CHAPTER 6
The light burrowed through her eyelids demanding her to wake but she refused to open them, her body felt unnaturally stiff and sore, while a burning sensation arose from her back.
What had happened? Warehouse? Something felt wrong. Pain. Brennan. Help.
She felt for her body trying to judge its capability, something was in her hand. No, someone was holding her hand, warmth, strength, and reassurance all combined held onto her through that one simple touch.
Who? Why? Jesse?
No the hand was much too large. Adam? No Adam would not hold her hand this way; she knew what Adam felt like, a father. This was different. Shalimar allowed her eyes to open slowly as the adjusted to the blue lights that shown directly into them. She moved slightly turning her head to see who held her so gently and yet strongly at the same time. A bit of surprise struck her as she recognized the tousled mane oddly propped next to her shoulder. Brennan? She always thought of him as the party boy not one to ever display such sentiment. Especially over her, she always thought of him as a 'girl hopper' as she termed it. Though she certainly did not mind his caring for her, she liked him almost loved him. But then when can anyone really tell the difference or even know if the other feels the same. She cast the thought aside and adjusted herself on the bed. In response to her movement Brennan's hand tightened around hers as he himself adjusted, nuzzling closer to her. She relaxed and drifted off somewhere between dreams and desires.
The trap was set; Mutant X's fallen teammate would be back in action and playing right into their hands. Klarissa mused at the thoughts and images in her mind of the dark haired elemental convulsing in the water that would claim him. Pain was exhilarating to watch, especially in others. The eyes cast with fear, the face twisted in knots, how every part of their being contorted to the feeling and shrunk away from it. Klarissa and Kyle wallowed in the pleasure they derived from such escapades. It was a narcotic in their blood, flowing through them and exciting them, their sexual desires heightened to new levels the more a victim resisted, the screaming and wailing feeding them until new ways to prolong the scenario had to be explored.
Everything was set, Kyle had prepared to lure the new mutants to the high school and Klarissa went about playing in the pool and setting traps for each new mutant.
"This is for my little kitty." Klarissa sung to herself while fastening a net to a ceiling beam.
"Kyle? Will the kitty like to watch?"
Kyle smiled down at her, she was speaking of the blond the elemental protected. A low laugh sought its way out.
"Yes, I think she would find the event very . . . . distracting."
Klarissa smiled childishly and went back to work setting her trap in full view of the elementals soon to be torture site.
"Kitty likes to watch. Let the kitty watch."
Klarissa repeated the saying over and over singing it tauntingly to herself. It was going to be a very interesting week for all involved. Very interesting.
The light burrowed through her eyelids demanding her to wake but she refused to open them, her body felt unnaturally stiff and sore, while a burning sensation arose from her back.
What had happened? Warehouse? Something felt wrong. Pain. Brennan. Help.
She felt for her body trying to judge its capability, something was in her hand. No, someone was holding her hand, warmth, strength, and reassurance all combined held onto her through that one simple touch.
Who? Why? Jesse?
No the hand was much too large. Adam? No Adam would not hold her hand this way; she knew what Adam felt like, a father. This was different. Shalimar allowed her eyes to open slowly as the adjusted to the blue lights that shown directly into them. She moved slightly turning her head to see who held her so gently and yet strongly at the same time. A bit of surprise struck her as she recognized the tousled mane oddly propped next to her shoulder. Brennan? She always thought of him as the party boy not one to ever display such sentiment. Especially over her, she always thought of him as a 'girl hopper' as she termed it. Though she certainly did not mind his caring for her, she liked him almost loved him. But then when can anyone really tell the difference or even know if the other feels the same. She cast the thought aside and adjusted herself on the bed. In response to her movement Brennan's hand tightened around hers as he himself adjusted, nuzzling closer to her. She relaxed and drifted off somewhere between dreams and desires.
The trap was set; Mutant X's fallen teammate would be back in action and playing right into their hands. Klarissa mused at the thoughts and images in her mind of the dark haired elemental convulsing in the water that would claim him. Pain was exhilarating to watch, especially in others. The eyes cast with fear, the face twisted in knots, how every part of their being contorted to the feeling and shrunk away from it. Klarissa and Kyle wallowed in the pleasure they derived from such escapades. It was a narcotic in their blood, flowing through them and exciting them, their sexual desires heightened to new levels the more a victim resisted, the screaming and wailing feeding them until new ways to prolong the scenario had to be explored.
Everything was set, Kyle had prepared to lure the new mutants to the high school and Klarissa went about playing in the pool and setting traps for each new mutant.
"This is for my little kitty." Klarissa sung to herself while fastening a net to a ceiling beam.
"Kyle? Will the kitty like to watch?"
Kyle smiled down at her, she was speaking of the blond the elemental protected. A low laugh sought its way out.
"Yes, I think she would find the event very . . . . distracting."
Klarissa smiled childishly and went back to work setting her trap in full view of the elementals soon to be torture site.
"Kitty likes to watch. Let the kitty watch."
Klarissa repeated the saying over and over singing it tauntingly to herself. It was going to be a very interesting week for all involved. Very interesting.
