A/N: To answer the question that seems to resolve around this damn story's
universe, I wrote this originally for the purpose of a contest. Like many
contests, they had restrictions which for my case was a 1000 word limit. So
I had to keep it short and meaningful, or er, to the point. However since
my fucking (sorry for the prophanities little 13 year old munchkins)
birthday was on the deadline day, since I missed it, now all I have is a
half finished story. So I decided as a free bird to write what I want,
which had started as a "Serena and Darien screw each other and then fall in
love" to a "Serena and Darien tease each other, comfort, get mad, screw,
and then fall in love with a little odd twists and turns. So I'm extremely
sorry that the chapters are short. However they were like that to begin
with. I promise they'll be longer.
Disclaimer: Stop being lazy and read my previous chapters. I won't repeat the same damn thing again and again because some people won't take the time to read the fucking disclaimor. Get a job, loser.
Part Three: Friday
"Imagine, a powerful man brought down by a mere slip of a girl, who he defied his world and power for one look from her. This is why I fear to surrender my heart. I fear with all the blood stained upon my hands, for you are the only thing to bring me down on my knees." - Darien Shields, "Friday"
Human contact was shadowed from me, with exceptions of every midnight where he would stroll in, expecting for a sleeping virgin, while he sat my the bedside, stroking my cheek delicately, until Darien had realized of the actions he was playing and drew away as if his hand was scorched my skin. Then he left, but the son of Satan would always come again every night, and every night it was a reminder why I loved this man, with the kiss as a reminder of our passion. I remember the very words he spoke every night, with the hazy look on his eyes.
"Imagine, a powerful man brought down by a mere slip of a girl, who he defied his world and power for one look from her. This is why I fear to surrender my heart. I fear with all the blood stained upon my hands, for you are the only thing to bring me down on my knees."
And every night, I would weep with him. Until, I decided that silence should be broken, and life should take place in the lethal game of chess he was playing with me as a pawn.
One day, he came for a daytime visit, to see if I would surrender to him and his power. I stood from where I was seated, my eyes locking with his, noticing his gaze was on my bare shoulder, which was exposed by the white shirt that was so enormously huge it made me look smaller than I usually was cursed. Scarlet blushes had made me heat unusually, so I took my eyes towards the entwining fingers in my lap.
Then, I opened my mouth, to find no noise had come out. I tried again with victory this time. "Sir, I have a preposition for you. If you agree to this, will you let me out? Please, sir, please." More pitiful my sight was, I added begging to my lowliness, degrading my dignity even more.
"I will act as your servant, a maid if will, for an entire month. I work hard, I promise. Just please let me go after a month." An intangible emotion stirred in the depths of his midnight eyes, something I could sense with my hands, but it felt familiar with my heart. It was almost as if he was in pain. Pain of what? Pain for me leaving his sight, for such a beast to leave the beauty alone, to leave his castle. I might weep the day we will depart. Weep eternally.
Seconds seemed more hours than minutes into days, but this was how time went on, until he spoke in a husky tone, far too sensual for a normal man, more of a god I've seen in those Greek books. Apollo. Adonis. Zeus. While he was a god, I was a mortal girl, defenseless against his wicked strength and sexuality. "Very well, you start today, I have a personal visitor today, and I need you to serve the prepared appetizers. I bought you some clothes that might be appropriate for your . . . er, position."
The Thrid Episode of Hellhole 24/7, the Mini Series:
Bunny: Don't speak to me today.
Serena: Why not?
Bunny: . . .
Serena: Why not?
Bunny: . . .
Three hundred "why not's" later
Serena: Why not?
Bunny: Because if you don't shut the hell up, I'm going to let my German, valley girl/muscle man/message therapist on you and you will face his wrath. Go Pelly!
*Some big guy in leather pants and a red ribbon in his hair comes out, starts speaking in a dunce Arnold way [you know the big lug that says "Hasta La Vista, Baby."]*
Pelly: *speaks in German/Arnold valley girl way* Shut the 'ell up. My boy toy is going to call me. Oh Ricardo.
Bunny: Boy toy? *sweatdrops* You are supposed to beat Serena to a pulp. After she drags me to this gay strip bar, I want her dead.
