Finally, I could take it no more. Riff was the only man that I would ever let do anything to me. And now, Riff was gone.
And John and pushed things to far. I reached up and slapped him. he rubbed his cheek where my hand had connected, and stared at me, venom in his eyes. He pushed the laser in to my flesh, and I could feel a drop of blood where the points had sunk in. "Oh Magenta, you're mine, don't you know that?" he said, talking to me like I was a little child.
"I don't want to hurt you if I don't have to, but if I have to, I will." He said, kissing me again. "Your skin is so soft, so smooth, let me have it. Or I will have to take it from you." I didn't doubt what he said about taking it from me either. He ran his hand down my pale skin that was exposed after he unbuttoned my blouse. He gently started to push the shirt down my shoulders.
"There's a good girl. Enjoy it. Don't fight it." I could feel my anger rising. I saw my chance. He'd dropped his hand with the laser. I gave in somewhat, and I felt him relax even more, now that I was playing along with his sick, demented fantasy. But then, in one smooth move, I grabbed the laser away from him, and pointed it at him.
"Oh Magenta, you have to screw things up, don't you?" he said staring at me, with his hands up. he looked ready to kill me, but his voice still had that same soft tone. "give me back the laser. Just give it to me, and everything will be fine." I stood my ground. I wasn't going to give it back to him.
"Well then, have it your way." He said, and from seeming out of nowhere, produced another one. "You didn't take me to be a fool, did you? I had a feeling something like this might happen. I'm always prepared for anything." He said. I had lost the battle. I was ready to give up. he took a step forward, and I backed up, until we were out of the hall, and back in the living room. I looked over at where Riff lay. At least I would be joining him now.
John circled me. I still had the laser in my hand, but I knew that he had sharp reflexes. If I shot him, he'd shoot me as well. I felt like the prey, being circled by the preditor. He moved in, spiriling closer and closer to me. Before he was next to me. He grabbed the laser I was holding away from me, and pushed both of them into me. "It's been nice, but you've been a bad girl Magenta. I'm going to have to kill you. Betrayal does not go unpunished."
Betrayal. He had accused me of betraying him. but I had no way of stopping him. I just stood there, my breathing shallow. He gave a small chuckle, and pushed the tip of the laser harder into me, making me stumble slightly. I wanted him to get it over with. I wanted him to kill me. And he was about to, when he was interrupted by an all too familiar voice. "Let her go, John."
That scum. I hated him. whatever feelings I had had about him were gone. He was no longer my friend. He was now a murderer, a bastard. I wanted nothing more than to destroy him, like he had destroyed Riff. But I couldn't, I didn't have the strength. When he killed Riff, he had drained me of all my energy.
He dropped the hand holding me against the wall, confident that I wouldn't escape, and started using it to unbutton my blouse. I tried to shy away from his cold, crawling, murderous flesh, but the laser kept me still. Finally, I could take it no more. Riff was the only man that I would ever let do anything to me. And now, Riff was gone.
And John and pushed things to far. I reached up and slapped him. he rubbed his cheek where my hand had connected, and stared at me, venom in his eyes. He pushed the laser in to my flesh, and I could feel a drop of blood where the points had sunk in. "Oh Magenta, you're mine, don't you know that?" he said, talking to me like I was a little child.
"I don't want to hurt you if I don't have to, but if I have to, I will." He said, kissing me again. "Your skin is so soft, so smooth, let me have it. Or I will have to take it from you." I didn't doubt what he said about taking it from me either. He ran his hand down my pale skin that was exposed after he unbuttoned my blouse. He gently started to push the shirt down my shoulders.
"There's a good girl. Enjoy it. Don't fight it." I could feel my anger rising. I saw my chance. He'd dropped his hand with the laser. I gave in somewhat, and I felt him relax even more, now that I was playing along with his sick, demented fantasy. But then, in one smooth move, I grabbed the laser away from him, and pointed it at him.
"Oh Magenta, you have to screw things up, don't you?" he said staring at me, with his hands up. he looked ready to kill me, but his voice still had that same soft tone. "give me back the laser. Just give it to me, and everything will be fine." I stood my ground. I wasn't going to give it back to him.
"Well then, have it your way." He said, and from seeming out of nowhere, produced another one. "You didn't take me to be a fool, did you? I had a feeling something like this might happen. I'm always prepared for anything." He said. I had lost the battle. I was ready to give up. he took a step forward, and I backed up, until we were out of the hall, and back in the living room. I looked over at where Riff lay. At least I would be joining him now.
John circled me. I still had the laser in my hand, but I knew that he had sharp reflexes. If I shot him, he'd shoot me as well. I felt like the prey, being circled by the preditor. He moved in, spiriling closer and closer to me. Before he was next to me. He grabbed the laser I was holding away from me, and pushed both of them into me. "It's been nice, but you've been a bad girl Magenta. I'm going to have to kill you. Betrayal does not go unpunished."
Betrayal. He had accused me of betraying him. but I had no way of stopping him. I just stood there, my breathing shallow. He gave a small chuckle, and pushed the tip of the laser harder into me, making me stumble slightly. I wanted him to get it over with. I wanted him to kill me. And he was about to, when he was interrupted by an all too familiar voice. "Let her go, John."