Title: On a Bed of Angels
Author: A. Beautiful. Disaster
Rating: R
Summary: Summary: How can such a cruel thing happen to the most undeserving? A man so sensitive, a man so sweet and gentle How can someone have such a beautiful thing taken from him? A nick piece
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em
Author's Notes: I am so sorry that this chapter took so long. It was hard to get this chapter exactly how I wanted it. So with out further ado I give to you the eighth chapter in "On a Bed of Angels.
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The sound of her own breath was the only reminder that she was alive. That and the steady sound of her heart pounding in her ears. She was reminded of her existence but no one was around to hear that reminder but herself. No one was near to know if she was alive or dead and she hoped against all hope that Uncle Nick knew she was alive. She prayed that he was fighting for her, looking for her, and she prayed that he was not giving up on her.
She gritted her teeth as she brought her ducked taped wrists to her eye level. With a small cry of anger, she wrestled with the tape that pulled at her flesh with every move. The harder she pulled, the tighter the tape became. After a few minutes, she was left with throbbing wrist and a heavy lump in her throat. She screamed in frustration before breaking into a round of sobs. She shook her head violently and winced at the pain it brought. She took in a few deep breaths to calm herself before she bit viscously into the duck tape. She tore at the tape with her teeth, disparate to rid her wrists of the restraint. After what seemed like hours, she managed to break through the sticky adhesive. With a small smile of victory, she ripped the remaining duck tape from her wrists. She rubbed them to try to dull the pain that stung her flesh.
Wiping away the tears that stung her dirty face, she submerged her hands in the water and pulled at the tape that held her ankles together. The adhesive, softened by the water, pulled off much easier and this attempt was less painful than the first. Once the tape was peeled away from her ankles and left to float in the water along with the tape from her wrists, Lily felt stronger. She had felt so helpless being bound and alone down here, unable to protect herself. Now that she was no longer restrained, Lillian Stokes felt much less venerable.
With a wince and a small grunt, she brought her self to her feet. She griped the side of the stonewall to keep from falling as her knees buckled. With a deep breath, she steadied herself and slowly loosened her grip. She took a step and slowly made her way through the now cold water that surrounded her. The light continued to flicker above her head and she held her breath as she watched the unfamiliar shadows. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt like her breath was being forced from her lungs. Her breath quickened and she felt dizzy. She shook her head, no. She couldn't have a panic attack, not down here. She swallowed and closed her eyes trying to calm herself. After a few minutes of standing in the middle of the room, she finally got her breathing under control. She kept her eyes closed, listening to her breathing, cool and calm, cool and calm, cool and calm. You're all right. You're all right. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.
The light flickered above her and she could see it through her closed eyelids. She listened to the sounds that echoed off the stonewalls: the dripping off water, the slow swinging of the bare light bulb and the creak of some body's weight on the stairs. Her eyes flew open and fixed on the man that watched her from the stairs. She gasped and froze, like a deer caught in headlights, like a fly caught in a spider's web. She watched him tilt his head back and forth, studying her from all angles. It made a shiver run up her spine.
His eyes were emerald green and glistened in the dull light. His sandy blond hair was tousled and looked as if it hadn't been washed in a few days. His lips were curled into a twisted smile as his eyes ran over her body. Nearly 40, the man's chin was dusted with stubble and it appeared like he hadn't changed his clothes in a while.
"You're beautiful." He told her, his southern drawl thick. She shuttered and a tear spilled over and travel down her check. The stairs creaked as he shifted his weight and stepped down in to the water. Lilly, legs numb, stumbled back as he approached her. She let out a small gasp when she felt the cold stone against her back. She had trapped herself against the wall. She had cornered herself, and her fifteen-year-old body trembled with fear. Shit.
The southern man had moved close enough and his shadow was cast over her body. She cringed with she smelled the thick smell of vodka and rum. Hot tears began to fall, one after the other and she bit her lips trying not the let the sob escape her throat.
"Even more beautiful when you cry." The sob leapt free at that statement and she shut her eyes tightly. This is not happening. This is *not* happening. She felt his hand brush against her check and she tried to snug closer to the wall, disappear in it, but it was useless. He wiped away the tears and left his hand on her face. She could feel his hot breath against her mouth and the sick smell of alcohol assaulted her nose making bile rise in her throat.