Pelly: What the ever. I don't want my nails to break. I just got me a manicure from Ricardo. Oh that delicious bod.
Serena and Pelly: *sings and dances on a gay bar stage with these guys in leopard bikinis* It's raining men . . .
Bunny: Back to Hellhole 24/7 in a Gay Strip Bar.
Disclaimer: Stop being lazy and read my previous chapters. I won't repeat the same damn thing again and again because some people won't take the time to read the fucking disclaimor. Get a job, loser.
Part Three: Friday
"Imagine, a powerful man brought down by a mere slip of a girl, who he defied his world and power for one look from her. This is why I fear to surrender my heart. I fear with all the blood stained upon my hands, for you are the only thing to bring me down on my knees." - Darien Shields, "Friday"
Human contact was shadowed from me, with exceptions of every midnight where he would stroll in, expecting for a sleeping virgin, while he sat my the bedside, stroking my cheek delicately, until Darien had realized of the actions he was playing and drew away as if his hand was scorched my skin. Then he left, but the son of Satan would always come again every night, and every night it was a reminder why I loved this man, with the kiss as a reminder of our passion. I remember the very words he spoke every night, with the hazy look on his eyes.
"Imagine, a powerful man brought down by a mere slip of a girl, who he defied his world and power for one look from her. This is why I fear to surrender my heart. I fear with all the blood stained upon my hands, for you are the only thing to bring me down on my knees."
And every night, I would weep with him. Until, I decided that silence should be broken, and life should take place in the lethal game of chess he was playing with me as a pawn.
One day, he came for a daytime visit, to see if I would surrender to him and his power. I stood from where I was seated, my eyes locking with his, noticing his gaze was on my bare shoulder, which was exposed by the white shirt that was so enormously huge it made me look smaller than I usually was cursed. Scarlet blushes had made me heat unusually, so I took my eyes towards the entwining fingers in my lap.
Then, I opened my mouth, to find no noise had come out. I tried again with victory this time. "Sir, I have a preposition for you. If you agree to this, will you let me out? Please, sir, please." More pitiful my sight was, I added begging to my lowliness, degrading my dignity even more.
"I will act as your servant, a maid if will, for an entire month. I work hard, I promise. Just please let me go after a month." An intangible emotion stirred in the depths of his midnight eyes, something I could sense with my hands, but it felt familiar with my heart. It was almost as if he was in pain. Pain of what? Pain for me leaving his sight, for such a beast to leave the beauty alone, to leave his castle. I might weep the day we will depart. Weep eternally.
Seconds seemed more hours than minutes into days, but this was how time went on, until he spoke in a husky tone, far too sensual for a normal man, more of a god I've seen in those Greek books. Apollo. Adonis. Zeus. While he was a god, I was a mortal girl, defenseless against his wicked strength and sexuality. "Very well, you start today, I have a personal visitor today, and I need you to serve the prepared appetizers. I bought you some clothes that might be appropriate for your . . . er, position."
The Thrid Episode of Hellhole 24/7, the Mini Series:
Bunny: Don't speak to me today.
Serena: Why not?
Bunny: . . .
Serena: Why not?
Bunny: . . .
Three hundred "why not's" later
Serena: Why not?
Bunny: Because if you don't shut the hell up, I'm going to let my German, valley girl/muscle man/message therapist on you and you will face his wrath. Go Pelly!
*Some big guy in leather pants and a red ribbon in his hair comes out, starts speaking in a dunce Arnold way [you know the big lug that says "Hasta La Vista, Baby."]*
Pelly: *speaks in German/Arnold valley girl way* Shut the 'ell up. My boy toy is going to call me. Oh Ricardo.
Bunny: Boy toy? *sweatdrops* You are supposed to beat Serena to a pulp. After she drags me to this gay strip bar, I want her dead.
Pelly: What the ever. I don't want my nails to break. I just got me a manicure from Ricardo. Oh that delicious bod.
Serena and Pelly: *sings and dances on a gay bar stage with these guys in leopard bikinis* It's raining men . . .
Bunny: Back to Hellhole 24/7 in a Gay Strip Bar.