Slowly, she opened her eyes to find him mere inches from her. She squirmed against the wall as those green eyes struck her. They were so..cold and detached. So lifeless. She opened her mouth and she saw his eyes travel to her lips as he licked his own.
"What. what do you want with me?" She asked in a scared whisper and she waited for an answer. It was a few minutes before he tore his gaze away from her lips and turned to her scared brown eyes. She felt his hands grip both her wrists and she gasped as he moved closer to her.
"Don't you know?" He asked genuinely surprised at her question. She shook her head slowly. He grinned at her, a wide toothy grin, the grin of a predator. He leaned in and she twisted her head in disgust, but he was not going for her lips. Instead, he leaned towards her ear.
"I want to hear you scream."
It was faster than she ever imaged. He brought her arms above her head and slammed them against the wall. He griped both wrists in one hand and cupped her breast roughly with the other. She screamed and he pinned her to the wall with his hips. She struggled against his weight, but that did nothing but manage to scrape her arms against the rough stone.
Her screams turned to sobs and see stopped her struggle. He kissed her violently and she thought she was going to vomit. The smell of booze was overwhelming. Tears streamed down her cheeks and when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she acted. Her teeth sunk into his lip and he screamed in pain. Letting go off her breast and her wrists, he threw her to the ground. She cried in pain and began to cough as she swallowed a mouth full of the water. She choked and sputtered and tried unsuccessfully to breathe as the southern man loomed over her.
"Fucking bitch."
He grabbed her hair and twisted her around to her back. She coughed and spat the water that remained in her mouth in his face. With a cry of rage, he hit her. She laid still for a moment and waited for the world to stop spinning. In this time, the room grew quiet and all she could hear was the southern man's deep breathing. Her eyelids fluttered and she felt as if she was floating, detached from her body. The southern man's breathing calmed and the room became even more still and quiet. She focused her eyes on him and watched as he wiped away blood from his lip. She watched him and waited for what was to come next.
"Fucking Bitch." He repeated, venom in his voice. With a cool glare, he spat bloody saliva into the water and left her lying in the water. With a sigh of relief, Lily squinted her eyes closed and listened as the stairs creaked under his weight. Once the door slammed shut and the sound echoed endlessly off the stone walls, Lillian brought her hands to her face and began to scream.
--------------------------------------------------------- what did you think?
Author: A. Beautiful. Disaster
Rating: R
Summary: Summary: How can such a cruel thing happen to the most undeserving? A man so sensitive, a man so sweet and gentle How can someone have such a beautiful thing taken from him? A nick piece
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em
Author's Notes: I am so sorry that this chapter took so long. It was hard to get this chapter exactly how I wanted it. So with out further ado I give to you the eighth chapter in "On a Bed of Angels.
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The sound of her own breath was the only reminder that she was alive. That and the steady sound of her heart pounding in her ears. She was reminded of her existence but no one was around to hear that reminder but herself. No one was near to know if she was alive or dead and she hoped against all hope that Uncle Nick knew she was alive. She prayed that he was fighting for her, looking for her, and she prayed that he was not giving up on her.
She gritted her teeth as she brought her ducked taped wrists to her eye level. With a small cry of anger, she wrestled with the tape that pulled at her flesh with every move. The harder she pulled, the tighter the tape became. After a few minutes, she was left with throbbing wrist and a heavy lump in her throat. She screamed in frustration before breaking into a round of sobs. She shook her head violently and winced at the pain it brought. She took in a few deep breaths to calm herself before she bit viscously into the duck tape. She tore at the tape with her teeth, disparate to rid her wrists of the restraint. After what seemed like hours, she managed to break through the sticky adhesive. With a small smile of victory, she ripped the remaining duck tape from her wrists. She rubbed them to try to dull the pain that stung her flesh.
Wiping away the tears that stung her dirty face, she submerged her hands in the water and pulled at the tape that held her ankles together. The adhesive, softened by the water, pulled off much easier and this attempt was less painful than the first. Once the tape was peeled away from her ankles and left to float in the water along with the tape from her wrists, Lily felt stronger. She had felt so helpless being bound and alone down here, unable to protect herself. Now that she was no longer restrained, Lillian Stokes felt much less venerable.
With a wince and a small grunt, she brought her self to her feet. She griped the side of the stonewall to keep from falling as her knees buckled. With a deep breath, she steadied herself and slowly loosened her grip. She took a step and slowly made her way through the now cold water that surrounded her. The light continued to flicker above her head and she held her breath as she watched the unfamiliar shadows. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt like her breath was being forced from her lungs. Her breath quickened and she felt dizzy. She shook her head, no. She couldn't have a panic attack, not down here. She swallowed and closed her eyes trying to calm herself. After a few minutes of standing in the middle of the room, she finally got her breathing under control. She kept her eyes closed, listening to her breathing, cool and calm, cool and calm, cool and calm. You're all right. You're all right. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.
The light flickered above her and she could see it through her closed eyelids. She listened to the sounds that echoed off the stonewalls: the dripping off water, the slow swinging of the bare light bulb and the creak of some body's weight on the stairs. Her eyes flew open and fixed on the man that watched her from the stairs. She gasped and froze, like a deer caught in headlights, like a fly caught in a spider's web. She watched him tilt his head back and forth, studying her from all angles. It made a shiver run up her spine.
His eyes were emerald green and glistened in the dull light. His sandy blond hair was tousled and looked as if it hadn't been washed in a few days. His lips were curled into a twisted smile as his eyes ran over her body. Nearly 40, the man's chin was dusted with stubble and it appeared like he hadn't changed his clothes in a while.
"You're beautiful." He told her, his southern drawl thick. She shuttered and a tear spilled over and travel down her check. The stairs creaked as he shifted his weight and stepped down in to the water. Lilly, legs numb, stumbled back as he approached her. She let out a small gasp when she felt the cold stone against her back. She had trapped herself against the wall. She had cornered herself, and her fifteen-year-old body trembled with fear. Shit.
The southern man had moved close enough and his shadow was cast over her body. She cringed with she smelled the thick smell of vodka and rum. Hot tears began to fall, one after the other and she bit her lips trying not the let the sob escape her throat.
"Even more beautiful when you cry." The sob leapt free at that statement and she shut her eyes tightly. This is not happening. This is *not* happening. She felt his hand brush against her check and she tried to snug closer to the wall, disappear in it, but it was useless. He wiped away the tears and left his hand on her face. She could feel his hot breath against her mouth and the sick smell of alcohol assaulted her nose making bile rise in her throat.
Slowly, she opened her eyes to find him mere inches from her. She squirmed against the wall as those green eyes struck her. They were so..cold and detached. So lifeless. She opened her mouth and she saw his eyes travel to her lips as he licked his own.
"What. what do you want with me?" She asked in a scared whisper and she waited for an answer. It was a few minutes before he tore his gaze away from her lips and turned to her scared brown eyes. She felt his hands grip both her wrists and she gasped as he moved closer to her.
"Don't you know?" He asked genuinely surprised at her question. She shook her head slowly. He grinned at her, a wide toothy grin, the grin of a predator. He leaned in and she twisted her head in disgust, but he was not going for her lips. Instead, he leaned towards her ear.
"I want to hear you scream."
It was faster than she ever imaged. He brought her arms above her head and slammed them against the wall. He griped both wrists in one hand and cupped her breast roughly with the other. She screamed and he pinned her to the wall with his hips. She struggled against his weight, but that did nothing but manage to scrape her arms against the rough stone.
Her screams turned to sobs and see stopped her struggle. He kissed her violently and she thought she was going to vomit. The smell of booze was overwhelming. Tears streamed down her cheeks and when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she acted. Her teeth sunk into his lip and he screamed in pain. Letting go off her breast and her wrists, he threw her to the ground. She cried in pain and began to cough as she swallowed a mouth full of the water. She choked and sputtered and tried unsuccessfully to breathe as the southern man loomed over her.
"Fucking bitch."
He grabbed her hair and twisted her around to her back. She coughed and spat the water that remained in her mouth in his face. With a cry of rage, he hit her. She laid still for a moment and waited for the world to stop spinning. In this time, the room grew quiet and all she could hear was the southern man's deep breathing. Her eyelids fluttered and she felt as if she was floating, detached from her body. The southern man's breathing calmed and the room became even more still and quiet. She focused her eyes on him and watched as he wiped away blood from his lip. She watched him and waited for what was to come next.
"Fucking Bitch." He repeated, venom in his voice. With a cool glare, he spat bloody saliva into the water and left her lying in the water. With a sigh of relief, Lily squinted her eyes closed and listened as the stairs creaked under his weight. Once the door slammed shut and the sound echoed endlessly off the stone walls, Lillian brought her hands to her face and began to scream.
--------------------------------------------------------- what did you think?